The mood of the crowd seems to be contagious.

At first, only the residents in the southwest corner of Bianjing City inadvertently looked up and noticed the immortal walking with a sword in the sky.

Soon, strong noises and disbelieving exclamations spread outward in waves.

"Is there such a thing as an immortal!?"

On the ground, countless pairs of excited and excited eyes were staring at the tiny figure in the sky, unconscious hooting sounds coming from their mouths, and saliva flowing out without even realizing it.

"He...why won't he fall?"

A woman grabbed her stupid son and scolded her angrily: "That's an immortal. How could he fall down? It's said in books that immortals can ride the wind."

"But this immortal stepped on the sword. I guess the sword held him up, but why didn't the sword fall?"

The kid with the horns sniffed and squinted his eyes to try to see the immortal's appearance clearly, but he could only vaguely make out the silhouette of a human standing on a flying sword.

In about ten minutes, half of Bianliang City was shaken up and down.

Standing, sitting, lying down, anyone who is still breathing.

Whether they are officials, traders, soldiers, idlers, children, women and children... they all know that an immortal has come to earth from heaven!

This is the first time since the beginning of the world, a major event that has never been heard of before!

I always hear people talking about someone in this book becoming an immortal, riding the wind and living forever, but who has ever seen it happen?

Nowadays, there is a real person standing in Bianjing City who can fly!

Regardless of whether he is a ghost, a god, an immortal or a demon, the one who can fly is definitely not a mortal. I won’t go into too many details, but let’s pay tribute first and worship him sincerely!

What if the immortal is in a good mood and bestows immortality?

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Zhang Yuqing stood up out of thin air. Before he could get excited about his breakthrough to the middle stage of Qi refining, he saw that all the mortals in the city who saw him instantly entered a state of 'stiffness'.

Afterwards, countless people shouted and ran around telling each other, pulling all relatives, friends and neighbors outside the house without saying a word and kowtowing crazily!

'Why are you so excited? You have never seen a practitioner?'

As soon as this idea emerged, Zhang Yuqing reacted instantly.

'By the way, I seemed to have used a golden finger to travel to the high altitude in an instant, and then a huge spiritual energy entered my body. The barrier that had been holding me back for a long time finally broke through. Maybe... this is no longer the world of immortality?'

Zhang Yuqing tried to call out to the dim golden light group in his sea of ​​consciousness, but there was no response at all.

'Do I have to explore on my own?'

He nodded and waited in the air for a full ten minutes.

According to common sense in the world of immortality, if there is a cultivator stationed in this city, he should have been aware of his arrival and would have received him accordingly.

However, the passage of time has caused more and more people to notice this 'immortal' in the sky and be shocked at the level of their worldview. No one from the same profession has come to talk to him with a sword.

The number of mortals as small as ants gathered on the ground was increasing.

The practitioner's good eyesight is enough to allow these people to be seen clearly in Zhang Yuqing's eyes despite such a long distance. Looking around, some people clasped their hands and knelt down, some had already laid out tributes, some wanted to steal others and carry them with them, and some took advantage of the chaos.

People cried hoarsely and cried bitterly, not knowing what they were begging for.

There are also many wealthy families who are quick to speculate when they see the wind. The tribute table and incense altar have already been arranged. In a hurry, they grabbed a wild Taoist priest from nowhere and danced with a wooden sword to pray for the immortal's response.

"What a... chaos."

Zhang Yuqing sighed and confirmed that there were no practitioners here.

The spiritual energy in the air is far thinner than that in Hongyuanfang City, almost reaching the level of 'none'. Obviously there is no large spiritual vein nearby.

'So what is the function of my golden finger? The art of escaping thousands of miles? But where does that sudden huge aura come from?'

"That's all. Since Goldfinger doesn't respond, I'll find a place to settle down first before talking about anything else."

Zhang Yuqing made up his mind, and the sword light dragged a long trajectory towards the top of a mountain not far outside the city.

After practicing for several years, he was used to living in caves. Moreover, the attitude of the mortals in this city towards immortal cultivators was a bit excessive. Zhang Yuqing did not want to mix with them and planned to dig a cave by himself, or take a short rest and leave.

The most urgent task is to find like-minded people to better understand the current situation.

"Fortunately, you can use Qi Control in the middle stage of Qi refining. Using Qi to control the sword can not only allow you to fly for a short period of time, but it can also be used to control flying swords to chop and chisel. It really deserves the reputation of Xiao Fei Swordsmanship!"

In the middle stage of Qi refining, the mana can be released to a distance of twenty or thirty feet, which is far from the one-foot-long period when the mana in the first three levels is not sufficient.

This is why the Li family only recruits talents with three spiritual roots who can stably break through to the middle stage of Qi refining. It is precisely because only those in the middle stage of Qi refining can fight with swords, and killing people in the early stage of Qi refining is as fast as mowing grass.

Although he could have just left, the city of Bianjing exploded.

Countless people beat their chests and feel regret for missing out on their destiny.

In the Imperial City, several fast horses rushed from outside the Xihua Gate. If the sergeants of the Imperial City Division hadn't looked conspicuously wearing the official robes of Si Tianjianzheng, they might have been tempted to shoot arrows.

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"Open the city gate quickly, I have something important to do to see Your Majesty!" Yang Weide was a civil servant and was not used to riding a horse. However, the situation was urgent and now was not the time to waste time.

He had just gone to court not long ago, but unexpectedly, on his way home, he heard a servant report that there was a strange person hanging in the sky, and he was immediately startled.

When he raised his head and looked up, he saw the immortal in green robe standing motionless like a visitor from outside.

Yang Weide's reason was instantly defeated, he made weird noises from his mouth, covered his heart, his eyes turned red, and almost fell off the official sedan.

"Hurry, go back to the palace!!"

In an instant, the images of the 'guest star' Sunshine and the appearance of immortals a few days ago were entangled together. Yang Weide couldn't control himself and just kept repeating "Good luck, good luck."

Song Renzong and Zhao Zhen have not yet received the title of "Renzong". After all, he is not dead yet, but his reputation for caring for his subordinates, loving the people, being benevolent and filial by nature, and being generous and kind to others has long been deeply imprinted in the minds of every minister.

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Yang Weide had already heard the rumors that the beloved emperor was not in good health recently.

'Perhaps this immortal came to this world just for your majesty!'

Having made up his mind, Yang Weide met this magnanimous official in Wende Palace.

"Yang Qing!"

Zhao Zhen was sitting on the dragon chair with an excited look on his face. When he saw Yang Weide walking into the hall, he immediately shouted.

"I have something important to ask you!"

"Your Majesty, this is a good omen!" Yang Weide gritted his teeth, raised his head and shouted: "Seeing the immortal in the daytime, I respectfully wish your majesty a long life and endless blessings!"

Zhao Zhen also saw the stunning appearance of the immortal on the way to the Academy after the morning dynasty.

Immediately, he felt blood rushing up all over his body, and his heart was in severe angina. Thanks to the imperial doctor who had been staying with him for the past few days and took the secret medicine for him, he did not fall ill on the spot.

Just a moment after he was freed from hell, he ignored the dissuasion of the people around him and said from his throat: "Call Si Tianjian quickly!"

It can be said that the two went in both directions and finally met each other in just ten minutes.

At this moment, they didn't know that the swordsman who touched the hearts and minds of millions of people had drifted away.

"Okay, okay, okay!!" Zhao Zhen laughed loudly, letting the imperial doctor on the side with a bitter look on his face hesitate to dissuade him, and stood up excitedly: "I, I want to meet the immortal, hurry up, hurry up.

After the regulations are published, how can I offer sacrifices to heaven, make sacrifices, and tell the immortals about my passionate heart?"

"This matter still needs the Ministry of Rites..." Yang Weide instantly entered the state. The emperor wanted to see the angel. Such a normal thing showed that he was doing a good job as the Tianjian. God took pity on the emperor's health and sent a special angel to come down to earth.

However, the etiquette for meeting angels needs to be prepared by the Ministry of Ceremonies, and you only need to provide assistance.

"Report! Your Majesty... Your Majesty!"

Unexpectedly, a chamberlain hurried into the palace and exclaimed: "Shangxian, he, he, he, he is gone!"

"What?"

Everyone in the palace stared in shock, even the accompanying maids, eunuchs, and imperial doctors cast surprised glances.

Yang Weide was the first to bear the brunt. His energy and blood surged. He did not care about the etiquette of monarchs and ministers. He walked out of the palace in a few steps. As expected, he saw the sky was clear. Where did the sword-wielding flying immortal come from?

"Yang Qing, what's wrong?" Zhao Zhen's tone was full of expectation.

"Your Majesty, don't panic. Mortals can't see the true immortals. The immortals have not left, but after the daytime manifestation, they temporarily hide from people. As long as we are sincere, we will be able to reach heaven and see the beauty!"

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Zhao Zhen listened to Yang Weide's evasive words and still didn't understand that the real immortal was missing. He waved his hands repeatedly and said: "Quick, find the whereabouts of the immortal!"

After saying that, he felt his heart angina again, his vision went dark, and he fell into a drowsy state.

"His Majesty!!"
Chapter completed!