The Yangtze River head.
At this time, the area was still under embargo, and all cargo ships that were to pass through the Yangtze River were stopped. There were many speculations about the reasons, most of which were extraordinary, such as the most popular one that there was a demon dragon haunting the Yangtze River.
The reason why the demon dragon was mentioned was not because of a leak in the government's intelligence system, but because the masses combined the continuous heavy rain and used their own subjective initiative to associate it. Although the rumors became particularly outrageous, most people guessed the culprit correctly.
Li Yi walked to the riverside, thinking that there should be no one here, but he didn't expect to see a sea of people. It was a rainy day, but the cordon at the Yangtze River was almost full of people.
They are not policemen, nor monks, nor official personnel. They are just ordinary people, standing on tiptoe to look at the Yangtze River, holding up their phones to take pictures, or broadcasting some kind of live broadcast.
Li Yi could even hear the shouts that were often heard in various short videos. The entrance to the Dragon Palace seemed to have become a popular check-in spot. If there hadn't been a row of armed police standing inside the cordon, these people would have rushed into the river.
The ancients said that a gentleman should not stand under a dangerous wall, but modern people still live too comfortably. If this happened in the cultivation world, most mortals would want to move their families away when they heard that there was a demon dragon causing trouble.
Li Yi just looked at him for a few seconds without staying for long, and disappeared from the spot in a flash.
On the other side, on the Yangtze River.
There are still hundreds of Jindan guarding the entrance of the Dragon Palace. They form a formation to deal with the dragons ready to rush out at any time. After all, the east coast of the second largest city in Zhoudi and the fourth largest port in Shenzhou is just outside the Yangtze River. It has a population of tens of millions.
It can be said that if a dragon rolled around the city, at least hundreds of thousands of people would die.
The government cannot afford this loss. Even if Shangqing Palace says not to worry, it will still request most of the golden elixirs to stay and guard the palace.
It is a rare occasion for hundreds of golden elixirs from all eras of the immortal way to gather together, so naturally there will be some discussion.
Wang Huan was among them. He was a powerful Jindan who had no family business to protect and was worth ten others. People like him were the sweet buns of all forces, and everyone wanted to win them over.
Of course there are also pure appreciation.
At this time, he was being entangled by a muscular man, a cultivator from Zhaodi, named Mo Yidao.
A knife fanatic, or rather a martial arts fanatic.
"Brother Wang, I heard that you are very good at the way of the spirit and soul. I wonder if I can teach you a little?"
Facing Mo Yidao's repeated requests, Wang Huan shook his head coldly and refused: "I can't stop my soul attack, Brother Mo, please don't embarrass me. Besides, strength is relative, why bother to distinguish who is better? If we really want to talk about who is better, I am weaker than Brother Mo."
Hearing the other party's words, Mo Yidao didn't want to force it, and said: "I just heard of Brother Wang's reputation as Zhijue, and I feel a little itchy. You and I are known as the Eight Wonders, and our emphases should be very different. There is really no need to compare."
Eight Wonders?
Wang Huan showed some interest and asked, "May I ask, Brother Mo, which eight unique skills are they?"
The name of the Eight Absolutes was given by the immortals, and those who could be ranked were not ordinary people. The cultivation of the man in front of him was indeed extraordinary, and the mere sword intent revealed made people feel a little cold.
I just didn't expect that he was also one of the Eight Wonders.
Mo Yidao said with great pride: "I am Dao Jue."
"Your sword skills are indeed amazing." Wang Huan praised sincerely, and then asked: "Brother Wang, how did you get the title of Eight Wonders? Did you make great contributions to the world by slaying demons and monsters, or is your sword skills worthy of praise from immortals?"
Mo Yidao patted his chest and said with more pride: "I got it by being beaten to death by an immortal."
quiet!
There was silence all around. Not only Wang Huan, but the other Jindan were also a little stunned, while some people were not even surprised.
The former should have been born in the early days of the immortal era, and the latter was at least 3,000 years after the immortals. At that time, there were many strong men who were killed by immortals, some of whom sought death before dying, and some of whom simply overestimated their own abilities.
Mo Yidao belongs to the former. It is said that he successfully broke through to the God Transformation stage at that time. The only problem was that he didn't survive.
"Where is Brother Wang?" Mo Yidao asked back.
“…”
Wang Huan was silent for a few seconds, then said, "I was also beaten to death by an immortal."
But he was beaten to death because he made a mistake.
"Hahaha, it seems like Brother Wang and I have a great affinity."
Mo Yidao didn't notice anything wrong when he heard it. Instead, he liked Wang Huan more and more.
"Your Excellencies."
A voice came from below. The two men looked down and saw a speedboat anchored at their feet. The people calling them were government officials.
"We want to talk about what happened yesterday."
"Brother Mo, please go. I'm not very good at interacting with the government."
"All right."
Mo Yidao landed on the speedboat. The man in front of him was the governor of Donghai City. Although he was not as powerful as the Shangshu in the temple, his power was not weaker. He was a frontier official.
The reason he came to see me was naturally because of the Yangtze River embargo.
Due to the formation, the entire Yangtze River estuary is now blocked, and all cargo transportation from northern Shenzhou to the East China Sea has stopped. Now they want to open a loophole to ship out some urgent goods. If the suspension continues, it will cause serious economic losses.
But the formation is not a matter of ghost painting, it is impossible to change it at will. What if a demon dragon breaks out during the change of the formation?
The governor said with a bitter face: "Sir, my phone is ringing 24 hours a day. I am afraid I won't be able to sleep until this matter is resolved."
Mo Yidao asked: "Can't you just walk on land?"
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