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

Chapter 259 Reunion with Huyan Li! In Martial Soul City, Li Zhexian's reputation...

Only the top experts on the mainland know this...

Aside from the three invincible titles that have been missing for decades.

Looking at the entire continent.

Only a handful of people possess a 100,000-year soul ring.

Each and every one of them stands at the pinnacle of the continent.

but……

The sixth spirit ring is 100,000 years old, which is absolutely unprecedented and unprecedented!

Not to mention that platinum spirit ring, which seems to be no worse than a 100,000-year spirit ring!

Such a soul ring configuration...

“You, the banished immortal…”

Ning Fengzhi slowly exhaled.

"Your talent is unparalleled throughout history, and its future remains to be seen."

Yu Yuanzhen's heroic face was full of amazement.

"When the old poisoner came, he told us that seeing you again would horrify us."

"I thought his words were exaggerated, after all, it's only been a few months since we last met..."

Feng Bailong shook his head in response.

"What I'm seeing with my own eyes now is indeed a raging storm."

"A 100,000-year-old soul ring..."

“Young immortal friend, you have passed away before us old folks.”

"Ha, look at you all."

Dugu Bo blew away the foam in his cup, sipped his tea calmly and composedly.

In fact...

His left hand was hidden under the table.

They were so terrified that they broke off a corner of the stool.

Although he had glimpsed something from Li Zhexian's five-level leap in soul power.

But what you see with your own eyes is a completely different kind of breathtaking experience.

“Brother Immortal…”

Looking at the spirited young man standing amidst the colorful spirit rings, his white robes fluttering, Ning Rongrong clenched her slender hands tightly, her beautiful eyes revealing admiration.

The other disciples were also stunned and dizzy.

“Immortal, since you have such strength, we will not stop you any longer.”

Ning Fengzhi's tone was helpless, yet it also revealed a hint of relief.

Li Zhexian laughed and said:
"Esteemed seniors, may we now inform the Immortal of your plans?"

Ning Rongrong and her many disciples all retreated.

In the courtyard.

Only Li Zhexian, Ning Fengzhi, and Chen Xin, four titled Douluo, remained.

The discussion continued until the sun began to set.

Li Zhexian then took his leave.

“Immortal, why don’t you stay and have a meal later, and stay here for the night?”

Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and the others escorted Li Zhexian to the door.

Li Zhexian laughed and said:
"Didn't the seniors say that Tianheng and Buyu found the rules here too many and went to stay at a hotel in the city?"

"They're definitely waiting for me."

After saying this, he bowed respectfully and then walked away.

"Brother Immortal, I'll take you there!"

Ning Rongrong squeezed out from behind Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin and hurriedly chased after Li Zhexian.

Watching the boy's figure gradually disappear into the distance.

Feng Bailong stroked his beard and laughed:
"Young people should stay with other young people."

Yu Yuanzhen put his hands behind his back.

"A young man with spirit, yet his fighting prowess rivals that of veteran powerhouses..."

"Even I, an old man, am somewhat envious of the banished immortal."

Following Ning Rongrong, Li Zhexian met with Yu Tianheng, Yu Tianxin, and Feng Buyu at the inn.

Because these seven elections were of an exceptionally high caliber.

Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and the others couldn't help and weren't affiliated with the sect, so they wisely didn't come along.

"Hahaha, I knew Master would come looking for us!"

Yu Tianxin looked at Li Zhexian with admiration and said excitedly:
"Master, I heard that you're going to participate in the Seven Sects Election this time, competing against the older generation of powerful figures?!"

"Hey, that's fucking strong. I can't even beat Yu Tianheng..."

Yu Tianheng glanced at Yu Tianxin and smiled:

"Immortal, we've booked your room."

"Shall we walk?"

"It is a must!"

Feng Buyu put his arm around Li Zhexian's neck and walked out of the inn.

The best restaurant in Wuhun City is called Shengyanxuan.

Compared to the Tian Dou City's Shan Xiang Fang, it lacked some of the lively atmosphere of a bustling restaurant. People could enter and exit from here.

They were all Soul Masters with some reputation.

And then they saw Li Zhexian and his entourage step into the restaurant.

The Soul Masters, who were chatting and laughing, gradually lowered their voices.

Not seen.

After noticing that the surroundings had quieted down, he looked up in confusion, and then it fell silent as well.

The huge first floor suddenly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The shadow of a famous tree.

Five years ago, the young man in white caused a ruckus in the Papal Palace, and was subsequently wanted by the Spirit Hall for five years.

I thought he had faded into obscurity.

Who would have thought...

He reappeared during the great battle between the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Spirit Hall, and orchestrated the fall of a titled figure.

Then the pope was beheaded.

The name of Li Zhexian has long resounded throughout the entire continent.

only.

This is distinct from the Heavenly Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire that the storyteller traveled through.

In this holy city of soul masters ruled by the Spirit Hall.

Li Bai's reputation is not so glorious.

Five years have passed, and the boy's bravery and fearlessness have long been distorted by the rulers' writings.

I saw the young man in white go to the private room on the second floor with his arm around his friend's shoulder.

Until the door was closed.

The noise on the first floor returned.

"Bah, who do we have here? It's that jinx that's come to our Holy City again!"

"Li Zhexian is currently the number one among the younger generation, so why does he speak with such disdain?"

"The number one among the younger generation? Ha! Five years ago, he defeated the Golden Generation with despicable means, and when His Holiness the Pope fought against several titled figures, he shamelessly drew his sword, yet he couldn't even withstand the Pope's pressure!"

"That's absolutely true! I can testify to it! Five years ago, during the Soul Master Competition, I saw it with my own eyes. That Li Zhexian was nothing like the rumors circulating in those small towns! He was nothing but a despicable scoundrel!"

"I heard that this Li Zhexian even slept with a soul beast! Tsk tsk, a soul beast with fur and horns, born from a wet egg, is nothing more than a soul ring raised by us soul masters! This Li Zhexian is utterly worthless!"

"Hahaha, absolutely right!"

"damn it……"

Feng Buyu and Yu Tianxin immediately grabbed chairs from the private room.

Li Zhexian thought for a moment, then smiled and said:
"No rush, let's drink first."

Yu Tianheng suppressed his anger and frowned, saying:

"Immortal, do you see the people at that table by the window?"

"Sitting in the first seat is Hu Liena from the Spirit Hall, and the rest are the outstanding young talents from the Elephant Armor Sect, White Tiger Sect, and Fire Leopard Sect among the four lower sects."

"Brother Huyan... is among them."

Should we call him?

Li Zhexian's smile faded slightly.

"Whether he comes or not is up to him."

After a few people sat down.

The wine glasses were scattered.

Li Zhexian suddenly said softly:

"Let's have one more."

First floor.

Window seat.

A thin young man with fiery red hair listened to the people around him belittling Li Zhexian, and his smile became even more blatant.

"Hahaha, this meal was delicious!"