This sound came from extremely far away, reverberating in the sky, lingering endlessly.
The scar-faced man and Lu Ji froze for a moment when they heard this, but they didn't move.
While everyone was still in shock, they saw dark clouds tumbling high up in the sky. A silver light, like a comet dragging a long silver flame tail, swept over from afar.
Seeing this, Yun Ni's eyes flashed, but an indescribable feeling emerged in her heart.
Bai Fengyi was a little hesitant at first, then his eyes flashed, revealing a look of surprise.
Within the dark clouds, silver light spilled out, and a silver gourd of seventy or eighty feet in size emerged. It was covered with spirit patterns and overflowed with light. It looked extremely extraordinary.
A long red rope was wrapped around the waist of the gourd, with a lovesickness knot in the middle. The two ends of the rope hung down, fluttering in the wind.
A nearly fifty year old man, I, stood alone on the gourd, facing the wind. He wore a brand new moon-white Daoist robe that fluttered in the wind. He was full of spirit and bearing, looking somewhat similar to the man with the sword.
At that moment, if Han Li were present on the plaza, his jaw would've dropped to the ground in shock. The person standing on top of the silver gourd was none other than the intoxicated Daoist Huyan.
Today, Daoist Hu Yan I was the complete opposite of his sloppy appearance in the past. His gray hair was neatly combed, not a single strand out of place. He even used a brand new purple gold lotus crown to tie his hair up.
Beneath the lotus crown was a face that seemed to have experienced the vicissitudes of life. Under the contrast of his combed beard, his facial features appeared to be distinct. Especially his pair of sleepy eyes, which were bright and full of spirit at this moment, inadvertently revealed a trace of brilliance. It actually gave off an extraordinary aura that seemed to be proud of the world.
His Daoist robe was spotless, and there was a green jade belt around his waist. There was also a vermillion wine gourd hanging next to him. It had also been washed to the point where it looked brand new.
Lu Ji looked up at Daoist Hu Yan with a slightly cold look in his eyes. The long sword in his hand that had already been sheathed was pulled out a few inches with a clang, and a snow-white sword light was reflected.
"I know this person. He is one of the thirteen Golden Immortal Daoist Lords of the Fire Dragon Path. People call him Daoist Hu Yan. Why is he here?" The scar-faced man narrowed his eyes, then his expression changed slightly, and he stopped Lu Ji.
Daoist Hu Yan was obsessed with wine, alchemy, and puppetry. In his early years, he often left the sect to travel. Since then, he rarely left the Ancient Cloud Continent, so Lu Ji did not know him. However, as an elder of Shifang Tower, he knew the main figures of the major sects in the entire Northern Frost Celestial Realm, so he naturally recognized him at a glance.
However, it was not Daoist Hu Yan's identity that made him so vigilant.
For example, the thirteen Golden Immortal Daolords of the Torch Dragon Sect were recorded in the Decimo Pagoda. Aside from their origins, cultivation techniques, and cultivation bases, the Decimo Pagoda had also collected and organized detailed information on their temperament and preferences. However, he clearly remembered that although he had some information on Daoist Huyan's past and preferences, the combat strength evaluation recorded in the confidential investigation letter was only one simple word: 'Unknown.'
With Shifang Tower's powerful ability in information investigation, there were no more than ten people in the entire Northern Frost Celestial Realm who could give this evaluation, and this Daoist Hu Yan in front of him was one of them.
From this, it could be seen that this person was not an ordinary person.
Lu Ji glanced at him and said coldly, "If a Golden Immortal makes you retreat, your Shifang Tower's reputation can be taken down when you return."
"Fellow Daoist Lu Ji, don't be impatient. This person dared to appear alone, so I'm afraid he came prepared. Why don't we wait and see what happens first … If he's not willing to follow our advice, then the two of us will test this Daoist Hu Yan's strength today."
The scar-faced man transmitted his voice in a deep voice. At the same time, he told Lu Ji about Daoist Hu Yan's evaluation in Shifang Tower.
Lu Ji's expression did not change when he heard that. He looked noncommittal, but he did not immediately make a move.
Although the people of Shifang Tower on the square did not know the identity of this Daoist Hu Yan, who had suddenly appeared, they could tell that he should be on the side of the Sacred Puppet Sect. Sensing the powerful Golden Immortal aura that was released from his body, these people looked at each other and did not dare to act rashly.
After all, although it seemed that the Ten Direction Tower had the upper hand, the ones who really played a decisive role in the battle were the Golden Celestial Stage cultivators present. Now that both sides had two Golden Celestial Stage cultivators, the original situation had changed dramatically.
In fact, many people's eyes were flickering. They had already begun to plan to stop while they were ahead and escape.
In the middle of the square, Yun Ni, who had removed her Illusionary Mask and revealed her Crimson Fox Mask, looked up at Huyan I, whose clothes were fluttering in the wind. Her eyes were a little blurred.
After staring at him for a long time, she finally curved her eyebrows and revealed a gentle smile.
"You've finally come …"
She whispered to herself. Her tone was a little happy, but also a little resentful.
In her eyes, the appearance of Daoist Hu Yan on the silver gourd was gradually becoming blurry. It began to overlap with another figure in her memory. That was Daoist Hu Yan when he was young.
At that time, Hu Yan had a handsome appearance with a jade-like face and red lips. The lotus crown on his head was always neatly fastened, and the white Daoist robe on his body was always neat and flawless. He looked capable and clean, and had an extraordinary aura.
At that time, he had not indulged in drinking yet. There was a silver gourd hanging on one side of his waist, and a red longsword hanging on the other side. Although he was a Daoist, he had a romantic aura, but he looked more like a Sword Immortal.
Later on, a red wine gourd appeared on his waist, and the red longsword was casually carried on his back. The original Sword Immortal had turned into a Wine Sword Immortal. His romantic aura didn't diminish at all, and it added a hint of valiance and freedom to him.
However, he was not good at relationships. Under the entanglement of the three people, Bai Fengyi chose to escape, and he also chose to escape. Only Yun Ni was left. She was still waiting and persisting in her heart.
She had waited for so many years.
No matter what, since he had come today, he would not escape anymore.
On the other side, Bai Fengyi took a deep look at the figure in the sky before he withdrew his gaze and looked at Yun Ni beside him. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile. All the entanglement in his heart had suddenly disappeared at this moment.
"Daoist Master Huyan, does your Fire Dragon Taoism really want to be the enemy of our Ten Direction Tower and intervene in this matter?" The scar-faced man took a step forward and asked Daoist Master Huyan in a clear voice.
"A bunch of sinister guys hiding in the dark. How dare you talk so big?
There's no need for the sect to intervene in dealing with you. I alone am enough, "Huyan I glanced at the scar-faced man with a disdainful gaze and said indifferently.
After he finished speaking, he took the wine gourd hanging on his waist and took a sip of wine. Then, he swept his gaze downward.
When his gaze fell on Bai Fengyi, he could not help but raise his eyebrows slightly. He muttered in a puzzled voice, "Why doesn't he seem to be as big as I remember …"
Although Yun Ni did not hear what he said, she could guess what he was referring to by the change in his expression. Her expression immediately darkened, and she snorted coldly.
When Bai Fengyi saw that her gaze fell on him, he turned his head away uncomfortably and avoided her gaze.
Bai Suyuan saw the slight changes in the expressions of these three people. With her astute mind, she had naturally figured out something by combining all the things that had happened before.
The heartless and cowardly person that her master and the Patriarch mentioned earlier was most likely this Elder Huyan.
"Elder Huyan is a little old, but he's much better looking than that dark and swarthy guy … Pfft, why do I have to compare myself with that guy!"
Bai Suyuan muttered in a low voice. Then, a hint of crimson flashed across her jade-like cheeks, and she spat softly.
"Were you the one who said that they can't leave just now?"
When Daoist Huyan put the wine gourd back on his waist, his gaze fell on Lu Ji again, and he asked with a slightly cold expression.
As he spoke, the huge silver gourd rapidly shrank and returned to its normal appearance. Then, it spun around and flew back into his hand.
"Hmph!
If you want to fight, then fight. Why are you talking nonsense! "Lu Ji's gaze turned cold, and he retorted without showing any weakness.
As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped into the air and faced off against Daoist Huyan, who was over 10,000 feet away from him.
"Hehe, there's no hurry. Don't you like to bully others with your numbers?
It just so happens that my beans haven't been sunned for a long time. If I don't take them out to see the sunlight, they'll grow moldy. "A strange expression flashed across Daoist Huyan's eyes. He waved his hand and said with a smile.
After saying this, he formed a hand seal with one hand and held the silver gourd with the other. His lips moved a few times.
The spirit patterns on the silver gourd brightly lit up, and a ball of blurry white light lit up at the mouth of the gourd. Black beans shaped like broad beans continuously flew out of the gourd like water from a silver kettle, and sprinkled onto the ground.
"Hualala!"
A series of sounds that sounded like falling rain continuously rang out. Half of the sky was covered by nearly a thousand black beans.
"Ding dong" sounds rang out from the periphery of the plaza. Every black bean that fell to the ground immediately shone with black light, and quickly expanded and changed shape. Within a ball of blurry light, they turned into huge black-clothed bean soldiers that were around three meters tall.
These black-clothed bean soldiers were much taller than ordinary people. They didn't have any armor on their bodies, and only their faces were covered with a black mask in the shape of half a flame. Each of them held a huge black axe in their hands, and they appeared to be very powerful.
Compared to the black-clothed bean soldiers of the scarred man, the black-clothed bean soldiers that Daoist Huyan had summoned were much fewer in number, but their auras were clearly much more powerful. Moreover, although their faces were exactly the same, the expression on the other half of the face that wasn't covered by the mask wasn't dull. Instead, it seemed to have some human-like changes in expression, and it seemed to be quite spiritual.
When the scarred man saw this, a trace of surprise flashed in the depths of his eyes, and he immediately thought of retreating.
His Dao Soldiers were clearly inferior to these black-clothed bean soldiers in terms of quality. Moreover, after the previous large-scale consumption, he had already lost a lot of them. His original advantage in numbers was almost completely gone. If they were to truly fight, the consequences could be imagined.