Chapter 1927

"The emperor?"

"Are you going to fight him now?"

Far from panicking and stopping, Mo Feng became excited.

It seems that I have been looking forward to this moment.

"No one can measure his usual whereabouts, but now it's really a coincidence."

"These days, he formally challenged the thousand yuan holy master of the holy land of Tongxu. This is the most sensational event of the fairy clan in recent days."

"The fighting along the front line has been temporarily stopped."

Jiang Cheng is also interested.

"Is it so grand?"

"Yes, it was hard to find him. Now I can find him in the holy land of Tongxu in the name of watching the war."

"Are outsiders allowed to watch this kind of battle?"

Mo Feng nodded. "The three previous challenges of the emperor were all conducted in secret, but this war allowed the outside world to watch."

Brother Cheng felt his chin and speculated maliciously.

"Is this thousand yuan holy master also a forced king who likes to show off?"

"But can he beat the emperor? Don't pretend you can't be forced to be pretended."

Mo Feng silently roast in his heart, why is your focus always so different?

"When are you going to go?"

"Now!"

Brother Cheng raised his right hand, "lead the way!"

Mo Feng gladly accepts his orders.

His idea is very simple. This is a copy of the battle for the throne.

Whether the immortal clan can be integrated or not, as long as they can win with Jiang Cheng.

"Well, can you change your appearance?"

Jiang Cheng's expression suddenly became bad.

"Why, don't you think my face is unworthy to appear in high-end occasions?"

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that."

Mo Feng quickly waved his hand in denial.

"As you know, many people in the Xianzu came from the third era."

"You used to be so famous that many people could recognize you at a glance."

"Once you show up publicly, it will inevitably cause huge waves. At that time, the decisive battle may be cancelled."

"In order to avoid complications, it's reasonable to hide your identity for a while."

Hearing that he said he was famous, brother Cheng's face was a little pale.

"It's rare that you can say something wise."

He really changed his face.

Although he still changed in the direction of handsome, at least others could not recognize him as Jiang Cheng at a glance.

He took out a mirror and looked at it. The elder brother was inexplicably melancholy.

"Alas, fame is tiring. This is the trouble of being a celebrity."

"Don't you put away your sword?"

Mo Feng looked at the Wudao sword with the black chain wrapped in his left hand, and he didn't understand why he had to tie the sword, but also deliberately lit it outside.

This is a bit too eye-catching.

Jiang Cheng put away the mirror and changed a meaningless scabbard for Wudao sword, which was covered for a while.

This guy said, "how can Jian Xiu give up his sword? This is a kind of practice. You don't understand."

"By the way, if someone asks me later, you'll say it's your good friend junshuai."

Three black lines appeared on the forehead of Mo Feng.

As they walked along, Jiang Cheng soon had a strange feeling.

The purple heart crystal in his heart gradually became warm.

"Are there any other gods nearby?"

He continued to move forward, and the closer he approached the direction of the holy land of emptiness, the stronger his feeling became.

He had clearly felt a call.

It seems that something is attracting the heart of God.

Two days later, he and Mo Feng arrived at the holy land of Tongxu.

At this time, the heart of God became more and more restless, and even became uncontrollable.

"Hui Shi Tao Shen?"

"I've seen you, master!"

"Nice to meet you."

Outside the holy land, there are already a sea of people.

The Huishi Taoist deity incarnated by Mo Feng is well-known.

Along the way, many Taoist saints and deities took the initiative to greet each other.

Mo Feng also repeatedly arched his hands, "I have heard so much about it!"

After 80000 years of adaptation, he can recognize most of the Taoist gods here.

And he was also very clear that a considerable part of these Taoist gods, like himself, passed through the third era.

It's just that we all dare not reveal our identity casually. We can only guess.

Several Taoist gods and saints looked at Yuan Cheng curiously.

"Huishi Taoist priest, who is this?"

Mo Feng quickly said with a smile: "this is the handsome Taoist God. He just passed the pass recently."

"Handsome Taoist priest?"

People around are amazed. Is there such a strange title?

And from Jiang Cheng, they didn't feel the slightest breath of Yuanli.

Some of the walkers from the third era obviously felt the spirit of immortality and immediately became hostile.

This is a competitor!

However, how could this person still have the spirit of immortality when he came to the first era?

"Is he really a Taoist God?"

"Why don't I look like that?"

Someone deliberately teased me.

"Taoist friend, where did you come from? How dare you tell me the truth?"

In the face of doubt, brother Cheng is a little impatient.

"What does it have to do with you whether brother is a Taoist God?"

"They are all here to see the play. They are really wide-ranging!"

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone around turned black.

Mafeng is also secretly helpless. Headmaster yuan is really not afraid to offend people wherever he goes.

When you come to the Mountain Gate of the holy land of Tongxu, you will immediately meet the immortal.

"Ah, this is elder Huishi. This way, please!"

Jiang Cheng saw that the cultivation of the immortal had reached the level of Taoist saint.

"Your service is quite considerate. Can all the spectators be received?"

"Ha, this Taoist friend is joking. We have nothing to hide in the holy land of Tongxu. Naturally, we are not afraid of outsiders."

The two of them walked along with the immortal, and suddenly there appeared a gold, silver and copper seat in front of them.

Each seat is carved with complicated patterns, blooming mysterious glow, and looks like a piece of art.

These seats are distributed in a circle and divided into three circles.

There are only a few dozen golden seats distributed in the inner circle.

There are hundreds of silver seats in the middle.

The copper chairs are distributed in the most peripheral areas, with thousands of seats.

Jiang Cheng and Mo Feng observed a little and felt that the arrangement of these seats seemed to be full of mysterious atmosphere.

I just can't see why for a while.

"Huishi Taoist priest, you are a beginner Taoist priest. You can sit here."

The immortal led Mo Feng to one of the empty copper chairs.

This is a VIP seat, but the first level Taoist God can only sit in a copper chair, and the higher level can only sit in a gold chair.

As for the Taoist saints and saints, they can only watch the war below or even outside the holy land.

Naturally, Mo Feng didn't have any opinions, and Cheng was too lazy to find a row of noodles on the VIP seat, so he took it for granted to sit down on the copper chair next to him.

As soon as he sat down, the immortal who took the lead could not help but be stunned.

"I don't know who this Taoist friend is. He looks very strange. Is he also a Taoist God?"

Jiang Cheng had already crossed his legs, and when he heard the words, he turned his lips. "Otherwise?"

The immortal waved his hand and said with a smile, "nothing. Just like it."