Supreme Immortal Demon

Is there anyone else?

The inner and outer disciples of the Yandao Arena were stunned. They turned around and saw a young man in a linen robe.

Unlike Luo Fei, Yan Daoming and others who were very impressive when they appeared, the young man came calmly and was very low-key. He was neither cold and arrogant nor domineering.

But because of Qiu Xiaoliu's previous experience, the outer disciples did not despise him. According to the rule that masters always appear last, this senior brother must be extraordinary.

"Wait, look, he is not wearing a crown!"

"Oh, yes, he is not wearing a crown. Isn't he the senior brother of the main peak?"

"Does anyone know him?"

"I don't know him."

"I don't know..."

The outer disciples were talking, and the curiosity was spreading. When Luo Chuan came to the Empty Mountain Realm a year ago, although he was very famous, he only showed his face in front of the inner disciples.

In a circle of people in the north of the arena, Wang Xiazi exclaimed, opened his mouth wide, stared at Luo Chuan in a daze, and his face was full of disbelief. Wang Xiazi woke up early in the morning and felt dizzy. He could not remember how he got back to the outer sect. He only vaguely remembered what happened last night, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt it was very absurd.

Luo Maoren had been hiding in Shanding for so long. He was obviously disabled. How could he have thrown such a terrifying punch?

Wang Xiazi quickly realized that he must have been drunk and his memory of Luo Maoren was a dream.

Wang Xiazi was not reassured and wanted to find Lu Ping to verify it, but he could not find Lu Ping. Then he followed a group of outer sect brothers to the Yandao fighting field in a daze.

Wang Xiazi's reaction quickly attracted the attention of the surrounding outer sect disciples.

"Wang Maoren, what's that expression on your face?"

"Hmm? Junior Brother Wang, do you know who this person is?"

"By the way, you often send letters everywhere, so you must know more people than us. Tell me who he is!"

Amid the booing of many outer disciples, Wang Xiazi shook his head and suppressed the strange emotion: "You really don't know him? He is Luo Chuan."

"Luo Chuan? Who?"

"Luo Chuan...that Luo Chuan?"

"The weirdo who lives on the top of the mountain?"

Wang Xiazi nodded numbly: "Who else but him."

At this time, Luo Chuan had already walked into the Yandao Arena, shuttled through the crowd, and walked towards the main hall.

"Is he Luo Chuan?"

"I remember, it turned out to be him. I met him once more than a year ago."

"That weirdo."

With Wang Xiazi as the source, it was like a wave pushing to the surroundings, and soon Luo Chuan's name spread to all the outer disciples. Looking at Luo Chuan again, everyone's eyes became complicated.

"It turned out to be Luo Chuan. I thought there was another genius who could rival Senior Brother Huo and Young Master Luo." An inner disciple shouted.

"How can you say that, Junior Brother Zhao? After all, he once made great contributions to the Empty Mountain Realm and was considered a celebrity. Don't you remember how glorious he was when he first joined the sect? Haha, maybe he can create another miracle this time." Another inner disciple said, his smile more or less revealed a hint of hypocrisy.

"No matter how powerful he was in the past, he is now a waste. What is he doing here?" The inner disciple was obviously very dissatisfied: "He relied on that little merit and hid in the mountain. Today he suddenly came here and wanted to sign up for the autumn competition. Is he trying to embarrass us inner disciples?"

The words of the inner disciple surnamed Zhao represent the thoughts of most inner disciples. Although Luo Chuan's deeds once won their sympathy and admiration, more than a year is enough to make all this fade and people's hearts become indifferent. Especially Luo Chuan still has privileges.

There were more and more sarcastic voices. As the emotions spread, it wasn't long before the entire Yandao Arena was filled with such voices. Of course, there were some inner disciples who stayed out, but they were a minority after all.

Wang Xiazi looked a little ugly. He didn't expect everything to turn out like this.

"This... Brother Luo is actually a good person." Scratching his head, Wang Xiazi said to the brothers around him.

"Good person? Maybe, but unfortunately a little stupid."

"Yeah, if I had a brain, I wouldn't be here today."

Wang Xiazi was secretly anxious, and at the same time, he couldn't understand it.

Luo Maoren, Luo Maoren, you stay in the red maple forest, brew wine, look at the sky, and brag to me. Isn't it good to cultivate your body and mind? You said you have nothing to do, why do you come here? Really participate in the autumn competition? Let's not say that you are not qualified, even if you are qualified, it is like now. Humiliating yourself!

Shaking his head, Wang Xiazi rolled his eyes upwards.

The dusk was like fire, and the western sky was full of sunset glow. There was a sense of grandeur and magnificence between the rolling clouds.

Wang Xiazi vaguely remembered something, but he couldn't remember it clearly for a while.

At this moment, the sky suddenly changed. A dark cloud floated in the southwest, and the waves in the cloud rose and fell. Then there was a "clattering" sound, and large pieces of hail fell from the cloud and hit the mountain world.

An elder had been riding a crane to guard the southwest. As soon as the hail fell, the elder flew up the cloud and rode a crane, chanting something in his mouth, and threw out a magic net to catch the hail. After a while, the hail fell and turned into ice water in the net, and the elder also flew away leisurely.

"Infinite Saints!"

The disciples of the Empty Mountain Realm who witnessed all this saluted to the sky. The elder's move saved at least ten miles of life in the southwest of the mountain world, and his merits were immeasurable!

Among the crowd, Wang Xiazi was the only one who was dumbfounded. A picture emerged in his mind: a young man in linen robes stood near the building, looking into the sky, and said lightly: "Clouds penetrate the sky, and there is a rainbow coming from the west. Tomorrow night, to the southwest of the mountain boundary, There will be a hailstorm."

Unpredictable and calm.

"Am I not dreaming, and the Luomao people are not bragging in my dream..." Wang Xiazi said to himself.

The picture in the memory moves forward: Lu Ping, the outer disciple, suddenly takes action, showing a skill that is not inferior to the four leading figures. But Luo Chuan waved his hand and defeated him with an understatement. Wang Xiazi still remembers the feeling of that punch, like a commoner emperor, boundless domineering!

Looking at Luo Chuan, who was walking calmly amidst the jeers on the Daoyan Arena, Wang Xiazi remained motionless, his face stiff, but his heart had fallen into hysterical madness.

If everything that happened yesterday was really not a dream, the Luomao people had endured and settled like this for more than a year. No one in the empty mountain world knew that there was such a terrifying existence in the red maple forest on the top of the mountain!

He was like a hidden dragon, lurking under everyone's nose, being despised and underestimated by everyone.

Wang Xiazi gradually calmed down. His first reaction was still the same as yesterday. He felt that there must be something sinister in this! But then, Wang Xiazi felt something was wrong.

If he really had some evil intentions, the elders would not have noticed it and allowed him to stay in the mountain world.

In any case, this Luomao man must be a hidden master.

Wang Xiazi suddenly discovered that apart from Lu Ping, he was the only one who knew the truth about Luo Chuan.

This is his advantage and opportunity!

It was clear that he had seen the gate of immortality and the path to immortality, but he was rejected because of his talent. The so-called outer disciples, to put it bluntly, are the attendants of the Immortal family, the warriors who watch the mountains and run errands.

However, who is willing to be an outer disciple for a lifetime?

For more than a year, every word spoken by Luo Chuan and Wang Xiazi echoed in his ears, including the words "Give you skill wine".

Today may be Wang Xiazi's craziest day in twenty-five years, or maybe it's because he's still drunk.

Under the strange looks of the surrounding outer sect disciples, Wang Xiazi rushed forward without hesitation, quickly caught up with Luo Chuan, nodded and bowed, and said diligently: "Senior Brother Luo! Sign up for the autumn competition in the main hall! Let's go, junior brother will take the lead. you go."

In an instant, Wang Xiazi became the center of attention.

Luo Chuan looked at Wang Xiazi with a half-smile.

Wang Xiazi blushed, feeling that Luo Chuan had read all his thoughts.

The inner and outer disciples looked at Wang Xiazi with idiotic eyes, and the outer disciples who came with Wang Xiazi opened their mouths so wide that they could swallow their fists. Wang Xiazi's body was trembling slightly, and he didn't know whether he was nervous or excited.

In addition to the inner and outer disciples in the Yan Dao Arena, there was a group of people who were also looking at Luo Chuan. Compared with the disciples of the inner and outer sects, the disciples of the main peak on the second floor of the main hall are much quieter, but their eyes are intriguing, narrow, playful, and aloof.

Only a few people are different.

Cuizhu Peak's true disciple Tang Yan'er, ranked twenty-sixth, bit her red lips lightly, looking slightly dazed.

Yin Chen, the true disciple of Cuizhu Peak, ranked 19th. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to shout something, but he was forced to hold it back.

Lu Boya, the true disciple of Jinding Peak, ranked fourth. He looked at Luo Chuan with a particularly complex look, showing gratitude, sympathy, and a hint of doubt.

Huo Jun, the true disciple of Black Dragon Peak, ranked second. Ever since Luo Chuan appeared, until now, his fist has never loosened.

"Yan'er, is he the Luo Chuan you keep mentioning?" Xiang Shaoyu took in the changes in Tang Yan'er's expression and focused his gaze.

"Yes." Tang Yan'er said calmly.

"Oh? It seems very ordinary." Xiang Shaoyu chuckled.

"Very average?" Tang Yan'er raised her eyebrows and glanced sideways at Xiang Shaoyu: "Don't forget, the method you have practiced in the past six months was brought back from Wuhua City by him."

Xiang Shaoyu was speechless and looked slightly ugly.

"It's really unimaginable that Chen Yusheng, Yue Qun, Huang Yazi, and Guan Lushan were all killed in his hands. Chen Yusheng and Yue Qun were even killed by him with one move." Yan Daoming held the gun in both hands and pondered. A smile.

"If you had experienced his peak period and witnessed those battles with your own eyes, you would never laugh so easily." Lu Boya said. After more than a year of settling, his previous jumpiness has been wiped away, and his whole person has become more mature. A "quiet" temperament.

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(Sorry, it’s late again. I was coding in the coding software in the afternoon. I planned to lock it for 40 minutes to write, but then when I saw so many votes and rewards today, I accidentally jumped and my hand shook and added more. It has been locked for 400 minutes, and I have not been able to get out of the computer until now. Sure enough, the crab lost its claws. I will set up automatic updates tomorrow and say goodbye to procrastination~)