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Chapter 1927 The challenge of the plane ceiling

"Holy Emperor?"

"Are you going to fight him now?"

Instead of panicking, Mo Feng became excited.

It was as if he had been looking forward to this moment.

"No one can measure his usual whereabouts, but now it's really a coincidence."

"In the past few days, he has officially challenged the Holy Master Qianyuan in the Holy Land of Void. This is the most sensational event of the Immortal Race recently."

"Even the fighting on the front line has temporarily stopped."

Jiang Cheng was also interested.

"Is it so solemn?"

"Yeah, it was not easy to find at first, but now I can just use the name of watching the battle to find him in the Holy Land of Void."

"Are outsiders allowed to watch a battle of this level?"

Mo Feng nodded, "The three previous challenges of the Holy Emperor were carried out in secret, but this battle, the Holy Land of Void allows outsiders to watch."

Brother Cheng touched his chin and speculated maliciously.

"Could this Holy Master Qianyuan also be a forceful king who likes to show off?"

"But can he beat that Holy Emperor? Don't pretend to be a fake."

Mo Feng complained silently in his heart, why is your focus always so different?

"When are you going to go?"

"Now!"

Brother Cheng raised his right hand, "Let's lead the way!"

Mo Feng happily took the lead.

His idea is very simple, this is a copy of competing for the throne.

Regardless of whether the immortal clan can be unified or not, as long as he can win with Jiang Cheng to the end.

"Well, can you change your appearance?"

Jiang Cheng's expression suddenly turned bad.

"What, don't you think that my face is not worthy of appearing in high-end occasions?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant."

Mo Feng quickly waved his hand to deny it.

"You also know that many people from the Immortal Race came from the Third Era."

"You used to be so famous that many people recognized you at a glance."

"Once you show up openly, it will inevitably cause huge waves, and that decisive battle may be cancelled by then."

"In order to avoid extravagance, it is reasonable to hide your identity temporarily."

Hearing him say that he is very famous, Brother Cheng's expression changed slightly.

"It's rare that you can say something wise."

He really changed his face.

Although he still changed in a handsome direction, at least others couldn't recognize him as Jiang Cheng at a glance.

He took out a mirror and took a look at it, and this brother became inexplicably melancholy.

"Alas, fame is exhausting, this is the trouble of being a celebrity."

"Don't you put this sword away?"

Mo Feng looked at the Wudao sword wrapped in black chains in his left hand, and didn't understand why he had to tie the sword, and it was deliberately displayed outside.

This is really eye-catching.

Jiang Cheng put away the mirror and changed the Wudao Sword into a meaningless scabbard, which was considered a cover.

Then he said: "How can a sword cultivator throw away his own sword? This is a kind of cultivation, you don't understand."

"By the way, if someone asks me later, you can say that it is your friend Junshuai Dao Shen."

Three black lines appeared on Mo Feng's forehead.

The two walked all the way, and Jiang Cheng soon felt a strange feeling.

The purple heart crystal in his heart gradually became warm.

"Are there other gods nearby?"

He continued to move forward, and the closer he got to the Holy Land, the stronger the feeling.

He had clearly felt a call.

It seems that something is attracting his god's heart.

Two days later, he and Mo Feng arrived at the Holy Land of Void.

At this time, the heart of the **** became more and more restless, and even became uncontrollable.

"Huishi Taoist God?"

"I've seen seniors!"

"Nice to meet you."

Outside the Holy Land, it is already crowded with people.

The Hui Shi Taoist **** Mo Feng incarnated was still very well-known.

Along the way, many Taoist saints and Taoist gods took the initiative to say hello.

Mo Feng also bowed his hands again and again, "Long time, long time!"

After 80,000 years of adaptation, he can recognize most of the Taoist gods here.

And he is also very clear that quite a few of these Taoist gods, like himself, have come from the third era.

It's just that everyone doesn't dare to reveal their identities casually, so they can only guess.

Several Taoist gods and Taoist saints looked at Jiang Cheng curiously.

"Huishi Taoist God, who is this?"

Mo Feng hurriedly smiled and said, "This is a handsome Taoist **** who has only recently left the customs."

"A handsome Taoist god?"

Everyone around was surprised, is there such a strange title?

And from Jiang Cheng's body, they didn't feel the slightest bit of Yuan Qi's breath.

There were a few traversers who came from the third era, but they clearly sensed the aura of immortal power, and immediately became hostile.

This is a competitor!

It's just, how could this person still have immortal aura when he came to the first era?

"Is he really a Taoist god?"

"Why do I look different?"

Someone deliberately teased.

"This fellow Daoist, where did you come from? Dare to report the root cause?"

In the face of doubts, Brother Cheng was a little impatient.

"Is my brother a Taoist god, what does it have to do with you?"

"They're all here to watch the show, and they're really wide-ranging!"

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone around him turned black.

Mo Feng is also secretly helpless, Jiang Sect is really not afraid of offending people wherever he goes.

Outside the gate of the Holy Land of Tongxu, the immortals immediately came forward.

"Ah, isn't this Senior Hui Shi, please!"

Jiang Cheng took a look and saw that the cultivation of this Immortal Receptionist had reached the level of a Taoist saint.

"Your service is quite attentive, can all the spectators be received?"

"Ha, this fellow Taoist is joking. We have nothing to hide in the Holy Land of Void, so we are naturally not afraid of outsiders entering."

The two followed the Immortal Jie Ying all the way, and suddenly there was a seat in three colors of gold, silver and bronze.

Each seat is engraved with intricate patterns, blooming with a mysterious glow, and looks like a blossoming art.

The seats are distributed in a ring, divided into three circles.

The golden seats are the least, there are only dozens of them in total, and they are distributed in the inner circle.

There are hundreds of silver seats in the middle.

The bronze chairs are distributed in the outermost periphery, and there are thousands of them.

Jiang Cheng and Mo Feng observed for a while, and felt that the arrangement of these seats seemed to be full of mysterious atmosphere.

It's just that I can't see why for a while.

"Huishi Taoist God, you are a first-level Taoist god, you can sit here."

The Immortal Receiver led Mo Feng to one of the empty copper chairs.

This is a VIP seat, but the first-level Taoist can only sit on the bronze chair, and the high-level can only sit on the golden chair.

As for Dao Sheng Dao Zun, you can only watch the battle below or even outside the Holy Land.

Mo Feng naturally had no objections, and Brother Cheng didn't bother to find a place in the VIP seat, so he naturally sat down on the copper chair next to him.

After this sitting, the Immortal Receiver couldn't help but startled.

"I don't know who this fellow Daoist is? He looks very faceless, is he also a Taoist god?"

Jiang Cheng had already raised Erlang's legs, and when he heard the words, he curled his lips, "Otherwise?"

The Immortal Jie Yin waved his hand and said with a smile, "It's nothing, you just like it."

(End of this chapter)