Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 114 Feng Bailong is missing, and Li Zhexian's friends arrive one after another (Bonus chapter, please vote with monthly tickets)

A familiar voice entered my ears.

A smile appeared on Li Zhexian's face.

His tofu pudding was eaten by Xue Qinghe.

So he brought over the sweet tofu pudding in front of Xue Qinghe, ate it in a few bites, and then got up.

"what happened?"

Xue Qinghe raised his eyes and asked.

"A friend has come from afar."

"Guard, do you think we'd tarnish the reputation of Heaven Dou City?!"

Feng Buyu pointed to the black silk covering his eyes.

behind him.

A dozen or so disciples of the Wind Sword Sect made the same move in unison.

A breeze swept by.

The ribbons tied behind their heads fluttered.

This group of people doesn't look like normal people.

This caused the pedestrians blocking the city gate to step back a few steps.

"Yes...no...no!"

The guard blurted out his true feelings, almost revealing what he was thinking.

now.

The guards were also inwardly groaning.

With the Soul Master Tournament approaching, people from all directions are gathering in Tiandou City.

His Highness the Crown Prince had already given the order:

During the competition!

The water-type soul masters of the Water Purification Division are responsible for cleaning the streets and alleys of the city morning and evening.

The wood-type soul masters of the Wood Spirit Guard must ensure that the flowers and plants on both sides of the road remain evergreen.

As for the four city gates, they are of utmost importance; no one with the intention of causing trouble shall be allowed to enter the city.

The guards had good eyesight.

It was obvious to everyone that this group of swordsmen in blue robes and with their eyes gleaming were no ordinary people.

But they didn't have the eye-catching flags and logos of the participating colleges.

Even more troublesome is...

They caught a glimpse of His Highness the Crown Prince at the tofu stall not far away.

Who would dare to make this mistake?

"This... chivalrous hero..."

The guard, steeling himself, said:

"Could you all... perhaps you could temporarily remove the black cloth covering your eyes?"

The wind was silent and its tone was urgent.

Remove the black silk binding your eyes?
Wouldn't that make me just like an ordinary person?

How can the extraordinary qualities of the Wind Sword Sect disciples be demonstrated then?!

"It seems that the name of my Wind Sword Sect is still not resounding enough. We are from the Wind Sword Sect, and we have come here specifically to visit friends and, incidentally, to watch the Soul Master Competition!"

The guards were about to speak.

But then they saw a young man in a pale yellow brocade robe walking straight towards them.

Instantly, a whole group of people knelt down.

"Meet His Highness the Crown Prince!"

Feng Buyu and the others were stunned at first.

Upon hearing the guards address him as "Crown Prince," they quickly looked in the direction of the sound.

however.

Feng Buyu's gaze swept across the crowd.

The first person they spotted was not the Crown Prince.

Instead, it was the white-clad boy with a smile on his lips.

"Exiled Immortal Brother!!!"

Feng Buyu's eyes, hidden beneath the black silk, sparkled with surprise.

He strode forward to meet him, opening his arms even when they were still some distance apart.

"Senior Brother Immortal!"

The other disciples of the Wind Sword Sect were also overjoyed and followed suit.

One after another, they called him "Senior Brother".

They are not from the same school, so they are not ranked together.

Rather, it stems from admiration for Li Zhexian's mastery of swordsmanship and even greater respect for his unwavering dedication in comprehending the sword.

Li Zhexian quickened his pace and gave Feng Buyu a tight hug.

"Brother Buyu, you've finally come looking for me!"

Say it.

He glanced around at the Wind Sword Sect disciples who had gathered around him, smiled, and cupped his hands in a gesture of nonchalance.

"The banished immortal greets all fellow cultivators."

The Wind Sword Sect suited his temperament very well.

Whether it was the sincerity of Feng Buyu and his young disciples, or the sect leader Feng Bailong's unreserved guidance to him.

All of these made Li Zhexian genuinely regard them as friends.

Xue Qinghe, standing to the side, smiled as he watched Li Zhexian being surrounded by the crowd.

In her eyes.

Even on ordinary days, Li Zhexian was already remarkably elegant.

His unrestrained drinking, his sharp swordplay, his leisurely fishing side by side with her, or the tranquility of resting his head on her lap...

These expressions of Li Zhexian stirred her heart even more.

And this moment.

She watched Li Zhexian chatting and laughing with his friends...

It's like a spring breeze brushing against the duckweed.

Ripples spread across the lake of her heart.

Feng Buyu's gaze lingered carefully on Li Zhexian.

Finally, his gaze settled on the Azure Lotus Sword mark on the latter's forehead, and he couldn't help but gasp. "Brother Immortal, you...you..."

He swallowed hard and said with a wry smile:
"I thought I had been training hard for months in the eye of the storm."

"Your swordsmanship has improved a little; I can finally see your back now."

"Unexpectedly, the gap has widened even further."

Feng Buyu pointed at Li Zhexian's forehead.

"That sword scar on your forehead..."

"I only saw the sect leader."

"Oh?"

Li Zhexian raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued.

"Then why didn't I see it?"

"I do not know either."

Feng Buyu smiled and said:
"Perhaps it was because he had been meditating on the cliff for too long that a layer of dust had accumulated and covered it up."

He paused.

His tone carried a hint of confusion and worry.

"Speaking of which..."

"Ever since you, Brother Immortal, left the Wind Sword Sect."

"I haven't even seen a shadow of the sect leader, and I can't even find him on the cliff where he usually stays."

Hear this.

A glint flashed in Li Zhexian's eyes.

At this time.

Feng Buyu finally noticed Xue Qinghe, who was wearing a pale yellow brocade robe, behind Li Zhexian.

He bowed with his hands clasped in greeting.

"I am Feng Buyu, the young sect master of the Fengjian Sect. I greet His Highness Crown Prince Tiandou."

"I was so impressed by your presence that I forgot myself and was rude."

The Wind Sword Sect is located in the Star Luo Empire.

Feng Buyu is the young sect leader of the sect.

When dealing with the Crown Prince, one only needs to be polite and respectful, but there is no need to perform grand kowtows.

Xue Qinghe nodded slightly.

"Since the young sect leader is a good friend of Li Zhexian, then he is an honored guest of Xue Qinghe. There is no need to be so polite."

"Um?!"

Feng Buyu's gaze towards Li Zhexian changed.

—Wow, my immortal brother!

For the crown prince to say such a thing, how close must their friendship be?
"Haha, let's go!"

Li Zhexian laughed heartily.

"Brother Buyu and all fellow practitioners have come from afar!"

"We must give you a proper welcome dinner today!"

A thoroughly enjoyable banquet came to a close at Shanxiangfang.

then.

Feng Buyu and the others found a spacious courtyard in Tiandou City.

They settled down there.

The preliminary rounds of the Soul Master Tournament are drawing ever closer.

The atmosphere in Tiandou City grew more heated day by day.

Teams from various colleges and universities.

They have already begun to arrive in droves.

Xue Qinghe was overwhelmed by a mountain of affairs and could no longer spare the time to accompany Li Zhexian.

Li Bai, the banished immortal, had nothing to do.

She also missed her friends from several colleges.

So he invited Feng Buyu to go to the city wall.

Watching the teams from various academies enter the city.

Among a group of young people in blue robes, Li Zhexian's plain white outfit stood out.

These two days.

They saw many teams from various colleges.

Although they are not as top-tier as the Five Elements Academy team.

But those who can participate.

They are all emerging talents in their respective regions.

Feng nodded repeatedly, seemingly unmoved.

but.

He was convinced of it.

Li Bai's friends must have been even more outstanding.

The wind is silent, and thoughts come to mind.

A person of extraordinary talent like Li Zhexian.

How could his friends be ordinary people?
cough!
Just like the wind that never speaks!
"Brother Immortal, have your friends not arrived yet?"

Feng Buyu couldn't contain himself any longer.

"Don't worry."

Before Li Zhexian could finish speaking, his gaze slowly fixed on the spot.

All that could be seen was the end of the winding official road.

Streams of fiery red light burst forth, breaking through the smoke and dust as they sped towards them.

A large red flag fluttered angrily in the wind.

The character "炽" above it is as blazing as the scorching sun.

Li Zhexian's lips curled up.

"Go down."

"My friend has arrived."

(End of this chapter)