Invincible Immortal Emperor Reborn In City

0Tang Loong looked like he was in his thirties, but because he had been exposed to the sun too much, his skin had turned darker and rough, making him look old.    0

    

In fact, he was only in his early twenties, and he was still very young.    

    

There were nearly ten people in Hua Xia who had become Grandmaster and Foundation Stage Spiritual Masters at the same age. All of them were dragons and phoenixes among men.    

    

Although these people were talented and powerful, they were currently in a peaceful era. Their sect was worried that they would cause trouble if they went out, so they restrained their movements at the same time.    

    

Of course, on the other hand, they were also protecting them. They didn't want them to be exposed prematurely and attract disaster.    

    

Therefore, other than a few well-informed people, such as the upper echelons of the forces, the outside world, and most of the Cultivator, none of them knew about these people's existence.    

    

But a few days ago, Chen Feng appeared out of nowhere and defeated the famous Knight Head of the Shrine, Blood Lion, with a single punch. From that, he became famous in one battle, and his name became known as the young man of Huaxia, Grandmaster. Hua Lily shocked countless Cultivator and mutants in and out of the country.    

    

How could those geniuses, who had been suppressed by their sect for a long time and had been itching to make a move, sit still?    

    

Geniuses were all proud. Even if they looked humble on the surface, they would still feel proud in their hearts.    

    

Under the youthful vigor, they would have the desire to become famous both in and out of the world. They would prove their strength and show their absolute talent to the world.    

    

Even if the sect continued to suppress them, there would be a day where they could not suppress them.    

    

After all, chicks would always grow up and spread their wings to fly.    

    

Chen Feng was the first, but he would not be the last.    

    

In the Shu Mountain Sword Pavilion, a young man wearing white clothes with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes was kneeling in front of a white-haired old man. In front of him was a black ancient sword.    

    

"Master, it's time for my sword to be unsheathed." He lowered his head slightly and said respectfully to the elder.    

    

The old man nodded lightly and said, "Go, do not ruin the reputation of our Sword Pavilion."    

    

This young man was Ling Fei.    

    

Ling Fei carried his sword and stood up, then he asked, "Master, can Tang Loong be killed?"    

    

The Sword Pavilion was in the same place as the Tang Sect, and they had a good relationship.    

    

The Tang Sect had suffered a great loss more than twenty years ago, but it didn't affect their relationship at all.    

    

Now that Tang Loong had come to Hua Xia, as Tang Qianjue's direct disciple and foster son, he was undoubtedly the Tang Sect's mortal enemy.    

    

"There's no need to ask me." The old man closed his eyes.    

    

"If you think you can be killed, then so be it."    

    

"If you think you can't kill him, then don't kill him"    

    

Ling Fei cupped his fists and said, "Yes, disciple understands. Master, I don't know when I will return. Take care."    

    

The old man nodded slightly.    

    

Ling Fei respectfully withdrew, turned around and left.    

    

The old man opened his eyes and looked at the empty Sword Pavilion. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh.    

    

Although Ling Fei was his disciple, he was like a son to him. He must not let anything happen to him.    

    

Ling Fei was the first one to be born in many ancient and powerful inheritances.    

    

Because he promised his childhood friend that he would kill Tang Loong!    

    

After learning that he was born, the geniuses of the other inheritances couldn't hold themselves back anymore.    

    

These proud children of heaven had long heard of each other, but because of the restrictions of their sects, they had never met.    

    

Now, Ling Fei was the first one to walk out of his sect.    

    

The others would naturally appear one after another to display their might.    

    

Not long after, at the back mountain of Wudang, a young Daoist carrying a small bag on his back walked out while smiling and waving at the small thatched cottage behind him.    

    

"Great Master, I'm leaving. Wait for me to bring you a pack of cigarettes when I come back."    

    

"Go early and return early, Little Qing Zi. Pay attention to your safety."    

    

An extremely aged voice sounded from within the little thatched cottage, but it was extremely benevolent.    

    

"I will, I will. You can rest assured."    

    

The little Daoist waved his hand and disappeared into the forest.