"Human Immortal, Human Immortal..."

The sound of bells echoed throughout the city, five dragons were walking among the crowds, five music played in unison, and all kinds of flags were flying in front of us.

Surrounded by eight thousand northwest forbidden troops, the king's chariot passed by slowly.

Inside and outside Daocheng, crowds of people surged, many imperial troops lined up on both sides, and the sound of mountains and tsunamis overwhelmed the sounds of rituals and music.

Having settled in the unified northwest for nearly ten years, Yang Yu's reputation in the northwest has far surpassed that of Zhang Xuanyi.

Even though kneeling down and worshiping are frowned upon on the Northwest Road, people kneeling down shouting thousand years old are still everywhere wherever they pass.

This is extremely expensive in this world.

The king was so angry that he shed blood and floated the oars. Not to mention this man, he was already the number one martial artist in the world.

only……

"Who is behind Li Chuang? I'm afraid it's not just the old witch. Her martial arts attainments are definitely not as high as that..."

Wu Longsheng had fears in his heart.

The secret book was not exhaustive, but its few words touched his mind.

Before Daoguo's four-step stopping ceremony, he was one of the few pure martial arts saints in the world, proficient in all kinds of martial arts, and naturally had his own understanding of the things in the book.

The person who wrote the book "The Foundation of Human Immortals" has far better martial arts attainments than himself, perhaps no less powerful than Zhang Xuanba.

but……

"Sneaky people hiding in the dark, even if they have good martial arts skills, how can they clear the way for us?"

Wulongsheng stopped at the entrance of an alley, where he saw the king's chariot moving slowly.

In front of the chariot, Wu Changbai held a halberd and rode on horseback to clear the way for the king's chariot. Among various flags, Yang Yu was wearing a crown and a long sword at his waist, sitting upright.

From the Qin Dynasty to the Ming Dynasty, various etiquettes had extremely complicated regulations, and clothing, crowns, and accessories had extremely strict requirements.

Compared to the king-proclaiming ceremonies he had seen before, this was already very shabby and frugal.

"Is his injury that serious?"

After taking a distant look, Wu Longsheng's heart sank.

Under the crown, the man's face was pale and bloodless, and he still looked like he was depleted of both energy and blood, and was about to die soon.

Having witnessed the battle in Dingyang City, how could he not know how powerful the man in front of him was, but with such an injury...

"The seal of sacrifice with three thousand years of skill in his body is still alive. This person is truly earth-shattering..."

Silently, there was another person beside Wu Longsheng.

With an iron complexion and a skinny figure, he is none other than Cheng Yiyuan, who is equally famous on the Jinxiu List.

"Those people have also contacted you."

Although he asked, his tone was firm. Wu Longsheng looked at Cheng Yiyuan, who, like him, was a pure martial arts saint.

If those people find me, they will definitely find Cheng Yiyuan.

"The six levels of foundation building are the foundation of immortality! Cheng almost agreed..."

Cheng Yiyuan sighed, with some waves in his voice.

It is not necessary to have ten capitals, there is a way to follow. After the Martial Saint, there is almost no one who can learn martial arts.

When he suddenly saw the book "The Foundation of Human Immortality", his heart palpitated. It was truly extraordinary that ordinary people could imagine.

"Why don't you agree?"

Wu Longsheng asked again.

He has known Cheng Yiyuan for many years, and he knows the temperament of his good friend. He is addicted to martial arts and is obsessed with martial arts. He went to Dingyang City uninvited.

Not only in Dingyang City, there are almost no strong men in the world who Cheng Yiyuan has not fought against.

Repeated defeats and battles...

"The wrong person."

Cheng Yiyuan looked calm:

"If the foundation of human immortality is left by Zhang Xuanba, then Cheng must fast, bathe, and meditate for seven days to welcome..."

"Unfortunately, it's not..."

Martial Saint is the ultimate limit of martial arts.

The path to immortality is the only feasible path for them.

If the foundation of human immortality is true, let alone today's Yang Yu, even if they have to fight against Lisheng's old mother again, the two of them will not be afraid and will not retreat.

It's a pity that they can't believe it.

If there is anyone from ancient times to the present who has dabbled in human immortality and can pave the way for martial arts, they only believe that it is Zhang Xuanba.

No one else, they, will believe it.

"However, if we don't agree, others may not. I met a few 'old friends' before...

No wonder they dare to have other thoughts, after all, this person's condition is really, really bad..."

Wu Longsheng sighed in his heart.

The battle in Dingyang City was such a shocking event that he still wakes up from his dreams at midnight to this day.

The person in front of me even reached the top in one battle, and there are faint signs of replacing Mu Qingliu as the number one person in the world.

And this will also usher in a fierce counterattack.

No one wants to see another King Zhao of Xifu in the world, especially this one who is only over thirty years old.

This means that if he survives this calamity of the Seal of Sacrifice, everyone will look up to him before and after the heaven changes.

This is unacceptable to some people.

More importantly, this person's injury has deteriorated to an extent that can be seen at a glance...

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight. The title of number one in the world is really too heavy..."

Looking at the royal chariots pouring out of the city gate, Cheng Yiyuan shook his head slightly:

"Cheng came here originally wanting to fight with this guy to prove his martial arts, but now... I hope he can get through it."

"If such a person is injured and humiliated at the hands of villains, then..."

Wu Longsheng shook his head slightly, said no more, and just let the crowds carry him out of the city gate.

Looking at his back, Cheng Yiyuan's eyes flickered and he stopped in front of an empty tea shop somewhere.

Not long after, an ordinary-looking young man also came here.

"Uncle Cheng, it's really you!"

The young man fell to his knees with a 'pop'.

"These days have been hard on you."

Looking at the kneeling young man, Cheng Yiyuan couldn't help but sigh:

"It's just that you shouldn't come back. You are the seed cultivated by Zhujian Villa. If you don't leave the Villa, they will definitely protect you, but once you come out...

I may not be able to protect you."

Among the nine kings of the Ming Dynasty, Zhang Xuanyi did not stand out among them. Among the kings of the northwest in the past dynasties, they were also of average quality.

But there is one thing about it that is the best among all the kings.

That is what he spent his whole life creating, thousands of descendants...

If there are many descendants, they will naturally be successful.

The young man kneeling in front of him is named Zhang Bai, a true disciple of Zhujian Villa. Because he possesses the Taoist Fruit, he is regarded as a ‘true seed’ for training.

For example, he is only forty this year, but he is already a master and is expected to be a martial saint.

"Everyone in the family and the souls of more than 30,000 people are here. How could Zhang Bai not come? How dare he not come?"

Zhang Bai sighed, but there was no sorrow, anger or sadness on his face. After ten years, no matter how many tears he shed, they have all been drained:

"Uncle Cheng, you..."

"What will happen if you come back?"

Cheng Yiyuan just shook his head:

"He is only injured, not dead. For a master like him, as long as he is still alive, you cannot spy on him..."

Having witnessed the battle of Dingyang City, he didn't know that the king of the northwest, even if he was not the best in the world, was definitely among the top five, or even the top three.

Faced with such a person, let alone his qualifications as a Martial Saint, what's the point of being a Martial Saint?

"Yeah, so what else..."

Zhang Bai was a little lost. After standing there for a long time, he kowtowed heavily:

"Uncle Cheng, I have to go on a dangerous journey, so I hope you can help me..."

Cheng Yiyuan raised his hand and interrupted him:

"Leave, I will escort you out of the city."

"Uncle Cheng, I can't leave. If I leave, I won't have any chance..."

Zhang Bai gritted his teeth:

"After it's done, I..."
To be continued...