Chapter 420

"None of you go on stage. Lu Yang, you kid have had such a rich experience along the way, it's time for my luck to get better!" Meng Jingzhou stopped Lu Yang and Zhao Po, who had no intention of going on stage anyway.

Before Meng Jingzhou went on stage, someone went up a step ahead. It was a middle-aged man who looked quite steady, with a long beard and a scholarly appearance.

The middle-aged man with a long beard was very famous locally. Someone under the stage recognized him: "It's Great Master Xiang from the Tenglong Academy. He opened the Tenglong Academy and taught I don't know how many licentiates, and even taught a successful candidate in the imperial examination. His disciples are all over the Huang Province, and even the Imperial Capital has his students!"

"More than that, he is also an orthodox Confucian cultivator. I heard from one of his students who has already graduated that he already had the cultivation of the early Jin Dan stage five years ago. I don't know if he has broken through now. I don't know how many Jin Dan families wanted their descendants to join his sect, sparing no expense to pay heavy gifts, but he refused them all!"

"What, he was already in the early Jin Dan stage five years ago? Then how are we supposed to compete? How could Fairy Qing Luo possibly win against him!"

The cultivation world likes to use the word "fairy" to praise the beauty, talent, and strength of female cultivators. After all, in public cognition, there are no women among immortals, so the word "fairy" can be used however one wants.

Lu Yang never used the word "fairy" to praise people. It wasn't that he was cautious with his words, but he felt that it wasn't a word to praise people...

"Don't panic. Fairy Qing Luo is extremely talented. At only eighteen years old, she is already in the late Foundation Establishment stage. She is the youngest among the generations of sect masters of the Yuntai Sect. It's not impossible for her to fight against an early Jin Dan stage!"

"That's great... Wait, doesn't that mean we don't have a chance either?"

Great Master Xiang stood on the ring, a trace of an elegant smile on the corner of his mouth: "Sect Master Qing, please."

Qing Luo sighed leisurely: "Great Master Xiang, didn't you read the rules? Participating cultivators must be under twenty years old. You are already over forty. Even if I'm looking for a husband, I should find someone of a similar age to me, right?"

Great Master Xiang suffered a blow and was inspired to write poetry on the spot: "You were born before I was born, you were born when I was already old. You and I are destined to have no fate."

"Yes, so can you please step down? I only paid for one day's venue fee, and time is limited."

Great Master Xiang stepped down in low spirits.

The subsequent cultivators who went on stage were relatively reliable. They were all young talents under twenty, and there was no lack of women disguised as men walking the world.

"This person named Qing Luo has a good foundation. Although there are flaws, being able to cultivate to this level in this environment, lacking guidance, is already extremely rare. Either she has had a strange encounter, or she is a genius."

"It's quite good. Even in our Corpse-Driving Sect, she could be selected as a true disciple and reach the top eight or even the top four in the sect competition."

Lu Yang and Zhao Po commented on Qing Luo's talent in a low voice.

"How about bringing this person into your Corpse-Driving Sect? It's a pity for such a genius to stay in such a small place." Lu Yang smiled.

"It depends on personal choice. I can try, but it might not work. I have seen many people who are unwilling to give up their own sect, saying that this is the place that took them in and raised them, and they cannot abandon their own sect."

"Moreover, because of our cultivation methods, the faces of people in our Corpse-Driving Sect are as white as if they had been dead for several days. Some cultivators are unwilling to join us because of this and join other first-grade sects instead." Zhao Po pointed to his face, which was whiter than a woman's, and said. Whether it was an orthodox corpse-driver or an unorthodox corpse-driver, their faces were like this.

Lu Yang nodded, deeply agreeing. When he first saw Zhao Po, he thought he was a living corpse.

Just as the two said, Qing Luo had a solid foundation and was hard to find an opponent among her peers. Her cloud-control technique was used to perfection, and she easily defeated one ambitious young person after another.

Finally, it was Meng Jingzhou's turn to appear.

"Immortal sects are not easy to enter. There are too many experts. Who knows who will discover our identity? On the contrary, you, you have a lot of guts, not only mixed into the immortal sect but also so high-profile."

Huang Ming thought of Lu Yang's powerful spiritual power and thought he was also reincarnation and starting over.

He then asked: "Seeing that your clone technique is so unique, I have never heard of it, and there is no record in history. I think it must have no successors and has been lost. Are you a cultivator of the Great Qian era?"

"No, I didn't scatter cultivation and start over."

"Don't brag. If you didn't scatter cultivation and start over, could you beat me? How about this, I'll reveal the bottom line. I am Venerable Huang Cen of the Great Yu Dynasty. What is your name? Maybe I have heard of your name."

Lu Yang didn't answer, looking at Huang Ming silently.

Huang Ming also seemed to understand something.

Huang Ming: "..."

Lu Yang: "..."

"You are a cultivator of the Great Yu Dynasty!?"

"You are really a disciple of the Wendao Sect!?"

The two said in unison.

Lu Yang thought Huang Ming was a senior of the Corpse-Driving Sect who had scattered cultivation and started over, so his tone was relatively casual. He didn't expect Huang Ming to be a cultivator of the Great Yu Dynasty.

Huang Ming was even more shocked than Lu Yang. The combat power Lu Yang displayed was actually cultivated step by step, without scattering cultivation and starting over. Even the National Teacher couldn't do this in this realm!

Is the genius of the great world really so terrifying?!

Meng Jingzhou realized the seriousness of the problem. Huang Ming was actually a Great Yu cultivator.

Seeing Man Gu and Zhao Po were in contact with ancient cultivators for the first time, and their reactions were not as big as Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou.

Huang Ming quickly reacted, his tone gloomy, his eyes covered with a layer of haze, without a trace of smile: "Good, good, good. As expected of a genius appearing in the great world, you were able to force me to be so embarrassed!"

"Since that's the case, then I can't keep you!"

"I originally planned to finish chatting with you and kill everyone who heard our conversation. Now it seems that even you have to die!"

Huang Ming no longer concealed his killing intent and called his companion with a secret method.

"Fellow Daoist Meng, kill them all!"

"Lu Yang, be careful, an Integration stage cultivator is coming!"

Just as the Decayed Fairy's reminder fell, the pressure like a towering mountain descended on this place.

A middle-aged man with half-white hair appeared in the sky, directly ignoring Lu Yang and others, looked down at Huang Ming, and showed a mocking smile.

"Fellow Daoist Huang, why are you so embarrassed?"

"If it were you, you would be like this too!" Huang Ming said angrily. This Lu Yang's talent was terrifyingly high. Even he, a dignified Integration stage who had scattered cultivation and started over, couldn't beat him.

If he were allowed to grow up, would that be okay?

Must be eradicated as soon as possible!

"Easy to say, easy to say." The ancient cultivator called Fellow Daoist Meng smiled. A few Jin Dan stages could be destroyed with a flick of a finger.

"It, it's him!" The drowning ghost felt the familiar aura and shouted instinctively.

"It was he who knocked me unconscious and brought me here from the East Sea!"

Fellow Daoist Meng looked down, saw that it was the drowning ghost, and laughed in a low voice.

"So it's that drowning ghost from the East Sea."