Volume 1: Zhao Shanhe Chapter 156: Mysterious Old Man
On the third floor of Haohan Building, in addition to three side rooms, there are also tables and chairs placed in the lobby.
In the past, most of the powerful sects in a county could only sit in the lobby. Except for a few forces like Ming Xinxuan, they could have a relatively remote wing.
Even the Sheriff's Mansion in Luoxia County is only slightly closer to the center.
The vast majority of the wing rooms have been allocated to the forces that dominate the country, as well as many prestigious casual cultivators.
Most of these forces have been inherited for more than a thousand years. There is at least one golden elixir monk in the sect, who has a very high reputation in the house. The people participating in the trade fair this time are also very powerful within the sect.
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When Ji Yuan and others arrived here, there was still a long time before today's trade fair started.
Out of boredom, a few people looked around and saw a lot of senior experts.
For example, Zhao Yuansong and the others met several monks in the middle and late stages of the Three Realms who had very high reputations in Feiyun County. All of them were seniors who had been cultivating for more than two hundred years.
In Feiyun County, even the heads of some major sects would be halfway down the seniority level when meeting these people in Feiyun County, and their words would be full of respect.
It's a pity that most of these senior experts can only sit in the scattered seats in the lobby. Only one or two people rely on their connections to live in a private room with their friends.
"I really don't know how many big forces and figures are coming to this trade fair."
Xu Qiqi muttered, his eyes full of curiosity.
As time went by, in addition to the lobby below being almost full, people were also occupying the rooms on the three sides one after another.
Among them, just those they could recognize included the Lord of Lingyang Mansion, several sect banners that had been passed down for thousands of years, and many famous casual cultivators.
These are only those who recognize it, and there are even more who do not recognize it, but these forces are without exception, and they have been inherited for at least a thousand years, or even though they are only a few hundred years old, there are great golden elixir monks in the sect.
"The demon tribe is here too!"
Jiang He suddenly said in a deep voice.
In fact, without his reminding, everyone could already feel the strong demonic aura and appeared in the trade fair unscrupulously.
As his eyes fell, he saw a dozen figures appearing in several well-located rooms. Although most of them maintained their human form, they inevitably carried some characteristics of their own race.
For example, Feng Mian, who has a gale eagle on his heels, has the head and body of an eagle, and the demon youth beside him also retains the characteristics of tiger claws, scales and armor.
"Excluding their respective maids and attendants, there are five demon youths here."
Ji Yuan said in a low voice while observing carefully.
Among these five demon youths, in addition to Feng Mian from the Splitting Wind Demon Realm, there is also Wan Hu who is also of the blood of the Demon King and was born in the Red Flame Demon Realm, one of the nine demon realms.
As for the other three demon youths, although they are not from the nine demon realms, the strength of the demon clan behind them cannot be underestimated. They are all kings of the mountains, and the weakest one is comparable to the human golden elixir master.
monk.
If not, even if the Great Chongqing Dynasty is about to be in turmoil, how can ordinary monsters dare to act so brazenly in the human city?
For example, at this moment, the five demon youths were releasing their demonic energy without any scruples, without paying any attention to the many human monks present.
Even in front of everyone, they talked to each other about what kind of human race was the most delicious, and what it would be like to be a hothouse girl.
In his words, he actually regarded the human race as blood food to be fed, and regarded the human race women as playthings that can be ravaged at will!
"But this little demon clan is actually talking nonsense here!"
In the lobby downstairs, an old man with gray hair and a boyish face shouted angrily: "The human race is not extinct yet!"
A murderous aura filled his body for several feet, and the invisible aura actually caused a layer of frost to form on the surrounding tables and chairs, making people wonder whether this old man would break the rules and angrily attack the demon youth in the wing.
And as his words fell, although there was no echo, murderous intent emerged one after another, brewing in rage, and could burst out at any time.
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snort!"
A shout came from the side room, and the sound rang like thunder in the ears of countless people. It shocked some monks with weaker cultivation levels and felt a pain in the center of their eyebrows, and a turbulence in their souls.
Ji Yuan looked around and saw a demon monk with a stooped figure and a dog's head, looking coldly at everyone with a fierce light in his eyes.
And in this dog-headed monster clan, there is an aura comparable to the peak of the three realms, which is released without reservation and sweeps towards the lobby downstairs.
Who would have thought that amidst everyone's worries, the old man who was the first to speak angrily smiled coldly, picked up the tea cup at hand, and poured it behind him casually.
There was no movement seen, no seals or seals, and no fluctuations in the flow of mana.
But that cup of tea suddenly turned into ice needles in mid-air, and flew away in an instant, appearing outside the wing where the demon tribe was.
Upon seeing this, the dog-headed demon clan immediately took a step forward, stretched out the dog claws gathered in the sleeves of the robe, and struck it hard, and majestic mana suddenly surged out.
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However, the dog-headed demon clan made a muffled sound at this moment, and staggered back three or four steps. The dog's paws were already covered with frost, and there were wisps of cold air that was entering his body.
spread.
Apparently, he suffered a big loss in the previous confrontation.
"It's Old Man Xuanpo!"
Seeing this scene, Qian Nishang couldn't help but exclaimed.
There was a burst of noise in the lobby downstairs and even in some of the wing rooms. Even the elders of some sects could not help but be moved at this moment.
"Who is that?"
Ji Yuan asked doubtfully.
Judging from the looks of everyone, it seems that this old man is very famous, and can actually make the elders of the sect look solemn on their faces.
Even the arrogant demon clan looked heavy at this moment, with a hint of fear in their eyes.
Even though the dog-headed demon clan had suffered a big loss, it didn't immediately want to regain its place at this moment. Instead, it looked at the old man downstairs with a gloomy expression.
"Old Xuanpo, a wandering casual cultivator, is extremely famous within the dynasty."
Qian Nishang said with twinkling eyes: "His ice-cold Taoist skills are at their peak, and few people in the same realm can break them. He can even freeze a rolling river in a matter of seconds!"
Although this old man Xuanpo practiced ice-cold skills, he was full of heroic spirit and blood. He often took action when encountering injustices on the road. For this reason, he was even knocked down three times. He fell from the great monk at the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain again.
If this kind of thing were to happen to ordinary monks, it would only happen once, and the path would be cut off, or even the body would die and the path would disappear.
But this person is a strange person. He fell down three times and rebuilt twice. The quality of the golden elixir condensed each time was much higher than the previous one.
"It is said that more than ten years ago, when old man Xuanpo saw a monster killing a group of human beings, he went straight into the mountains. After falling for the third time, a golden elixir shattered and he pulled out a piece of it.
The power of the demon clan."
Zhao Yuansong murmured.
This incident undoubtedly caused a sensation at the time. The Dayu Dynasty had been three to four hundred years ago, and there had never been such a tragic war between humans and the demon clan.
And Old Man Xuanpo also single-handedly killed three big demons of the Golden Core Realm, killed hundreds of monsters in the Third Realm of Foundation Establishment, and smashed countless mountain peaks.
After this battle, the other party disappeared for more than ten years, and now he has reappeared in front of the world. Apparently, he has recovered.
Although it seems that he has not recovered from his fallen state, no one dares to look down upon him. After all, he is a legendary being who has condensed golden elixir three times. No one will regard him as an ordinary monk of the third state.
The old man Xuanpo once had an enemy. Taking advantage of his fall, he gathered several top three realms and a powerful monk with a half-step golden elixir, and even laid out several major formations.
In the end, the formation was destroyed by Old Man Xuanpo. Only one person from the Third Realm managed to escape with his life. The rest of the enemies were killed on the spot and turned into solid ice that did not melt at all for decades.
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"Who do I think he is? It turns out that he is the old man Xuanpo who is willing to give up his great cultivation for a group of ants."
After a long time, Feng Mian, who had the bloodline of the Split Wind Demon King, opened his mouth with a fierce light in his eyes.
His words were full of ridicule, and he showed great disdain for the fact that Old Man Xuanpo was so angry that he gave up the Golden Elixir and Taoist Fruit for the sake of ordinary people, and had to fight off a demon clan force.
Feng Mian's gesture naturally aroused public outrage. A second- and third-level monk in the lobby downstairs stood up and began to angrily rebuke him without any scruples.
"A group of people who bully the weak and fear the strong, and act according to the wind."
When a demon youth saw this, he sneered, his face full of ridicule.
However, when he looked at Old Man Xuanpo, his eyes burst out with boundless murderous intent, as if he wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood.
In fact, he was not the only one, the other demon clans were also like this. If there weren't too many powerful humans here, they would have taken action without any scruples.
In the past three to four hundred years, no demon clan force has ever been massacred, and it was still at the hands of a human clan.
This incident is undoubtedly an extremely angry thing for many demon clans. In their eyes, the weak human race actually dares to destroy a demon clan force?
"That's enough. If there is another dispute, don't blame me for taking action!"
At this moment, a low shout sounded from nowhere.
At first, everyone didn't feel anything when it fell on their ears, but then it suddenly exploded like thunder, shaking the magic power in all the monks' bodies, and their energy and blood almost collapsed.
"Is it the Mighty One?"
Ji Yuan's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly gave up the idea.
What is the identity of a powerful person?
It is an existence that is called a god by countless mortals and monks!
With such an identity and status, how could he speak out to stop a dispute among monks in the Three Realms? Even if it were a group of great golden elixir monks, it would not be able to attract too much attention from them.
Sure enough, as the words fell, an old man appeared on the high platform in the trade fair, and swept over the many monks in the venue with a solemn expression.
Even in the wing rooms where some big sects are located, they don't get any preferential treatment.
However, when he glanced at the demon clan's wing, his eyes paused slightly, but became a little softer.
Seeing this scene, many monks frowned and showed displeasure. However, this person was a great golden elixir monk, so they dared not speak out in anger.
Only some monks or warriors with strong tempers could not suppress the anger in their hearts and let out angry snorts one after another.
However, the old man seemed completely unaware of all this. After warning the many monks present with his eyes, he flashed and disappeared from the high platform.
"Is the worship of this Haohan Tower my own attitude, or is it the intention of some people?"
Qian Nishang frowned, and a bad premonition suddenly arose in her heart.
Even if this person does not represent the meaning of Haohan Tower, the statement of a great Jindan cultivator, favoring the side of the demon clan in public, is enough to cause an uproar.
