Immortal emperor reborn mixed city

"Come on, you are such a handsome young man, but you have to dress yourself up like a sophisticated person."

At this moment, a woman with bare feet descended, her slender and white thighs clearly revealed, but her eyes were evil.

This woman has a perfect figure. She looks like she is only in her twenties, but she is actually in her forties or fifties. She is just well-maintained.

When the man with the feather fan and silk scarf saw the woman, he couldn't help but stop singing, frowned and said, "Taoist nun, please respect yourself."

"Respect yourself. You are a big man. What have I done to you? You want me to respect myself."

She is a Taoist nun, but she is very dissolute. She does not look like a Taoist nun at all in her clothes, but looks like a bohemian woman.

The man with a feather-shaped turban shook his head. He knew that arguing with him was just asking for trouble, so it was better not to say anything.

"With a broken fan and a cuckold, I think you are a typical Mr. Wang next door."

The Taoist nun also kept talking, saying that when a woman is energetic, she is like a torrential river.

The old Taoist on the side held back his displeasure and interjected at this moment: "Come on, what do you two have to argue about? The emperor's tomb is the top priority."

The old Taoist words made the two of them wake up. Yes, they came here just for the Tomb of the Emperor.

"Huh, I won't quarrel with you anymore."

The Taoist nun stepped on the cobblestones and headed towards the entrance of the cave. Unexpectedly, she knew the secret here.

The old Taoist and the man with the feather-shaped turban were walking together. At this moment, he couldn't help but ask: "Why didn't the masked old Taoist come?"

"He went to Asanyang, and something happened there."

The old Taoist nodded and didn't ask any more questions, knowing that he couldn't get a clear answer.

"I'm afraid we are just here to join in the fun this time."

The old Taoist shook his head, quite depressed.

"Why does Master Bai Hu feel this way?"

"I am nothing more than a hermit who is a casual cultivator, wandering alone in the world. How can I compare with those sects and ancient families in the martial arts world."

The man with the feather-shaped turban couldn't help but frowned. This was indeed a problem, and it was also a fact.

There are many sects in the martial arts world, and they are divided into upper, middle and lower levels. Not to mention the upper and middle sects, even the lower ones are incomparable, not to mention there are many powerful families.

"I hope they don't know about this emperor's tomb."

"We all know that, how could they not know if they have such a wide range of eyes?" Old Taoist Bai Hu shook his head, not having any hope for this.

The man in the feather-shaped turban frowned even more, and couldn't help but said coldly: "Then go in quickly, take the treasure and leave."

"I also have this plan, but I think we hermits who are casual cultivators should unite to fight against the sects in the martial arts world."

"How do we unite when we are scattered?"

The man in the feather-shaped turban spread his hands and said helplessly.

"It's a piece of loose sand, but it will be different when everyone knows that there is no competition for the things in this emperor's tomb."

The man with a feather-shaped turban thought for a long time and finally nodded.

"You can give it a try."

"Go in first."

The two walked as they talked, and followed the Taoist nun into the tomb of the emperor.

However, at this time, many black shadows fell in the sky, and groups of strong men followed them, arriving here one after another.

These are hermits who are casual cultivators. They usually pay no attention to worldly affairs and concentrate on their cultivation. They hide deep in the mountains or even in the underground world and are not known to outsiders.

The weakest of these hermits are comparable to those in the middle stage of Taoism. They are as strong as a pair. There are many late Taoists among them, and even those who have reached the stage of Taoism cannot be said to be without them.

In short, the Tomb of the Emperor attracted too many people this time. People from all over the world, five continents and four oceans came after hearing the news.

And when these monks entered the tomb of the emperor one after another, the scene suddenly became magnificent, with a huge crowd of people.

Of course, the people who came from afar didn't know the entrance to the Emperor's Tomb at all. They were still looking around and were very busy at the moment.

But just after the group of people fell down, something strange surged in the sky, and colorful auspicious clouds appeared, which made the locals kneel down and worship.

The colorful auspicious clouds indicate that everything will be safe in the future, which is what the locals want.

But these seven-colored auspicious clouds are not a natural phenomenon, but the arrival of a powerful person.

I saw a group of people floating down in the air, all of them were gorgeously dressed and had extraordinary bearings. I didn't expect that people from the Piaomiao Sect had arrived.

The leader was actually Wentian, the head of the Piaomiao Sect, and behind him were Wenxuan and Wende. This formation was truly terrifying.

Didn’t Wentian go to the East China Sea? Why did he appear here?

I saw a group of people descending and walking on the cobblestone river bed, Wentian looked indifferent.

"Master, how was your trip to the East China Sea?" Wenxuan couldn't help but ask.

"The fluctuations in the East China Sea are true, but there are no magical creatures or elixirs."

"Then if you say that, wouldn't it be a waste of time?"

Both Wenxuan and Wende looked disappointed. It was a waste of time.

"It's not a wasted trip. At least I went to check it out."

Wentian didn't pay much attention to this matter. The emperor's tomb was the top priority right now, because the legendary things inside were too precious and everyone in the world wanted them.

If it weren't for this thing, why would Wentian come in person and bring his two junior brothers with him.

"I haven't heard anything about that little bastard in a while!"

When asked about morality, he couldn't help but change the subject, and his face was full of cold words.

Of course Wentian knew the meaning of Wende's words, and his face turned cold.

He killed two elders of his Piao Miao Sect one after another, and two fatwa orders made his Piao Miao Sect lose face. Now everyone in the martial arts community is talking about this matter, and they are constantly making fun of the Piao Miao Sect.

"Don't worry, after the completion of the Emperor's Tomb, I will stop by Jiangbei."

The anger on Wentian's face dissipated, he already regarded Su Yan as a dead person, why should he be angry at a dead person.

"If the leader takes action, that kid will never be able to jump around."

Wende couldn't help but smile and no longer paid attention to this matter.

"Let's go, those casual hermits may have already gone in."

Wentian urged them to head towards the entrance of the cave. Of course they knew where the entrance was.

However, not long after they left, several more groups of people came to the entire riverbed, and they seemed to be powerful sects.

"I didn't expect that the Magic Light Sect would also come to join in the fun."

A skinny old man said with a smile.

The master of the Magic Light Sect said disdainfully: "You, the Evergreen Sect, can come, but we can't come?!"

The fat man on the side also said: "Yes, our Fat Boy Sect also wants to join in the fun."

"Hmph, do you really think this place is so easy to join in the fun? I don't know how you will die by then!"

The skinny old man's face became colder and colder, and his whole body was filled with an evil spirit.

"Your Changqing sect is just like a lower sect, so what's wrong with you!"

The fat man's roar shook the sky, causing turmoil in the surrounding area. This voice was too powerful.

"Okay, let's talk after we go in."