Chapter 0918 Zuo Liuying's Challenge

The first person to arrive in the Imperial Capital was Zuo Liuying, who walked into the city alone, wearing a straw hat and a Taoist robe, like a casual cultivator who had flown too long and was overworked.

The prosperous scene of the Imperial Capital must have left a deep impression on Zuo Liuying, because he walked very slowly, as if he was strolling in his own courtyard, and the numerous pedestrians were just small animals that needed to be avoided in time.

More than ten days had passed, and the Imperial Capital was still in a highly excited state. Everyone felt energetic and wanted to do something. All kinds of strange stories were spread in the streets and alleys: Zhang, an old man who had been paralyzed for many years in a certain alley, suddenly got up and walked, ran out of the city and strolled all day, making his children at home anxious; someone's stupid son suddenly called his parents, and he could remember everything he read, just like a little talent; a notorious casual cultivator thousands of miles away was inspired to come to the Imperial Capital, and a hundred miles away from the city, he suddenly felt ashamed and fell to the ground. Bang kowtowed and repented, recounting his sins over the years, and then sat on the ground and turned into a body, with a smile on his face after death...

The City of Talismans has become a magical city, and incredible things have sprung up like mushrooms after rain. Now there are almost no taboos here, but no one takes the opportunity to make trouble. The pedestrians on the ground are mixed but not chaotic, and they are humble to each other. The talisman masters and casual practitioners in the sky consciously distinguish between high and low levels. This has nothing to do with strength, but the first person to arrive flies higher, and the later people fly lower. Some people are more humble or tired, so they walk with mortals on the ground.

The strange thing is that the sun can still shine on the ground, and no matter how many people fly in the air, there will be no sense of oppression in the imperial capital.

There are no empty houses in the city. The casual practitioners and talisman masters who came later can only rent houses outside the city. Some people simply cast spells to build new houses. They will enter the city at least once a day, fly around the Daotong Tower for a week, and then return to their residence to practice. It is said that the effect will be doubled.

Walking in such a magical city full of magic and strange people and things, Zuo Liuying wearing a straw hat did not attract attention. Even though he could walk freely in the endless stream of people and never contacted any pedestrians, this little special feature did not attract a single eye.

Only those Taoists with equally strong magic power could notice his difference in the vast crowd.

In fact, when Zuo Liuying just appeared on the road and was still a few miles away from the city, two Taoists flew out of the city in the opposite direction. After that, one stayed in the low air hundreds of feet above the ground, and the other flew in the air thousands of feet high, following Zuo Liuying into the city.

Zuo Liuying felt the abundant magic power that permeated the surroundings. It was not as aggressive as the first day, and no longer had the domineering power of life and death. It became extremely soft, blended into the air, and attached to every grain of dust. It was not the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, nor was it unclean air. It was like a strange and fragrant ointment that assisted in cultivation, making mortals happy and joyful, and making cultivators calm and less thoughtful.

The moment he entered the city gate, Zuo Liuying discerned a unique sign from the ubiquitous magic. It was not continuous like ordinary magic, but a series of irregularly distributed small dots, hidden in the background of heavy magic, just like a few black dots on a piece of paper painted black with ink. Only by facing the sun and choosing the most appropriate angle can you find the existence of these dots.

Zuo Liuying believed that these magic skills must have existed long ago, but he was unable to detect them before due to his limited strength. He walked very slowly, not observing the world - he was never interested in such things - but chasing and appreciating these small dots, gradually separating them from an ambiguous background. After walking three streets, he could accurately describe the appearance of these magic dots. After walking five more streets, after avoiding a group of children running around the streets, he could tell some details inside the dots.

If it was just to escape the spell, it would be enough to realize this. If it was to fight, this was far from enough. He had to recognize what kind of spell it was. The Taoist spells were always the same. No matter how high Kun Dun's realm was, he must have used the existing spells. He just had more advanced skills and could deceive the seventh-level Taoist priest Fu Yue Mang.

Zuo Liuying walked slower, but it was useless. He could only do this. What he saw were still small light spots like sparrows, which hid five to ten spells. He could not recognize any of them, so he naturally had no way to resist.

He walked into the street below the Taoist Tower. This was one of the few quiet places in the entire imperial capital. The tavern was still there and was not destroyed by the light column rising into the sky. Now it has become a place similar to a holy place. Residents within a hundred steps have moved out voluntarily, and the government has given generous compensation.

There were no orders or requirements prohibiting entry here either. Mortals and practitioners voluntarily avoided it.

Therefore, when Zuo Liuying walked into the street, there was no one in front of him, so he stopped at the edge and stood there for a long time. Slowly, a group of people gathered behind him, and then a group of casual practitioners and talisman masters stopped in the sky. They all thought that this guy wearing a straw hat was a little special, but no one guessed his intention until someone recognized his identity.

"Zuo Liuying, he is Zuo Liuying!"

The whispers were like wildfires in autumn that quickly burned across the grassland. Although quite a few practitioners and the vast majority of mortals didn't know who Zuo Liuying was, they were still infected by the atmosphere and had a strong sense of expectation, but no one knew what they were expecting.

A Taoist priest about 20 years old walked out of the tavern. Facing Zuo Liuying, he took seven steps forward, stopped for about half a quarter of an hour, then slowly stepped back seven steps, stopped again, this time for a shorter time, and turned around. Back in the tavern, he didn't say a word or make any gestures during the whole process.

The spectators on both sides of the street looked incomprehensibly, but their hearts were filled with excitement. They vaguely felt something. The practitioners in the air saw different situations based on their own strength, but they all knew that the two men had just engaged in a battle.

"Daotong wants Zuo Liuying to speak, and Zuo Liuying wants to keep his Niwan Palace. It will be a wonderful battle of illusions." A voice in the air said, and someone finally saw the truth of this battle.

The sky and the earth all uttered "Oh" sounds. Although more than half of the people have never heard of illusions, for them, spells that cannot be seen or heard cannot be regarded as spells.

"Who won?" Questions arose in the crowd. This question did not require a strong person in the sky to answer. "Idiot, Zuo Liuying hasn't spoken yet. Of course he wins."

It was only then that the name "Zuo Liuying" finally had practical meaning to most people, because he had a story: he defeated a representative of the Taoist tradition in a battle that few people understood.

With such a beginning, all kinds of gossip began to fly back and forth between practitioners and mortals like a large number of mosquitoes flying in the grass in midsummer, breaking the barriers between the upper and lower.

Zuo Liuying's former identity and various true or false deeds have been uncovered.

As a result, the straw hat priest standing on the street became more real.

The second Taoist priest walked out of the tavern. He was an old man in his fifties. He was tall and thin, and his face always seemed to be shrouded in a dark cloud. Some practitioners recognized him as Grandmaster Yashan. His name was Shen Zangqi. Word spread quickly.

Shen Zangqi stood at the door of the tavern, facing Zuo Liuying, who was a hundred steps away. He didn't move forward or retreat. He didn't speak, and he didn't hold a magic weapon in his hand. He just stood there.

Almost all the practitioners in the sky stayed, and more and more of them gathered. Even if they couldn't see why they were there like the mortals on the ground, they were embarrassed to leave, because it meant that they were weak and had inaccurate vision.

The voice that once explained the last fight sounded again, and his tone was full of ridicule, "Those who don't understand should be aware of themselves and don't stay here pretending. You can tell by your eyes that you are a bunch of fools."

A few practitioners left in shame, but most of them still stood firm, either begging or provoking, and asking the man to explain the monotonous fighting method on the ground.

"This is still a battle of illusions." The voice was not polite, but he only spoke without showing his face, and no one knew where he was hiding. "Both of them are at the seventh level of Moonlight. On the surface, they are evenly matched, but left Liuying has been accustomed to not using magic weapons for many years, and the straw hat on his head is just a mortal thing. Yashan Shenzangqi sees that the other party does not use magic weapons, and he is too embarrassed to take out his own magic weapons. In this regard, he is at a disadvantage. For orthodox Taoist priests, the more magic weapons they have, the stronger the spells they can cast. If they suddenly don’t use them anymore, it’s like a martial artist who is accustomed to using swords but switches to bare hands. Naturally, his strength will be somewhat compromised. Even though it’s just a little bit, it can determine the outcome..."

This person spoke eloquently, and the viewers nodded, indicating that the hero saw the same thing.

At the door of the tavern, Master Yashan Shen Zangqi took a deep breath and said: "There are mountains beyond the mountains. Fellow Taoist Zuo actually found a new way. It is respectable and admirable. Shen Mou is willing to be defeated."

Shen Zangqi was defeated as expected, but his demeanor was unanimously recognized by the practitioners.

Even the grandmaster who served at the seventh level of Moonlight was defeated. The expectations of the viewers rose sharply, and all eyes were turned to the Taoist Tower. Especially those who had seen the grandmaster in person on the first day, their hearts beat like drums, thinking that they could still get the second one. Lucky times.

Therefore, when the third Taoist priest walked out of the tavern, almost no one noticed.

She was a young Taoist priest who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old. Her appearance was extremely beautiful, but she had an air of awe and inviolability. Her voice was so cold that it could repel people thousands of miles away. Even some practitioners felt as ashamed as ordinary people. , I'm sorry to look at her for too long.

"The Patriarch accepts your conditions." The female Taoist said. It turned out that she did not come out to fight with Zuo Liuying. "Please let Mu Xingqiu come over. I also want to see him."

Zuo Liuying said nothing, and the voice in the air laughed loudly, "Kun Chao is still better, no, two better. Zuo Liuying won two battles in a row. He thought he had saved Niwan Palace, but he didn't expect that Kun Chao had already taken advantage of him. Entering in vain. If the old nest is lost, there is no point in fighting anymore. Zuo Liuying, you have lost completely. "

This man called the Patriarch by his first name, which seemed extremely rude, and finally made the practitioners dissatisfied, and thousands of pairs of eyes were looking for him.

"Stop looking, I am Lord Yishi, here to declare war on Kunchao, Yelin Town... Oops..." The voice disappeared, and no one knew where Lord Yishi was.

Zuo Liuying finally spoke: "Three days later, Mu Xingqiu came to challenge the Taoist Patriarch. He burned incense as a mark. If he could not be defeated within one stick of incense, he would be considered the winner. Please ask the Patriarch to be quiet and do nothing for twelve years. He If you can't persist, you should voluntarily hand over all the demon species and leave yourself to the master's disposal."

"The Patriarch accepts the challenge," the female Taoist priest said.

In the sky and on the earth, people are in a state of excitement.