Immortal City! The City Lord’s Mansion!

"Zi Wen, you bastard, what did you do just now? Tell me in front of me? I am embarrassed in front of Yu Xi?" Yang Zhijiu scolded Zi Wen with shame and anger.

Zi Wen's belly was full of fire and was ready to slowly digest the humiliation.

Unexpectedly, Yang Zhijiu chased him here, aggressively accusing him and scolding him.

There are a large number of acquaintances in the main hall of the City Lord’s Mansion. In front of so many people, they do not show mercy to themselves at all?

"Young Master Jiu, don't bully people too much!" Zi Wen gritted his teeth and said in shame.

Zi Wen was a master of the Void Realm and was slapped in the face by a Qi Realm in public. He felt depressed and even more angry.

"It's too much to deceive people? Humph, do you dare to touch me and try it? When I go back, I will tell my father that you will destroy both body and spirit. Do you believe it?" Yang Zhijiu said coldly.

Zi Wen clenched his fist tightly, and he was really powerless when facing Yang Zhijiu. Who made Maori Taoist Lord favor him?

"Enough!" A voice sounded in the hall.

The Holy Son of Gu Yue looked at Yang Zhijiu with an ugly expression and said, "Lao Jiu, Zi Wen is my servant, it's not your turn to criticize me!"

Yang Zhijiu turned his head and looked at the Holy Son of Gu Yue in the north of the hall.

"Hmph, Yang Guyue, don't pretend to be big in front of me, is it a great Son? I'm not afraid of you, and you can listen to me for the real people in the hall!" Yang Zhi Jiuheng glanced at everyone in the hall.

In the hall, all the cultivators looked ugly.

"If anyone dares to go to Beimo Palace to cause trouble again, don't blame me for being polite!" Yang Zhijiu said coldly.

In the hall, all the cultivators looked cold.

"You're welcome? Why are you not?" The Holy Son of Gu Yue said coldly.

Yang Zhijiu sneered: "I will beg my father to remove your real-life position. At that time, some people will deal with you! Humph!"

Yang Zhijiuyi said that the faces of the cultivators were extremely ugly again, but no one dared to talk too much.

"Then you should get rid of me too!" said the Holy Son of Gu Yue coldly.

"I can't move you, but I can move the people around you and let all your followers go to hell. Do you believe it?" Yang Zhijiu said with a scoundrel.

"You!" Gu Yue glared at her eyes and a violent aura flashed out.

"You want to hit me? You hit me! Dad said, you are not allowed to bully me. If you want to hit me, I will tell my dad and let my dad deal with you!" Yang Zhijiu said hatefully.

The cultivator in one hall, the emptiness realm of the hall, was facing Yang Zhijiu, and there was no way. Who would let him have a good father?

The atmosphere in the hall was stiff.

"Not good!" A cultivator outside the hall rushed into the hall.

"What's the matter?" said the Holy Son of Gu Yue coldly.

"Son of the Holy Son, Mr. Wen Ruo is going to be defeated!" The cultivator said with a ugly expression.

"What?" The face of the Holy Son of Gu Yue changed.

Ignore Yang Zhijiu anymore and walk out of the hall.

Standing at the entrance of the hall, looking up at the cloud platform not far away.

withered!

The flowers on the phantom chess board withered one after another, with vitality annihilated and surrounded by death. Mr. Wen Ruo's chess retreated step by step.

Above the gimbal.

Mr. Wen Ruo's eyes were extremely solemn. He grabbed a piece of white, and he could not fall down!

"Go to chess!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"Hanchess?" Mr. Wen Ruo suddenly looked up.

"At this moment, on the chessboard, the black pieces and white pieces are equal. Let's stop here, let's consider the chess!" Yan Chuan smiled slightly.

After unexpectedly looking at Yan Chuan, Mr. Wen Ruo said solemnly: "I still have something to do in the Holy Land of Dazhao, so I can't defeat this situation. Really, thank you!"

"When you have sex, I'll take another game with me!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"Sure!" Mr. Wen Ruo said with emotion.

The two of them slowly stood up.

The two stood up, and the green dragon flew over from below.

"Let's go, let's go back!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"Yes!" Qinglong took Yan Chuan away quickly.

Mr. Wen Ruo smiled slightly and flew towards the city lord's mansion.

Among the people below, a black-robed figure watched Yan Chuan leave.

"It's really God's will, Yan Chuan? You actually came to the Immortal City? You also brought my compass. It's too time, tsk!" The black-robed figure said in a deep voice.

City Lord's Mansion.

Mr. Wen Ruo looked at the Holy Son of Gu Yue and said, "Son of Holy Son, I couldn't win!"

"Yan Chuan? It's him again?" The Holy Son of Gu Yue's eyes turned cold.

"Wenruo, aren't you a talented man from Julu Academy? You are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. He is just an unknown junior. You didn't win?" Zi Wen said coldly.

"Okay, Mr. Wen Ruo has tried his best. Although he didn't win, he didn't lose either. It's okay to keep Mo Yuxi in the city. She only has a few people and can't accomplish a big deal!" Gu Yue Shengzi comforted.

"Thank you Shengzi!" Mr. Wen Ruo nodded.

The Holy Son of Gu Yue nodded and looked coldly at the Qinglong and Yan Chuan flying away in the distance.

Beimo Palace.

"This time, thanks to you again!" Mo Yuxi said softly.

"It's nothing, no need to say that. Maybe I'll ask you for help soon!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"Yes!" Mo Yuxi nodded without hesitation.

"You played so well, why don't you teach me!" Mo Yuxi said expectantly.

"good!"

"Meow, Daliu..., Yan Chuan didn't have a good intention at first sight...!" Meow Meow was scoring.

"Bang!"

Mo Yuxi reached out and stuffed a top-quality spirit stone into Meow Meow's arms.

"Meow, Sister Mo is still a good person!" Meow Meow held the best spirit stone and jumped aside with a smile.

Naturally, the four Qinglong people will not disturb them without any wits.

Yan Chuan and Mo Yuxi sat in the Beimo Hall, playing chess with each other.

"This is the golden flame tea I got from the past, try it!" Mo Yuxi poured a cup of golden tea for Yan Chuan.

After taking a sip, Yan Chuan frowned and then stretched out. The pores all over his body were stretched out.

"Good tea, you can climb the immortals!" Yan Chuan exclaimed.

"That's good!" Mo Yuxi smiled with a curved eye.

"You have been here for some time, right? What treasure has been born?" Yan Chuan said curiously.

"No, I'll have to wait for a while, but I can probably guess something like this!" Mo Yuxi thought for a while.

"oh?"

"Do you know the glory of this immortal holy land in the past?" Mo Yuxi thought for a while.

"I hope to hear it carefully!"

"Ten thousand years ago, the Immortal Holy Land was the leader of the ten thousand sects in the world. The sage lord was called the 'Sword Demon'. Ten thousand years ago, the number one person in the world!" Mo Yuxi said.

"Sword Demon? Ten thousand years ago, the number one person in the world?" Yan Chuan said unexpectedly.

Because not long ago, the emperor inherited his father's will and became the new sword demon? Is he a person?

"Yes, it is rumored that there were several immortals who were about to ascend to the death of the sword demons. We are in the mortal world, and the cultivation of immortals will be suppressed by the world, but even if they are suppressed, it is the peak of the virtual realm. However, those quasi-immortals are vulnerable to the sword demons. They are all killed in a clean and neat way. The number one person in the world deserves its reputation, and the immortal holy land has become the leader of the ten thousand sects!" Mo Yuxi sighed.

"Ascend to the mortal world?" Yan Chuan frowned slightly, but did not ask.

"About five or six thousand years ago, I don't know what I encountered in the Immortal Holy Land, but it completely collapsed. I heard that the Sword Demon also fell in that battle. After the Sword Demon fell, some Taoist lords from the Immortal Holy Land disappeared inexplicably!" Mo Yuxi said.

"oh?"

"My father was a man from the Immortal Holy Land back then!" Mo Yuxi thought for a while and said in a deep voice.

"Your father?" Yan Chuan said unexpectedly.

"My father, actually......" Mo Yuxi bit her lip and was afraid to say something.

"Can't say it? Don't force it!" Yan Chuan smiled slightly.

Shaking his head, Mo Yuxi stared at Yan Chuan for a while and said, "My father is not a human race in fact!"
To be continued...