King of the Fairy City

"My son, Tan Moran, I heard that you are Ye Mo who has been in the limelight recently? Humph, you are just a casual cultivator. Do you think you are qualified to come to Qingyun Villa?"

Young Master Yinrou said coldly.

"That's right, you are a despicable person. So what if you are the Lord of Jindan City? I don't welcome an immortal master like you in my other courtyard. Get out of here quickly, so as not to stain our eyes."

"I will never agree to this person joining our ranks of immortal masters, get out, get out now."

"You will never be allowed to enter this place. You can get away as far as you want."

A group of immortal monks began to curse.

Ye Mo's eyes were filled with coldness.

The feminine young man opened his fan with a swishing sound, his face was filled with pride, and his disdainful eyes showed no trace of contempt.

"You bastards, it must be you bastards who are causing this..."

Dongfang Yun cursed angrily and was about to rush out, but was held back by Ye Mo.

"Why, he is indeed a lowly and lowly person, and he doesn't understand any etiquette. No wonder he is so unpopular.

The words of the feminine young man seemed to add fuel to the fire.

Dongfang Yun's face turned red, and his whole body had reached the peak of rage.

"calm"

Ye Mo scolded softly, and looked coldly at the effeminate young man and the people who were yelling and scolding.

The coldness in his eyes is getting deeper and deeper, but it is becoming harder and harder to feel it. Those eyes are like eyes from thousands of years of ice springs, deep and transparent, but it seems that even the soul can be frozen.

The yelling and cursing gradually subsided, and some people even started to avoid Ye Mo's eyes.

Ye Mo fought his way through countless bloody battles, and his murderous intent was beyond the capabilities of ordinary monks.

Ye Mo walked forward step by step, and the immortal masters felt as if a majestic mountain was pressing towards them.

Several people subconsciously took a few steps back, and then they seemed to understand. When they saw the cold smile on the corner of Ye Mo's mouth, their faces suddenly turned red with embarrassment.

Ye Mo walked up to Young Master Yinrou step by step. At this time, the pride on Young Master Yinrou's face had long disappeared and he was under tremendous pressure.

"This Mr. Tan, although I am a casual cultivator, my reputation is much better than yours. It seems that you are not very good either."

Ye Mo said softly, but the sound suddenly sounded in everyone's ears. Several people couldn't help but take a few steps back, and then their faces were full of shame.

Ye Mo could see the corners of Young Master Yinrou's eyes beating continuously, and his eyes were full of anger, but in the end he didn't make a move.

"coward"

Ye Mo said something softly and walked away with Dongfang Yun ignoring everyone.

But everyone seemed to have been stabbed in their dumb acupoints. The feminine young man turned his head suddenly with anger on his face.

Ye Mo had already left his sight.

"Ye Mo"

There was a sound of gnashing of teeth, and the feminine young man threw up his sleeves and left.

The remaining immortal masters looked at each other for a few times, and finally dispersed in silence.

"I told you, the master of the hospital is not here."

The guard who spoke raised his head high and raised his eyebrows, without saying that Ye Mo saw it.

This is already the fifth time that Ye Mo has been blocked from meeting the master of Qingyun Villa.

If you become the Immortal Master of the Immortal Academy, you must have students under you.

Otherwise, who will teach me?

If there are no students, how can we participate in the competition three months later?

But six days have passed since he came to Qingyun Villa.

I come to see the dean of that other hospital almost every day, but the answer I get every time is that the dean is not here and cannot assign students.

Even a small late-stage foundation-building guard dared to look down on him like this.

"Hey, isn't this our City Lord Ye D? What are you doing here?"

Just as Ye Mo turned around to leave, a frivolous voice suddenly came from behind him, and then a figure that looked like a good master appeared.

"Is the director here?"

The feminine young master sneered at Ye Mo and slightly nodded at the guard.

"Haha, when Master Tan comes, the master of the hospital will naturally be there at all times. Unlike some people who don't understand etiquette, even if they wait till they grow old, they may not be able to see the master's face."

As he said that, the guard glanced at Ye Mo specifically.

"In that case, I will go in first."

Young Master Yinrou laughed proudly, and walked towards the courtyard under the attentive guidance of the guard. Then with a bang, the door of the courtyard owner's courtyard was slammed shut.

"Brother Ye, you've been rejected again. It must be because the old guy, the dean, doesn't like you."

Dongfang Yun appeared out of nowhere.

"Let's go back first."

Ye Mo shook his head, said lightly, turned around and walked towards his own small courtyard in the other courtyard.

"Hey, Brother Ye, after all, you were recruited by Grandpa Kuang himself. What they did is too much. Let's go directly to Grandpa Kuang. Why bother to suffer this nonsense here? I said Brother Ye, for the sake of it. For the sake of our friendship, how about I help you out?"

Along the way, Dongfang Yun kept talking.

Ye Mo didn't seem to hear it and just walked.

"If you go to Kuang Tiannu, the Lord of Qingyun City, for such a trivial matter, how can you have the face to fight for this thunder drum?"

Ye Mo made up his mind.

But how to break the current situation?

The master of Qingyun Villa seems to have made up his mind to put himself aside. As long as it takes a month or two, when the competition begins, he may not be able to do anything.

Ye Mo knew very well that he had offended the dean of the other courtyard and the effeminate young man who appeared out of nowhere before.

Most likely, they came here for Thunder Drum, so they would naturally suppress their competitors in every possible way.

This conflict of interests cannot be resolved.

"It seems that we have to find another way"

Ye Mo was thinking in his heart that six or seven days had passed. Three months was not a long time. If he had no more students, it might be their wish.

Thinking of this, Ye Mo's pace quickened.

In the courtyard of the head of Qingyun Courtyard, an old man sat cross-legged on the ground in the middle of the courtyard, with spiritual energy around him and his eyes slightly closed, practicing.

The immortal guard brought Master Yinrou to the courtyard, saluted respectfully to Master Yinrou, and then left.

The maid brought spiritual tea, and Master Yinrou drank it without hesitation.

After half an hour, the spiritual energy around the old man suddenly exploded, the spiritual wood around him rustled, his eyes opened, and several feet of golden light flashed in the air.

"Congratulations, Master, for reaching a higher level of cultivation."

Master Yinrou put down the teacup in his hand and said with a smile.

"Mo Ran is here."

The old man nodded, and then without moving, he stood up and walked slowly to the stone table and sat down.

"Master, I just don't understand, is Ye Mo really that powerful? You even need to deal with him. In my opinion, it's better for me to drive him away directly."

The effeminate young master said nonchalantly, but his eyes were filled with resentment. He remembered clearly that he was humiliated by Ye Mo in front of everyone that day.

"Drive away? How to drive away?"

The old man's face suddenly changed, and he slapped the stone table with his palm. His palm sank into the stone table half a foot deep without a sound. The whole person gave off a huge majesty that made people dare not look directly at him.

The effeminate young master immediately lowered his head, as if admitting his mistake.

"Who is Ye Mo? A humble casual cultivator from Jiuzhou with no background. In just seven years, he has grown from a warrior to a Jindan cultivator. Not to mention that he owns a Jindan Immortal City with a promising future. Do you dare to underestimate such a person?" "Master, my Immortal City is not bad either. It is also famous and prosperous. In another hundred years, it may have the hope of becoming the main Immortal City." "You still have the nerve to say that your thousand-year-old Tan family has spent so much resources on you to achieve today's achievements? Even I have invested a lot in you. You can only barely compare with him." The old man said angrily. Starting from scratch amid the suppression of many opponents, it is unimaginable to achieve such achievements in less than ten years. If it were not related to the battle for the main Immortal City, even if he was a Yuanying stage strongman, he would not be willing to make enemies with Ye Mo. Talents are never lacking in the Immortal City Alliance. Geniuses can only be discovered when you look up to them. What is a genius? Those who fall halfway are not geniuses at all, at most they are talents. Geniuses are the kind of people who grow faster the more you suppress them.

For such people, the best way is to make friends with them, not to make enemies with them.

Ye Mo is obviously a genius who has grown up and has passed the most dangerous early stage of falling. After reaching the Jindan stage, it is difficult for such a genius to fall.

But things are unpredictable. Where in this world do you get so many camps to choose from?

Thinking about his surprise when he saw Ye Mo's file, and looking at the disciple in front of him who bowed his head to admit his mistakes but was not convinced, the old man couldn't help but sigh.

"Ye Mo, let me take charge and try to delay him. Your most important task now is to train the elite class. Three months later, whether you are a dragon or a snake depends on your own luck. The Lord of Qingyun City will personally supervise the exam, and I can't help you at that time."

The old man said slowly.

A flash of joy flashed across the face of the feminine young man.

The elite class is the best among the tens of thousands of foundation-building disciples in the entire academy. If the elite class is assigned to me, I will win when the time comes.

"Master, how do we deal with Ye Mo? How do we suppress him?"

The effeminate young man was still unwilling to accept it.

He was born in a noble family, and he has always been praised. When has he ever been scolded in person? In front of so many colleagues in the academy, he would not be a man if he did not take revenge.

"He is the lord of the Jindan City of the Immortal Alliance, and he was sent by the City Lord Kuang. I can only delay him for a while, and I can do nothing about him."

The old man was a little annoyed, but he still patiently explained, "The three-month period will pass in a flash. When the time comes, as long as you win the Thunder Drum, no matter how great Ye Mo's ability is, he will respect you as the city lord after a hundred years. Go."

After speaking, the old man waved his hand and closed his eyes without saying anything.

"Disciple, I'll take my leave."

Seeing this, the yin-rou young master bowed respectfully to the old man and then withdrew, but there was still a gloomy look on his face, and it was obvious that he was not very satisfied with the old man's promise.

When the yin-rou young master left, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, and the disappointment disappeared in an instant.

As a powerful Yuanying stage master, how could a little Jindan late stage hide his emotions in front of him?

"Ah"

The old man sighed lightly, and then a vicious look flashed in his triangular eyes.

The thunder drum is not only important to the yin-rou young master. It is even more important to him, and it must not fall into the hands of others.

In this battle, victory is allowed but defeat is not allowed.

After a long pause, the old man waved his hand to call the immortal guards at the door.

"Dean, what do you want?"

"I have been ill recently, so I will close the door and refuse visitors. Don't let strangers come to nag me."