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277:Young strong man

Purple Moon - kun is very strong, he was born in an ordinary family in the Holy City, when born, but born with a strange image, was wrapped in purple, so the dao name Purple Moon, and to Xian - kun called him, you can imagine, outsiders to its recognition.

There are rumors that he is the reincarnation of the great emperor of the human race, otherwise it is impossible to be so terribly gifted, born already in the Transcendent Mortal Realm, now just a hundred years, has stepped into the False God Realm.

To know that other people spend their lives are not necessarily touch the threshold of the false god realm, cultivators live a long time, a hundred years, is not long, at this moment the purple moon immortal - kun is still young, great success.

Rumors are rumors after all, but it must be said that the Purple Moon Immortal-kun is favored by the big shots of the Holy City, and although she has not joined any sect, she is allowed to go to various sects to observe and learn, and her strength is soaring.

Its own has been very legendary, as his disciples, that the clouds on the people, naturally, is also a little proud, so open, justifiable.

Knowing the origin of the Purple Moon Immortal-kun, Ye Xuan rubbed his chin, it seems that this holy city of genius is also a lot, think this is the last giant city of the human race, must hide the dragon crouching tiger, low profile better.

Although Ye Xuan is only the Heavenly Gate realm, but his path is different, the strength can not be the realm to discuss, really want to fight to the death, he and the wilderness is indistinguishable.

When he was thinking, suddenly in the air, a sword light streaked through, attacking the clouds.

"How dare you! "On the clouds, someone said angrily.

Immediately after the air purple gas appeared, and the sword light collided together, the world shook.

"Does the Holy City allow fighting?" Ye Xuan looked curiously at the battle in the air.

"Ordinary people are naturally not allowed, but the owner of that sword light is a disciple of the white-clothed Sword God. "That cultivator explained.

Another new name, Ye Xuan naturally asked, "Who is the White Sword God?"

Soon, he knew the answer.

The white-clothed sword god from the forbidden land, is a terrifying genius, cultivation is also false god realm, for the control of the sword dao, has reached an incredible realm, and he and the purple moon immortal - kun has always been at odds, at the moment the two sides of the disciples fighting together, can also understand.

Ye Xuan know the forbidden land, but very shameful, because the year of the defeat of the human race, some cowardly human strong people rushed to flee to the west, with the passage of the great power to open up an isolated space, want to escape the disaster.

It is also because of a group of the most powerful people left, the human capital only lasted three days, instantly broken, and that group of the most powerful people who ran away long ago, is now the people in the western forbidden land.

Ye Xuan no good feeling about the forbidden land, but to these immortals, God to call themselves human genius some interest, generally to this name out of the world, no little ability, even their own name can not suppress, but also easy to suffer the heavenly repercussions.

The battle in the air did not last long, the two sides only point to the end, but the disciples of the Purple Moon Immortal -kun is no longer in the air, the scene of the purple qi east also instantly dissipated.

Ye Xuan and Arai watched for a while, and then went towards the holy city in the air.

The Holy City is very big, as a giant city, its area is vast, there are countless people living, and most of them are cultivators, ordinary people can hardly survive in it.

Walking in the streets of the Holy City, the bustling streets are crowded with people, all kinds of cultivators, some in a hurry, some at ease, countless images unfold in Ye Xuan's eyes.

The splendid sunlight shines on the exquisite and magnificent buildings around, the abrupt and horizontal flying eaves, the walls revealing the ancient atmosphere, the prosperity of this street is set off to the fullest, countless hawking sounds fill it, people come and go, the flow is endless.

For this scene, the wasteland indifferent, Ye Xuan but full of amazement, in the mountains and forests for a long time, to this prosperous megalopolis, there is indeed a full sense of freshness.

Through the streets, and then go inside, you can some huge buildings, more prosperous, and the most inside, slowly see but the mountains hidden in it.

The towering mountains, covered with immortal energy, clouds and fog, far away, mind-blowing.

On each mountain peak, there is a sect, and this time the selection meeting of the Holy City is in the middle of the mountains.

"Have you heard, the big man of the Holy City opened the Holy Land, allowing those geniuses to cultivate~." On the road, a cultivator said, and it reached Ye Xuan's ears.

"So what? It's all reserved for those geniuses, it has nothing to do with us. " responded the companion.

And Ye Xuan, who heard these words, looked to the desert next to him and said, "Go to the holy land and see?"

But Arai shook his head no: "I want to walk alone.

Ye Xuan did not insist any longer and caught up with the cultivator who had spoken before and asked, "This fellow Daoist, may I ask where the Holy Land is?"

The cultivator who was called out was flabbergasted and looked at Ye Xuan, but when he saw that he had an extraordinary bearing, he didn't get angry and said patiently, "It's on the north side of the mountain."

"Thanks a lot!" Ye Xuan had a smile on his face.

The monk touched his head: "The selection meeting is about to start, I guess that person is the central over, do not know what to go to the Holy Land."

"What do you care, let's go and drink." A companion pulled him away.

Through the streets, Ye Xuan came to the mountains, towards the north, and soon found many cultivators gathered in one place, and one is very young, the realm is not low.

Ye Xuan walked through the crowd and finally saw what they were watching.

That is a stone tablet, the top of the stone tablet, written "young strong list" a few big words, strong, the person who wrote, very extraordinary.

And under the list, the first five have no name, and then below, with gold text, written a name, previously heard of the purple moon immortal-kun and white-clothed sword god did not appear in it.

Obviously, these two people should be ranked in the first five a line, but the first five should be indistinguishable from each other, can not be divided, naturally did not fill up only.

"You guys say, who will be at the top of the list? " a cultivator asked, all present were geniuses, and their attention naturally fell on the first place on the list.

"I think it's the Purple Moon Immortal-kun, his magic is very powerful, especially Lin (had Zhao) combined several ancient sects of magic, will certainly be famous." A monk said, he seems to be a worshipper of the Purple Moon Immortal-kun, when he spoke, his eyes were shining.

"I think the white-clothed Sword God is stronger than him, not weaker, that through-the-sky sword technique, but I have seen, can cut heaven and earth!" Some cultivators do not agree.

"I saw with my own eyes that he had easily killed a peak King realm powerhouse in the battlefield. "Some players questioned differently.

"You do not know Xia Qingxian this fierce person" it is said that she is now in the front line already do not know how many foreigners killed, the results of the battle, countless called the king realm died under her." Someone discontent said.

Once again, Ye Xuan heard a familiar name, Ye Xuan has interest, it seems that Xia Qingxian in the younger generation is also very strong.

The crowd is constantly arguing about the ownership of the first, but it is undeniable that they mentioned these people, each and every one of them is amazing, are demonic geniuses, the strength of the sky.

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