The Ancestor of All Zombies

Chapter 107: 107 Taixuan No. 1 Lu Xun

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The middle-aged fat man laughed and said, "Don't call me senior. Zhu Youqian and I are old friends. Back then, when Xiangnan, Zhu Youqian and Danyun were roaming the world of cultivation, we were so free and easy."

He paused, his expression somewhat gloomy, and it was obvious that he had recalled many past events. He said, "You can just call me Uncle Xiang."

After that, there was another short chat, and the two of them gained a lot.

Before long, most of the day had passed. Xiangnan arranged a top-quality place for Feng Qingyang to meditate, and he himself was also anxious to go back and break through the bottleneck.

This went on for a day and a night, and finally the day arrived when the city lord was looking for a wife.

Feng Qingyang walked out of the room, wearing a crescent-white gown, with long, blood-red hair casually draped over his shoulders. His originally handsome face suddenly looked a little weird.

After bidding farewell to Xiangnan, the Pavilion Master of Duobao Pavilion stationed in Guiyuan City, he headed towards the place where he had registered a few days ago.

The registration office at the City Lord's Mansion was packed with people, all of them were cultivators in the early stages of foundation building. There were also about a hundred cultivators in the middle stages of foundation building, but their bone ages were almost fifty years old.

They stood at the front of the crowd. Although they were nearly fifty years old, due to years of practice, they all looked to be around thirty years old.

Each of them was handsome and arrogant. They stayed far away from the people in the early stage of foundation building behind them, as if they disdained to associate with them.

Among the one hundred cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building, there are also a few people in the early stage of foundation building. If you look carefully, you will find that the prince of the Tianyao Sect is also among them.

Feng Qingyang went there quietly, originally planning to blend in with the crowd, but he was recognized by some people as soon as he approached the crowd.

"The Red Devil is coming, that's the Red Devil!" Someone shouted, and at the same time, the huge crowd of people suddenly split open a path.

Feng Qingyang stood there in a daze, thinking that being famous was not a good thing, but since they had made way, he would just follow the path they had cleared.

He was seen walking slowly among the crowd, and tens of thousands of cultivators in the early stages of foundation building were all looking at him.

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, he stepped forward and stood with the one hundred people in the middle stage of foundation building. He happened to be the one hundred and first person.

"Red Devil? Good job." The Demon Prince standing by had an evil smile on his face, which seemed to have an indescribable charm.

The remaining cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building stared at Feng Qingyang unkindly.

When he defeated the five early foundation-building monks of Taixuan Sect in Guiyuan City, it was said that he only used one move, which was a punch.

Anyone who touched it died horribly.

"Red Devil?" Some people in the middle stage of foundation building looked at him with disdain, and some even released murderous intent without hesitation.

You should know that the news that the Red Devil forcibly took away the city lord Qianjin has spread throughout the entire Guiyuan City.

Qian Duoduo is their goddess and can be regarded as their dream relative, and some of them don’t even have the qualifications to see her beauty.

"A bunch of trash!" Feng Qingyang grinned. Since others were showing murderous intentions towards him, there was no need for him to keep a low profile any longer.

Take a step forward.

boom!

The bloodthirsty murderous intent rose to the sky, so strong that it even attracted the sky above. The air temperature dropped several degrees in an instant, and a murderous atmosphere covered the entire place.

"Pah, pah, pah! Worthy of being the Red Devil!" A young man in his twenties walked out from the one hundred people in the middle stage of foundation building. He was handsome, and walked over with a folding fan gently waving. He looked so unrestrained, just like the son of God walking in time.

He had a smile on his face, as if he was looking at Feng Qingyang, but if you looked closely, you would find that his eyes were not on Feng Qingyang at all. He was not looking down on Feng Qingyang, but simply ignoring him.

"Lu Xun! The number one person in the inner sect of Taixuan Sect. He broke through to the middle stage of foundation building at the age of 25. It is said that he has the greatest hope of breaking through to the golden elixir realm before the age of 50."

"Lu Xun? There are rumors that he completely defeated the genius disciples of the older generation who were in the late stage of foundation building when he just broke through to the middle stage of foundation building."

The crowd burst into exclamations, and even the Heavenly Demon Prince Wu Zili looked at him with a gloomy face.

"Lu Xun..."

The crowd erupted in exclamations, as if he was the master.

Lu Xun had a smile on his face, as if he didn't hear what people around him were saying about him.

He walked forward, and every step he took had an inexplicable charm.

The murderous intent that Feng Qingyang had released before actually slowly dissipated under his control.

"So powerful!" Feng Qingyang was shocked. He knew very well how strong his murderous intent was.

And Lu Xun, the number one in the inner sect of Taixuan Sect, actually dispelled his murderous intent in just a few steps.

"Are you the Red Devil Feng Qingyang?" They stopped, and the two of them were no more than three feet apart.

With his arrival, Feng Qingyang seemed to have seen some ferocious beast from ancient times.

His every move was in line with heaven's will, as if he was heaven's spokesperson.

"Very good! Very good!" He said good twice and stopped talking. Then he flew back to his original position with a swish.

He was just looking ahead with a smile on his face, making people wonder if he hadn't moved before.

Only Feng Qingyang knew what had happened before. His two "goodbye" sounds concealed murderous intent. Although it was so secretive that it was almost invisible, Feng Qingyang still captured it keenly.

"It seemed like he didn't step on the ground when he walked before!" Feng Qingyang was shocked. What a proud person he must be.

He looked towards Lu Xun without leaving a trace, and sure enough, he saw his feet floating in the air.

"Hmph! Disciple of Taixuan Sect, you will be the next person I will beat to death!" Feng Qingyang thought to himself.

Taixuan Sect and Maoshan Zhengtian Sect were all included in his kill list!

Every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. On the dark night ghost market that day, the Taixuan Sect dispatched half of its forces together with the Maoshan Zhengtian Sect to surround the Ghost King Sect and prevent its members from going to rescue it.

It can be said without hesitation that at least half of what happened to Zhu Xuezhu was caused by Taixuan Sect.

He had never had any grudges with the Taixuan Sect, but he was still victimized by them in various ways.

“Lu Xun, don’t let me meet you!”

At this time, an old man suddenly flew over the crowd. He had white hair and a youthful face, and an immortal look. He was actually a half-step golden elixir master.

He glanced down, his expression indifferent without the slightest expression.

When he looked at the red-haired Feng Qingyang, his brows frowned slightly. Although it was just a subtle movement, Feng Qingyang still noticed it.

Feng Qingyang thought to himself that this was not good, fearing that the old man had a prejudice against him.

"The City Lord's Marriage Selection League has begun! Now I will explain the rules!"

"Ten thousand people will be auditioned, and half of them must be eliminated. And those who are eliminated—"

At this point, he looked at the crowd below again: "Those who are eliminated will die!"

As soon as the word "death" came out, countless people's faces suddenly changed.

Looking at the crowd below who were all in shock, the old man snorted coldly and said, "This audition will last for three days! Life and death are determined by fate, and if you participate, you must be prepared to die at any time!"