The servants were very happy when they heard this, and naturally agreed to the Taoist's suggestion and let the Taoist carry a load of tangerines.

This Taoist is not an unknown person, but a Taoist immortal. He is famous and his name is Zuo Ci. He has studied Taoism for thirty years in the Emei Mountain in Jialing, Xichuan. He once heard a voice calling Zuo Ci's name from the stone wall; suddenly there was thunder that shattered the sky. On the stone wall, three volumes of the Heavenly Book were obtained, which are called "Dunjia Heavenly Book". The first volume is called "Tian Dun", the middle volume is called "Earth Escape", and the second volume is called "Human Escape". The Heavenly Escape can soar into the clouds and cross the wind, and soar into the void; the Earth Escape can penetrate mountains and rocks; the Human Escape can travel around the world, hide and transform, fly and throw swords, and take people's heads. He has vast supernatural powers and profound cultivation.

Zuo Ci was originally cultivating in Mount Emei, but he was found by Master Zixu. He told him that Wei Zhongdao had invited the immortals from all over the world to gather in Xudu, and he couldn't help but get excited, so he appeared here.

Zuo Ci smiled and was about to pick up a load of tangerines. Suddenly the situation changed, and a powerful spiritual power came through the air and gathered into shape. It was a strong man who looked to be in his thirties, handsome, handsome and outstanding. Bufan, with his hands behind his back, stood in the void, making the servants mistakenly think they had seen a god, and they all kowtowed and knelt down, shouting loudly to Wei Zhongdao.

"I'll wait to see the immortal!"

Wei Zhongdao frowned slightly, glanced at the servants who turned into kowtow insects, waved his arms, and everyone stood up one after another. Their expressions were even more awe-inspiring. They clasped their hands piously and bowed again.

Wei Zhongdao was too lazy to pay attention to these servants. He turned his eyes and looked at the one-eyed lame Taoist. He pinched his fingers slightly and countless information came into his mind. He already knew the origin of this Taoist. He chuckled and said.

"Zuo Ci, you are also a Taoist immortal. Why bother with these servants? If you take out the pulp of this orange and leave only the empty shell, they will be punished!"

When Zuo Ci heard this, his one eye suddenly tightened, and he looked at Wei Zhongdao in front of him warily. Unexpectedly, his actions were actually calculated by the person in front of him. He felt angry in his heart, flew into the void, and stood opposite Wei Zhongdao. He said coldly.

"Who are you? You can actually calculate my whereabouts? You are very knowledgeable!"

Wei Zhongdao cupped his fists and saluted. Looking at Zuo Ci, who was a little unwilling to admit defeat, he couldn't help but shake his head secretly. This Taoist's character is too strong. He actually became angry because he saw through his plan. His state of mind still needs to be tempered.

"I'm here, Wei Zhongdao!"

Zuo Ci was moved. It turned out that this person was Wei Zhongdao. No wonder Master Zixu was so afraid of this person. As expected, he had great strength and superb Taoism.

"It turns out that it was Mrs. Wei who faced me!"

"Zuo Ci is so blind that he cannot see Mount Tai!"

Zuo Ci looked indifferent, pointed at his one eye, and said coldly with a bit of chill.

Wei Zhongdao is not a good-tempered person. He originally wanted Master Zixu to contact the Taoist immortals to gather in Xudu, just to make the Taoist sect surrender and not disturb the secular world. Now seeing Zuo Ci being unruly and wanton, anger rises in his heart. , said sharply.

"Why, Taoist Zuo Ci is not convinced?"

Zuo Ci also had a hot temper. How could he stand Wei Zhongdao's questioning? He sneered and said to Wei Zhongdao.

"Master Zixu rated Wei Taichang as the best person in the world in terms of spiritual cultivation. I don't believe it. I want to learn about Wei Taichang's magical practice to see if he can deserve this title!"

Zuo Ci did as he was told, with a fiery temperament. He stretched out his hand in the air, and a real dragon flew out, ferocious and threatening. The dragon's roar resounded throughout the world, the dragon's claws were sharp, and the cold light shone, and it rushed towards Wei Zhongdao. , wanting to capture him.

Wei Zhongdao shouted with a sneer, and waved his hand, the color of the sky and the earth changed, dark clouds shrouded the sky, and strong winds blew, causing the servants to retreat. Lightning flashed and thundered in the dark clouds, silver snakes danced wildly, the sound shook the sky, and thunder struck towards the sky. The real dragon kept chopping down.

The real dragon screamed miserably and continuously, its scales fell off and shattered, wounds appeared on the dragon's body, countless dragon blood spilled, and it was very tragic.

Zuo Ci looked solemn, looking at the real dragon that was split open by the thunder. He withdrew his mental power, pinched the seal in his hand, and a white light shone across, slashing towards the phantom of Wei Zhongdao.

"I have mastered the art of swordsmanship and can kill dragons wherever they are."

This is the art of flying swords. It can take a person's head from thousands of miles away like picking up an object from a bag. It is Zuo Ci's most powerful magical power. He strikes out without mercy, as fast as lightning, and goes out towards Wei Zhongdao's neck. Thinking To cut off his head.

Wei Zhongdao's expression was as usual, as lazy and casual as before. He looked at the flying sword that was slashing towards his head, chuckled, and flicked his finger.

"when!"

There was a sound of metal clashing, and the flying sword was flicked away by Wei Zhongdao with one finger, revealing its true appearance. A two-foot small sword hung in the void, with sword light shining on the sword body. It was sharp and unparalleled. The air in the void pierced, making a whistling sound, and the power was extraordinary.

"Little tricks!"

Wei Zhongdao flicked his fingers, and a stream of spiritual power flew out, connecting a large amount of heaven and earth essence, continuously compressing and changing, and turned into a sword energy, which was indestructible and shot straight at the flying sword.

"Ding!" "Ding!" "Ding!" "Ding!"

A series of sword strikes sounded, strings of sparks jumped up, and two streams of light continued to collide in the air.

Beads of sweat broke out on Zuo Ci's forehead. His mental energy was attached to the flying sword and was almost shaken away by the sword energy. There were even a few cracks on the flying sword, causing considerable damage.

Zuo Ci was reluctant to let the flying sword he had worked so hard to acquire be destroyed in one day, so he put the flying sword into his sleeve. Seeing this, Wei Zhongdao also dispersed the sword energy, looking at Zuo Ci with a half-smile but not a smile. He had just fought, Zuo Ci The magical power of kindness is not as good as that of Wei Zhongdao, and some strange tigers go south.

Zuo Ci frowned and looked at Wei Zhongdao in confusion. He was very surprised. Generally speaking, scribes only practiced spiritual power and rarely practiced Taoism. But Wei Zhongdao was different. He is even more proficient in the art, and he has all kinds of strange magical communication at his fingertips, which is three points better than Taoist immortals like him.

Wei Zhongdao stepped forward in the void, the void shook, the essence of heaven and earth was faintly rioting, and the invisible pressure shrouded Zuo Ci, which was extremely frightening, and asked with a chuckle.

"Do you still have any magical powers? Feel free to use them and let me see them?"

Hearing this, Zuo Ci's face showed a bit of embarrassment. He took the initiative to provoke Wei Zhongdao, but now he was suppressed by his magical power. He was no match at all. He was more or less unable to get off the stage. The black pupil in his one eye kept turning, as if he was thinking of countermeasures. .

After a long time, Zuo Cicai exhaled a breath of turbid air, which was like a sharp arrow shot out, condensing without scattering, and made a sword whistling sound, which was three feet long, making the servants not far away exclaimed "immortal".