Huang Changyu narrowed his eyes and looked at the other person. He had naturally heard of the name Xiao Jingheng.
This person, like himself, is one of the Sons of Saints in the Northern Immortal Territory, and his strength is quite impressive, comparable to ordinary Sons of God figures in the holy lands of all places.
It can be said that among all the gods, he and Xiao Jingheng are the top geniuses!
I didn't expect that the other party would actually come here today. Yesterday, I was the first one to get there. Today, no matter what, I have to be the first to cross the other side bridge.
Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing to fail twice.
"It's interesting. Both of them are here today. It seems that we can't grab the spot from them. It's better to watch the show quietly."
"As long as you have some self-awareness, I'm afraid you won't go to the Bi'an Bridge today. It seems that today, there are only two people, Huang Changyu and Xiao Jingheng."
Everyone was talking a lot, with a look of interest on their faces, and they stepped back a little, no longer thinking of challenging the other side of the bridge.
Mo Wangchen frowned slightly amid the discussion among the people in the audience.
"Are these two very powerful?"
He was puzzled, but judging from the reactions of everyone around him, Huang Changyu and Xiao Jingheng were obviously quite famous.
But all this seems to have nothing to do with him. The first thing now is to be the first to pass the Bianqiao and obtain the qualifications to join the Taoist Immortal Sect.
Mo Wangchen didn't think much, and then squeezed out of the crowd and walked towards the Bi'an Bridge not far ahead.
"Um?"
When I saw him arriving in front of the Biangan Bridge, I almost didn't need to remind him, everyone's eyes were attracted.
"Who is this person?"
"I don't know where this yellow-haired boy came from. He can't see the situation clearly. Does he think he can compete with Huang Changyu and Xiao Jingheng for a spot?"
Many people laughed, with expressions on their faces as if they were watching a good show, and their eyes fell on Mo Wangchen.
"Brother, I think it's better to forget it. Instead of wasting your energy here, it's better to save some experience and come back tomorrow."
Someone looked at Mo Wangchen and tried to persuade him with a smile.
"Why?" Mo Wangchen looked at it and asked in confusion.
Hearing what he said, many people shook their heads and laughed secretly. He was indeed a yellow-haired boy and could not clearly see the situation.
"snort!"
At this moment, Huang Changyu, who was wearing a black shirt, snorted coldly, and then he walked towards the other side bridge.
While moving, his eyes fell on Mo Wangchen, with a hint of disdain.
The momentum of the ninth level of the Saint Realm suddenly exploded, and the terrifying pressure was like a huge mountain, suppressing Mo Wangchen. This was a warning to Mo Wangchen.
Huang Changyu's meaning is very obvious. Today, this bridge is the stage for himself and Xiao Jingheng, and Mo Wangchen, an unknown guy, cannot be allowed to steal the limelight here.
Feeling the pressure from the opponent, Mo Wangchen narrowed his eyes slightly. Although this pressure was powerful, it had no impact on him at all.
"snort!"
Mo Wangchen snorted coldly, and released his holy level perception, instantly defeating Huang Changyu's mountain-like pressure.
His perception was like a vast ocean, with an endless stream, which instantly enveloped the entire place with an inexplicable depressing atmosphere. The next moment, it was pressed against Huang Changyu.
"puff!"
But under the gaze of everyone in the room, Huang Changyu coughed up blood, his face instantly turned pale, and he staggered back a few steps, barely able to stand still.
"How is that possible?"
He looked at Mo Wangchen with a look of astonishment and fear. At that moment, he felt a powerful sense of oppression coming over him, as if it was about to destroy his spiritual mind.
"What's going on?"
Everyone frowned, not knowing what happened, because the perception Mo Wangchen released just now was only directed at Huang Changyu, and no one else felt anything.
"Oh my God, just one look can make Huang Changyu vomit blood?"
"Who is this person? I didn't see him releasing his momentum just now. What's going on?"
"Is it some newly born evil genius?"
Everyone had surprise on their faces and looked at Mo Wangchen with fear. Although they didn't quite understand what happened, it seemed that this young man who was completely ignored by them was probably not an ordinary person.
generation.
"If there is a next time, it won't be as simple as vomiting blood."
Amid the discussion among everyone in the audience, Mo Wangchen looked at Huang Changyu with a faint look and his voice was slightly cold.
Hearing these words, Huang Changyu gritted his teeth, but did not dare to refute anything. The oppression just now was similar to the pressure of a strong man in the Imperial Realm. Could it be that the young man in front of him had reached the Imperial Realm?
Looking at the entire Northern Immortal Territory, among the younger generation, those who can reach the cultivation level of the Emperor at such an age, I am afraid that these people are only the sons of gods from various holy places, right?
But it is obvious that Mo Wangchen is not the Son of God in any holy land. Otherwise, how could he come here, cross the other side of the bridge, and want to join the Taoist Immortal Sect?
Not far away from Huang Changyu, Xiao Jingheng frowned. His own strength was similar to that of Huang Changyu. Even he was so stared at by the man in white in front of him that he vomited blood. I'm afraid he was also in trouble.
"Interesting, is it really here..."
At this moment, on the other side of the bridge on the other side, in the sky, the old man who asked the Immortal Sect narrowed his eyes slightly, with a strange light in his eyes.
He recognized Mo Wangchen. When Mo Wangchen entered the Ancient Immortal Realm for the first time, he fought Feng Wuhen, and this old man happened to be here.
After the Battle of Yincheng, Mo Wangchen declined invitations from all parties. He said that he wanted to join the Taoist Immortal Sect.
Now, it is indeed here!
"This son has both Dan and Wu skills, and his fighting power is comparable to that of all the sons of gods. Even Ye Wudao can't shake him. Among the younger generation in this world, there are very few people who can match him. The most important thing is that he has not yet become emperor.
Otherwise, he will be the best among all the others."
"For such a person, when he said he wanted to join the Taoist Immortal Sect in Yincheng, except for Ling Tianfeng, the master of the sect leader, the other masters of the other six peaks had already paid attention to him, and even sent orders to me. If this son
When it arrives, we must report it as soon as possible..."
While muttering to himself, the old man flicked his fingers, and saw six faint rays of light flashing out, flying behind him towards the gate of Wenxian Sect.
"With his talent, he shouldn't need to cross the other side of the bridge. The peak masters will also vigorously invite him. However, it would be good to see his potential."
The old man said with a smile, his eyes shining brightly. It was obvious that the talent Mo Wangchen had shown before was as good as that of the Taoist Immortal Sect, and the masters of the six peaks had already begun to recruit him.
Under the gaze of everyone in the audience, Mo Wangchen turned his gaze away from Huang Changyu, then turned around and walked towards the bridge on the other side.