True Immortal of the Netherworld

Ten days later.

In the north of the Qingtan Kingdom, a tall border city built of huge bluestones stands on the ground. It's like a huge giant beast entrenched there, guarding the northern border of Qingtan Kingdom.

Different from usual, the gate of the border town is completely open, like the mouth of a roaring beast, exuding confident majesty.

Outside the city gate, a line of people lined up neatly.

The leader was an old man with a silver beard and white hair. The old man was wearing a white brocade robe, with bright eyes, and he was riding a snow-white horse.

On both sides of the old man stood a dozen attendants in blue clothes. These attendants all carried swords at their waists, and they all had murderous eyes.

The old man in white robe has been staring at the north. He seems to be waiting for someone at the intersection of heaven and earth.

"Master Chief Assistant, we have been waiting here for an hour, so the Prince of Haori Kingdom, Yu Yang, will definitely come." said an attendant next to the old man in white robe.

"He will definitely come." The old man in white robe said firmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a circle of mysterious energy visible to the naked eye rolled over his body. The stones on the ground rushed to the side, and the white horse he sat on couldn't help but raise its front hooves and let out a long roar.

The group of white-robed old men just stayed where they were, waiting persistently, with no intention of leaving. Their figures seemed to blend into the tall border city behind them, and they were both beasts.

Another half an hour passed.

Suddenly a large dark cloud came over the area.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew up, and snow began to fall in the sky.

The snow shadows rolled and the wind roared, as if there was a white dragon stirring high in the sky.

The old man in white robe raised his head and said: "Early autumn has just arrived, and the jade dragon and the snow are flying. I wonder what the sign is?"

After some time, the attendant next to him came forward and said: "Sir, it's snowing heavily. The temperature here is too low. Why don't we go to the city and wait."

The old man in white robe shook his head, his eyes were firm, and he said calmly: "He's here."

The attendant quickly turned his head to look.

At the end of the line of sight, in the vast expanse of white snow, a team of carriages and horses could be vaguely seen rolling in.

As the distance between the carriages and horses on the opposite side became closer and closer, the situation of the convoy gradually became clearer.

The vehicle was filled with cowhide-covered boxes, and the surface of the vehicle was decorated with bright red silk, exuding a sense of joy. Red flags were flying over the motorcade, with the word "Hao" written on them.

At the front of the motorcade was a young man in green, riding a heroic maroon horse.

"It's Yu Yang, he's really here." The attendant said, with excitement on his face, and he couldn't help but hold one hand on the handle of the sword at his waist.

The old man in white robes licked his silver beard under his chin with his hand, sat down and the white horse neighed, then moved forward to meet him.

The young man in green also saw the old man in white robe from a distance.

I thought to myself, isn’t this Lord Chief Assistant? As usual, he doesn't have to come here to greet me in person. Then, the boy in green waved his hand behind him. The group of people behind him immediately reined in their horses and parked their cars, stopping where they were and waiting.

The boy spurred his horse, and like a rolling flame, the bay-red horse ran forward carrying its owner with its four hooves on the snow.

Green clothes, red horses and white snow are also a scenery.

"Old minister, by the order of King Qingtan, I have been waiting here for a long time." The old man in white robe said with his hands clasped in fists.

When the young man in green saw a layer of white snow on the shoulders of the old man in white robes, he knew that he had been waiting for a long time, and said loudly: "You're welcome, Mr. Chief Assistant."

When the young man in green glanced behind the old man in white robe, he saw that the group of attendants were all dressed in tight clothes and had swords on their waists. And judging from the aura they exuded, it was obvious that they were well cultivated.

What's important is that the handles of the swords worn by the attendants are all polished to a shiny silver color, and the palms they hold the swords in are also thick and strong. Obviously these people often use knives and are good at using knives.

Although the boy in green likes to drink on weekdays, he looks bohemian. But all the while he was traveling. Traveling a thousand miles is better than reading thousands of books. His observation of things is still very detailed.

After observing, the young man in green couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "The chief assistant has brought a team of elite generals here. Could it be that something has changed?"

The green-clothed young man simply said: "Today, Mr. Chief Assistant has mobilized a lot of troops. Why bring a team of elite generals? Is it possible that there are some bandits running rampant outside the city?"

Seeing that he couldn't hide it from the young man opposite him, the white-robed old man's face suddenly became solemn, and then he said: "If you don't keep secrets, the marriage between His Highness the Prince and our princess will probably take some time."

"How?" The green-clothed boy's heart skipped a beat when he heard this and asked.

"A few days ago, Emperor Nantian sent a third-grade immortal official to Qingtan Kingdom to investigate a case. It was said that the prince you and the prince Yue Lanran of the March Kingdom had a private fight and destroyed the treasure of March given by the Emperor of Nantian to the March Kingdom. Sword. If something given by the emperor is destroyed, you will always be held accountable."

"So the Chief Assistant is here to arrest me and bring me to justice, so I can dedicate it to the third-grade immortal official."

"I don't dare. As long as the prince comes back with me and explains it clearly to the third-grade immortal official face to face. Otherwise, even the king and the princess cannot afford to suffer the crime of covering up the Qingtan Kingdom."

"The princess is fine now. I want to see her first."

"Her Royal Highness the Princess is fine, but you can't see her yet."

The old man in white robe thought to himself, if you meet the princess and don't turn against the third-grade immortal official based on the princess's temperament, you will be in big trouble. Isn't it just to prevent the princess from meeting you when I leave the city?

The two looked at each other, and they both read each other's meaning, whether they were enemies or friends, all in one thought.

"That's fine, one person does the work and the other takes responsibility. The people coming behind me are innocent, I can let them avoid it first." The young man in green said.

"Of course. If this case can be reduced to a minor matter, the marriage of the prince and the princess can still be held as scheduled." The old man in white robe explained.

The young man in green said to a middle-aged attendant behind him: "You escort the carriages and horses back to the nearest camp first. If I don't return within three days, you will return to Haori Kingdom on your own."

"This?" The middle-aged attendant looked surprised. After hesitating for a while, he still didn't dare to disobey, so he simply turned around and retreated with the convoy.

Seeing that the red color of the motorcade behind him was completely hidden in the wind and snow, the young man in green said: "Sir, let's go."

"Your Majesty, please."

Afterwards, the young man in green followed the old man in white robe towards the city gate.

As soon as the group arrived at the city gate, a group of sword-wielding servants behind the old man in white suddenly changed their formation and surrounded the young man in green.

The old man in white robes said with a solemn expression: "In order to eliminate the suspicion of cover-up by His Majesty the King and Her Majesty the Princess, I suggest that it is best for me to temporarily tie you up in shackles and send you to a third-grade immortal official."

When the young man in green heard this, his original good mood was gone at all, and four words popped up in his mind: "Push even further."

"Hmph! I can come freely and I can go freely. Since I agreed to go with you, I won't run away. What, Mr. Chief Assistant, are you worried that I will regret it midway? There are no shackles in the world that can bind me, Yu Xiaoxian." The young man in green said confidently.

After saying that, the young man in green took off the shiny purple wine gourd from his waist, deftly popped the stopper, and took a sip of wine into his stomach.

Rule 10 of the Drunkard's Rule: You only have the strength to fight when you drink.

"In our Qingtan Kingdom, except for His Majesty the King, there is no one who cannot be locked up." The old man in white robe said with a cold look.

The two looked at each other with only cold hostility in their eyes.

Almost at the same time, the two men flew down from their horses.

Without stopping for a moment, the old man in white robe straightened forward, his white robe curled up in the snow.

He stretched out his hands one after another to make the shape of eagle claws, and like a snow eagle, he pounced towards the green-clothed boy opposite.

The five fingers generated wind, drawing five clearly visible scratches in the void. The ruthlessness was comparable to that of a divine weapon.

The green-clothed young man's eyes narrowed and his consciousness came out. He first made a judgment in his mind that the master's skill was at least above the divine level.

Not daring to be negligent, the young man in green leaned back, but his heels seemed to be growing on the ground. His figure bent in a movement that was almost touching the ground, like a drunken willow playing in the wind, swaying without breaking and full of tenacity.

Following the swaying figure of the young man in green, the white snow around his body also moved with the mysterious energy aura on his body. It looked like a silver snake dancing, and his appearance was extremely free and unrestrained.

The old man in white robe grabbed him more than ten times in a row, seemingly hitting the young man's body, but he always missed it.

"What a 'Wine Master's Technique' and what a 'Jiu Master's Step'. Your Royal Highness, I advise you to keep at it, so as not to damage the harmony of your family." The old man in white robe tried to speak while taking action.

"We've already started to fight, so why talk about being nice? Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? Since you're not polite, Mr. Chief Assistant, I'll punish you with three cups of wine."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man in green moved his feet, and a series of shadows appeared on his body. At the same time, he twisted his wrist strangely, and a suction suddenly appeared in his palm.

In an instant, the surrounding flying snow condensed into a palm-sized snowball in the hands of the young man in green.

Without stopping for a moment, the boy in green took shots one after another with one palm.

"Bang bang bang."

Three balls of snow bombarded the old man in white robes opposite him.

On the surface of the snow bullet, streaks of black energy visible to the naked eye were whirling non-stop, whistling and sounding like shells being discharged.

When the old man in white robe saw this, he protected his face with both arms and silently recited the magic formula in his heart.

A flash of light flashed across his arms, and the surface of his arms suddenly became as rough as tree bark.

"Immortal Tan Shield!"

Suddenly, a green sandalwood shield about ten feet in size suddenly appeared on the arms of the old man in white robes. On the wooden shield, runes were flowing continuously, which was many times harder than copper and iron.

"Boom, boom, boom!" There were three explosions in a row, and the snow bombs exploded, but a dragon shape rose from them.

The silver dragon roared, and the flying snow turned into blades.

The surface of the wooden shield seemed to be cut by countless sharp blades, sawdust flew everywhere, and the bursting air flow exploded into flying snow.

The figure of the old man in white robe retreated seven or eight feet back before he stood still. A ravine was created under his feet, revealing the color of black soil under the white snow.

At this moment, the wooden shield technique on the arms of the old man in white robes has disappeared, and the body is finally uninjured, but there are some scratches on the surface of the arms.

The white-robed old man was shocked: "I still underestimated this guy's ability. If the mysterious bullet just now was not made of flying snow, but made of the wine in his hand, I'm afraid I would have been injured this time." , it seems that he still left some room."

For the young man in green's mercy, the old man in white robe not only did not express any gratitude, but it also aroused his fighting spirit to kill.

"Set up formation and arrest people!"

The old man in white robe gave an order, and a group of attendants with swords around them took out their silver swords and stood in the corners of all directions, surrounding the young man in green, forming a formation of swordsmen.