Fantasy: Rent The Immortal Dojo At The Beginning

Outside Zhongnan Mountain.

A roadside teahouse in a mountainous countryside somewhere.

In the simple tea shed, a few simple tables and a few tea bowls make up the scenery here.

Under the tea tent, there were only a few people sitting in twos and threes.

Although there was an endless stream of pedestrians on the road, this teahouse did not seem to attract anyone's attention.

It's like it doesn't exist.

"I thought I would sleep until the end of the world, but I didn't expect that I would still have a chance to wake up before the end of the Dharma period."

Sitting in front of a tea table was an old man wearing shabby cloth and a bamboo hat on his head.

His long beard is white and his face is rough. No matter how you look at it, he looks like an ordinary mountain villager.

He picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, and said:

"Is this old man going to Zhongnan Mountain just like Mr. Xu?"

On the other side of the tea table, there was a middle-aged man with a fat belly, a big beard, and drunken eyes.

He had a butcher's knife on his waist and a gourd in his right hand. He looked like a butcher who was killing pigs and selling meat.

He smashed his mouth, turned over and opened his sleepy eyes.

"They are all immortals who have lived for thousands of years, and they still talk in such a roundabout way." He said impatiently:

"For thousands of years in the Canglan Continent, we have never heard of anyone from outside the world coming to our world. How come at this time, something suddenly appeared...the Lord of Zhongnan? I think that person may be He is a man who pretends to be a magician!"

The woodcutter who was drinking tea glanced at him, drank another cup of tea, and sighed:

"I'm old, I'm old. I really don't care about competing with those young and invincible people."

The butcher sneered and sneered:

"Bah! Why do you wake up faster than anyone else?! Thousands of years ago, I couldn't stand your weird face! In every era, I have to compete with me for the Quasi-Emperor spot. If it weren't for If I want to suppress Monster Race’s border, I will fight you to the death!”

The woodcutter who was drinking tea did not change his expression, but then he said with some doubts:

"Speaking of which, I'm a little confused. Since you want to suppress the border, why do you come here to join in the fun? Are you really trying to compete with me for this opportunity?"

The butcher moved his fat body and sneered:

"I naturally have important things to deal with when I come here. Unlike you, Xianyun Yehe, I have heavy responsibilities!"

The woodcutter narrowed his eyes and said solemnly:

"Could it be that someone with the power of Monster Race broke through your defense and broke into my human territory?!"

Then he shook his head and said: "This is impossible! You and I are both Great Saint Realm, and I know your strength very well. It is not that simple for those Monster Races to break through your defense..."

The butcher sneered: "Can't you see that I am different from before?"

The woodcutter glanced.

The next moment he gasped.

The butcher's fat belly was nothing but an illusion.

His entire belly had been hollowed out, and his heart had been pecked out.

The tea and wine that he drank were mixed with his flesh and blood, and flowed out from his stomach.

The woodcutter's face instantly became extremely solemn and he said, "A Great Monster is born?"

The butcher drank a glass of wine, stood up and walked towards the road, saying:

"Great Monster? If it were an ordinary Great Monster, I would not be injured like this. The one who was alarmed this time was Kunpeng, one of the ten evil spirits in ancient times. Now that I am withering in this world, all the powerful men are trying to avoid the coming Doomsday Period. Bury yourself, if he counterattacks our human race, who in the world is his opponent?"

The woodcutter stood up, with a heavy look between his brows, and said:

"Kunpeng, didn't he die at the hands of Emperor Cang ten thousand years ago?"

The butcher sneered: "If you really die, you will save yourself so many troubles. I'm afraid there will be a big show in Zhongnan Mountain later!"

…

Zhongnan Mountain.

All those invited were seated.

They greedily breathed in the spiritual energy on Zhongnan Mountain, and some of them had even sat cross-legged on the ground, closing their eyes and practicing.

Everyone present had their eyes flashing and they were talking secretly.

Everyone has his own idea in his heart.

After this fairy mountain was exposed to the world, everyone wanted to come here to get a piece of the pie.

Nalan Ruoshui and the other nine Immortal Gate sect masters were sitting on high seats, and a trace of solemnity gradually flashed in her eyes.

"Where's Bishui?"

She suddenly noticed that the seat at the Jade Water Sect gate, one of the Immortal Gates in the Ten Directions, was vacant.

At this time, senior is about to arrive, so why will she be absent?

Unless something happens.

Old Yaoguang said calmly:

"Master Jade Water Sect discovered something unexpected outside Zhongnan Mountain, and she has already gone to check it out personally."

Nalan Ruoshui frowned slightly, remembering what Bishui had said to her a few days ago, and said:

"But Monster Race?"

Old Yaoguang said solemnly:

"Until there is definite information, we cannot easily draw conclusions, but based on observations over the past few days, Monster Race is likely to have been mixed into every seat."

Nalan Ruoshui's face was solemn, and there was a hint of uneasiness in his heart.

Although Monster Race is weak, their background is definitely not inferior to the human race of Canglan Continent.

If they were just ordinary little demons, they should be able to catch them right away.

But this time, things seemed a little unusual.

Time passed by minute by minute.

There was already some commotion in the audience, people were talking and their eyes were flashing.

They have been waiting for a long time.

At this moment, I saw a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scholar, standing up with a smile, holding a folding fan, and bowed:

"Senior sect leaders of Shifang Immortal Gate, this time you invite us here with great fanfare. You won't just ask us to sit here in vain. Since you said that a supreme Venerable will host this banquet, I don't know. When will the Venerable show up?"

Nalan Ruoshui said calmly:

"The senior dragon has never seen its head and tail, and its whereabouts are elusive. Please wait patiently."

The middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scholar smiled and said:

"Sect Master Nalan, there is something wrong with this. Which one of you is sitting on the Canglan Continent and is not a respectable person? Since you want to feast the world, you must give the world a face, let us have so many Isn’t it a bit shameful for people to wait for someone who doesn’t know their origins?”

He smiled and said: "Or, the Venerable you are talking about does not exist at all..."