Chapter 33 [Can you win? You will win! ] (Update first, please give me a monthly ticket!) Once the news came out, it was like an eight-magnitude earthquake, shocking the entire alien world, and like a storm, sweeping across the world. The chairman of the Yiren Group, who is worth 300 billion, took a private jet; the immortal who loves to watch the fun took the high-speed train out of Shanhaiguan; the ascetic monk who practiced asceticism wiped the dust off his face and walked barefoot towards Jiangxi; the famous head of a Taoist sect with a Taoist style was picked up and dropped off by a special car for his disciples. Countless extraordinary people, from home and abroad, with and without sects... at this moment they all marched towards Longhu Mountain. A wandering man from the Jianghu, who was aware of the eight great skills and the position of Heavenly Master and had no intention of joining in the fun, could not help but set off to take a look at the legendary battle between immortals. The flags of ten thousand chariots are divided in half, and the wind and rain from all directions gather together with dragons and tigers "Gua, such a duel between masters is worth the money even if I die!" "Awesome! There are only a few people in the world who can fight against the old Heavenly Master!" "This battle was worth it, Kouya!" …… At the foot of Mount Longhu, people from all walks of life gathered together, and all forces converged. Everyone was talking, and the crowds were bustling, turning into a noisy ocean.
The company had to send personnel to maintain public order in Longhu Mountain. Some people are seeking revenge and making trouble, some are chatting and laughing, some are seeking pleasure, and some are feeling heavy-hearted. People do not share the same sorrows and joys, and sometimes you just think they are noisy. But, no matter what time it is, there is never a shortage of people who enjoy themselves. Xiao Xiao, a strange man from Deyun Society, sat in front of the mountain gate, as imposing as Mount Tai. There was no one in front of him, only a table, a chair, a fan, and a ruler. The clapping of the wake-up stick attracted attention from all directions. "Everyone!" "We traditional people focus on four subjects: cheating, deceiving, bah, talking, learning, teasing, singing..." "This foreign alien is no exception. Look, that old man is the headmaster of Hogwarts School, Old Dumbledore. He dances with his wands vigorously and rides a broom all the way here. People call him Old Bee." "Look at that magic wand. It has been made of purple bamboo for thirty years. It looks so beautiful. Just wave it casually. Guess what? It will destroy your thing!" "Old Dumbledore is no ordinary man. His academy is top-notch, and there are many outstanding people under his seat, including the Gryffindor Military Warfare Academy, the Hufflepuff Transportation and Logistics Academy, the Ravenclaw Electronic Information Academy, and the Slytherin Political Affairs Academy..." At the foot of Mount Longhu, heroes stood up and took turns to perform, but on Mount Longhu, everything was silent. The leaders of various sects guarded the main traffic routes and secret places to prevent outsiders from trespassing. Different from the previous Luotian Grand Ceremony, now not all the extraordinary people in the world come here, but they have at least reached the eighth or ninth level. The Longhu Mountain is like a boiling oil pan, if there is even the slightest spark, the whole thing will explode. "Ugh……" In the past few days, the old Heavenly Master Zhang Zhiwei frowned and sighed for who knows how many times. He looked back at Lu Jin beside him and shook his head and said, "You are already over a hundred years old, why are you still fighting and killing? There are always people better than you, and there are always heavens better than heavens. How can a mortal like me defeat an immortal?" "Brother Lu, can you please tell that Immortal Master Shenqiao that I, Tiantong Daoist, admit defeat and cancel this competition whose outcome is certain?" "Old Heavenly Master." Lu Jin looked solemn and said in a deep voice, "You don't care about false reputation. How can a master like the Immortal Shenqiao care about being the best in the world?" "Xiang Zhuang's sword dance is aimed at Pei Gong, while the drunkard's intention is not to drink." "That person is probably only one step away from the legendary realm. He came here for immortality." "Eternal life?" Old Heavenly Master Zhang Zhiwei's brows deepened, and he sighed: "It's all because of the desire to become an immortal."
"Brother, what you said is wrong. What's wrong with a cultivator seeking immortality?" Tian Jinzhong, who was missing all four limbs, sat in a wheelchair and was pushed over by Xiao Yuzi. He retorted: "What's wrong with being an immortal? It's just that people's hearts are messing with it." "A leaf can block your view of the mountain." The old Taoist priest shook his head and said meaningfully, "Someone else cares about things that Master Lin and I don't care about. I'm afraid someone will take advantage of the situation to rob us." "No matter how great the reputation of being the best in the world is, it is not greater than the foundation of Longhu Mountain." "Old Heavenly Master, are you talking about Quan Xing?" Lu Jin narrowed his eyes, revealing a hint of murderous intent, and said mercilessly: "As long as they dare to come, I, Lu Jin, will kill them one by one." "I heard that Quanxing has a new acting leader. Haha, Quanxing leader, please don't let me find him, or I will tear him into pieces and scatter his bones to ashes!" Xiao Yuzi, the Taoist boy who was pushing Tian Jinzhong, felt a tremor in his heart. He lowered his head even more and stood respectfully in the corner. "Quan Xing is nothing to be afraid of. They failed to accomplish anything decades ago, and they can't accomplish anything now." "Even if it succeeds, it's the company's consideration, and they should be the most anxious." Tian Jinzhong thought about the problem from another angle, narrowed his eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "Brother, I only have one question for you now." "Can you win?" "Let's go ahead. I'm going to fight an immortal. Is this true?" Even though the old Taoist priest had practiced for a hundred years, his heart sank at this moment. Lin Xian's performance had already been broadcast to the entire world of extraordinary people through video. Although the old Taoist priest no longer cares about worldly affairs, he has watched these videos and drawn a conclusion from them: this is not an earthly method. No matter how powerful he is, he is just a mortal after all. How can he fight against an immortal? It’s not a question of winning or not, but how badly you lose. "There are no enemies in the world, but there are enemies from the sky." Lu Jin also sighed, patted Zhang Zhiwei on the shoulder, and asked, "Old Heavenly Master, are you sure?" Under the expectant gaze of his junior fellow apprentice and encouraged by his best friend, Zhang Zhiwei nodded despite being unsure and said in a deep voice, "We will win." Ordinary means are no longer meaningful at this moment. If a mortal fights an immortal, he is guaranteed to die. Use magic to defeat magic, and use fairies to defeat fairies! The only thing on the huge Longhu Mountain that can be related to immortals is the thunder magic passed down by Zhang Daoling, the legendary ancestor of heaven who ascended to heaven. The Five Thunders Law, the magnificent power of heaven! No matter in which world, thunder tribulation symbolizes the majesty of heaven and possesses incredible power. "Old Lu, Junior Brother Tian, I will be in seclusion for three days and will not see any outsiders." Zhang Zhiwei took a deep breath and made up his mind. The Heavenly Master went into seclusion to practice meditation and prepare for the final battle, in order to have a glimmer of hope. However, even Tian Jinzhong did not know that Zhang Zhiwei’s retreat location was not in his own quiet room. The old Heavenly Master Zhang Zhiwei went alone to the Ancestral Hall in the back mountain, and sat in meditation for three days and three nights facing the tablets of the Heavenly Masters of Longhu Mountain from all generations. three days later. The smoke of incense is faint, rising straight up to the blue sky. In the Patriarch Hall, there are tablets of ancestors from the 64th Heavenly Master Zhang Jingqing to the 2nd Heavenly Master Zhang Heng, enjoying incense and offerings, but the most important tablet of the Heavenly Master Zhang Daoling is missing.
"The Dao is learned from the heart, and the heart is passed on through incense. The incense swallow and jade furnace, the heart is in front of the emperor. The true spirit is looking down, and the immortal flag is in front of the pavilion. Let the minister report, and it will reach the nine heavens directly." Zhang Zhiwei held three sticks of incense, bowed to the ancestors, and said devoutly: "To fight against immortals with a mortal body is to seek death. Now we should thank the ancestors for leaving good things for us, the unworthy descendants." "I hope this battle can preserve some dignity for Longhu Mountain." With fluttering sleeves and steps on the Tiangang, purple lightning and green thunder appear, the Heavenly Master comes out! (End of this chapter)