Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Seeing Mu Yan's curious look on the baby, Zhishen reached out and put the telescope into the storage ring.

He hasn't figured out the principle of this thing yet. It's so simple to give it to Mu Yan. What if he breaks it?

Looking at Mu Yan and Zhishen who were quarreling over a telescope, Zhang Yifeng shook his head ruthlessly. It was just a telescope, and it was really a treasure.

The crowd marched for another distance, and the monks from the Yuyi Sect in the distance were already close in front of them.

The ten members of the Yuyi Sect were led by a young man with a majestic appearance, and behind him was a pair of transformed wings to support his flight.

"It turns out they are senior fellows from the Mingyue Sect. Your Majesty, Wang Sijiu, is the leader of the Yuyi Sect's summit sword competition. You're welcome."

Wang Sijiu bowed respectfully to Jin Buhuan, and Jin Buhuan also stopped his movements very politely and bowed to Wang Sijiu.

"Jin Buhuan, the supreme elder disciple of Mingyue Sect, has met Junior Brother Wang."

"The Mingyue Sect is really full of talents. It is estimated that the Mingyue Sect will come out on top in this summit sword competition. But why is Senior Brother Li Chong nowhere to be seen? Didn't he come this time?"

Wang Sijiu smiled and complimented, then glanced at Zhang Yifeng and the other ten people.

"Haha, senior brother Li Chong is practicing in seclusion within the sect, hoping to break through to the realm of immortals. He cannot participate in this peak sword competition."

"I see, that's very kind of you."

When he heard that Li Chong was making a breakthrough in seclusion, a look of astonishment flashed across Wang Sijiu's face.

Then he quickly straightened up his expression and said with a pity on his face, but the expression on his face didn't look like he was pity, but rather he was a little lucky.

"It doesn't matter if Senior Brother Li Chong doesn't come. With me leading the team, Mingyue Sect will definitely come out on top in the Summit Sword Tournament. Junior Brother Wang doesn't have to worry about this matter."

Jin Buhuan smiled slightly, as if he didn't care whether Li Chonglai came or not.

"Hiss, Senior Brother Jin is indeed very powerful. We have to go to the Summit Sword Club, so we won't talk in detail with Senior Brother Jin."

The information Wang Sijiu wanted had been gathered, and there was no need to waste any more words with Jin Buhuan. He bowed and took the people to continue flying to the top of the snow-capped mountains.

Jin Buhuan looked at Wang Sijiu's leaving figure with a gloomy look on his face.

"Hmph, so what if Li Chong didn't come? With me in Mingyue Sect, it's impossible to defeat!"

After making a boastful sound, Jin Buhuan flew up and flew towards the top of the snow-capped mountains.

"Tsk, you're really arrogant. Senior Brother Li Chong doesn't know how many times he is stronger than him."

A disdainful voice suddenly came from Mu Yan beside Zhang Yifeng.

"Our purpose is not to anger him. Winning the Peak Sword Club and bringing out the Sword God inheritance are the most important things. Everything else is unimportant."

"If he likes to be arrogant, let him be arrogant. One day he will suffer a loss."

Zhang Yifeng's character is much calmer, adhering to the principle of "I will not offend others unless they offend me".

"Oh, Junior Brother Zhang, you are so kind!"

Mu Yan shook his head and said, Zhang Yifeng is just too kind, otherwise why would he be ridiculed so often.

"It's just that my strength doesn't allow it. If I had the strength of the Immortal Lord, of course I would dare to be arrogant."

Zhang Yifeng waved his hand and said, Arrogance without strength is digging your own grave.

Countless people have already practiced this in front of Zhang Yifeng.

Mu Yan shrugged noncommittally, Zhang Yifeng shook his head and thought about flying up from the top of the snow mountain, followed closely by Zhishen and the others.

Soon, ten members of the Mingyue Sect landed on the top of the snow mountain. The thin air made Zhang Yifeng feel a little uncomfortable.

After a layer of spiritual energy was released outside the body, Zhang Yifeng's discomfort improved.

"Hiss, it's really cold here. I heard that this snow mountain is not formed by heaven and earth."

"It's the vision of heaven and earth that was created by the remaining power of the immortal magic when a powerful man fought here."

Mu Yan exhaled, rubbed his hands and explained to Zhang Yifeng.

After taking a look at Mu Yan, Zhang Yifeng found that apart from his poor cultivation, he seemed to know all kinds of secrets in the fairy world.

"If you put your mind on cultivation, you wouldn't have broken through to the True Immortal Realm just now."

Ouyang Zi said calmly beside him, now that he has eliminated the body of all poisons, all his body has been transformed into the body of a fairy spirit, and he no longer looks as sickly as before.

The tone when he spoke was also very forceful, but what he said made Mu Yan a little unhappy.

"Tch, I still prefer the sickly look you had before. At least you spoke very little back then!"

Mu Yan curled his lips and said as if reminiscing.

"Really, then just think about it."

Ouyang Zi said without mercy. Upon hearing this, Mu Yan immediately raised his hand and wanted to hit Ouyang Zi.

"Okay, stop making trouble, people from all factions are watching."

Zhang Yifeng raised his hand to stop Mu Yan's movement and turned to look at the other sects around him.

Groups of monks from sects with different costumes were occupying various places on the top of the snow-capped mountains. They were all looking at the monks from other sects with vigilant eyes.

Zhang Yifeng When Zhang Yifeng looked at other sects, suddenly a figure rose from a distance and reached the top of the snow mountain in the blink of an eye.

"It seems that all the disciples from all the sects are here. I, the Sanren Tian Qingzi, will be in charge of presiding over this peak sword meeting. You don't have any objections, right?"

The person who came was a long-bearded monk carrying a long harp. His appearance was handsome and refined, and he looked like an immortal.

"I didn't expect that this summit sword meeting would be hosted by Tian Qingzi. This person is one of the few loose cultivators in the Eastern Immortal Land. He is not afraid even when facing the elders of major sects with his strength."

Mu Yan looked at Tian Qingzi with Changqin with envy. His dream was to become a free and easy cultivator in the world.

It's a pity that the Mu family does not allow him to become such a person, so he can only join the Mingyue Sect.

When Zhang Yifeng was by Mu Yan's side, he gradually realized that there was a sullen soul hidden under his cold and arrogant shell.

Rather than being bound to the sect, Mu Yan yearned more for those carefree casual cultivators, and didn't care much about cultivation.

Even if it is his own immortal technique, Mu Yan is always stuttering when using it, and most of his physical strength is consumed in one use.

"The purpose of the Summit Sword Club is to allow the eight major sects to sort out the order of entering the Sword God's ruins. You should all know this very well."

"Then I don't need to say more. You all understand the rules. The captains of the four sects who feel confident will be the first to step forward and draw lots to determine the candidates for the first match."

"At that time, the winner will continue to play against the winner, and the loser will do the same until the final eight places are competed for."

Tian Qingzi said lightly, the Summit Sword Club has been held for a long time, and the rules are known to the disciples of each sect, so naturally there is no need for him to give any more instructions.

Jin Buhuan took the lead and flew in front of Tian Qingzi, and the three leaders from the other three sects immediately flew out to follow.

Wang Sijiu of Yuyi Sect did not move, but stayed where he was and waited.