In the mountain road surrounded by green mountains and green waters, Wang Zhifan was drinking the local wine he bought while listening to the audio and singing, riding on the back of a red deer horse slowly.
Half a month has passed since he came to this world. In this half month, he felt that he had vaguely touched the so-called great freedom state of mind, and it seemed that the inspiration for breakthrough could come at any time.
Suddenly, in front of the mountain path he was riding, two figures suddenly fell from the sky, blocking his way. They seemed to be two young immortal cultivators in long clothes.
They came with swords and were extremely fast. As soon as they stood on the ground, one of them raised his hands with a smile on his face and said to Wang Zhifan:
"Sir, please stay! My master and I invite you to the cave for a lecture!"
"I'm not interested, please come back."
Seeing this, Wang Zhifan on the back of the Red Deer Horse replied without thinking, and he had no intention of making an appointment at all.
In fact, this is not the first time he has met someone who invites him to visit, including ordinary people who are either enthusiastic or with some purpose, as well as immortal cultivators who see him extraordinary strength and want to make friends with them, but he has all rejected them.
The reason is very simple. He is currently indulging in the state of pursuing great freedom and does not want to communicate too much with locals. Ordinary affairs will affect his inspiration to obtain breakthroughs.
But his attitude undoubtedly made the two young cultivators who came to invite him unhappy. The young man with a smile just now turned ugly when he heard this. The other person standing beside him sang a black face and said coldly to Wang Zhifan on the horse's back:
"You are ungrateful! My master is the elder of Zixia Immortal Sect! Being able to get the invitation from him is a blessing you have cultivated in your life..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a glimmer of light in front of him, and he felt something falling off his head, and strands of hair were scattered on his shoulders. In a blink of an eye, it was the bun on his head that was chopped down to the ground.
For a moment, this person felt very surprised, and his companion next to him also looked surprised, because they did not feel attacked just now. They just saw a glimpse of a shiny light, and the hair tied on one of them fell down directly.
And at the moment when the two were a little confused, Wang Zhifan had already driven the red deer horse to jump high and quickly pass over their heads, leaving a sentence that was neither salty nor light to them:
"Remember to be careful when speaking in the future, otherwise your hair will not fall out next time."
As Wang Zhifan gradually moved away, the two young immortal cultivators stood on the uninhabited mountain road, a little at a loss for a moment.
"Senior brother, just now..."
When the young man who was rude to Wang Zhifan's rude words came out of the cold sweat of beans on his forehead, he turned to ask with a look of surprise to his companion beside him.
"It's a knife, he should have pulled it. It's rumored that he is one of the few sword cultivators in the world. It's natural to have such a speed..."
The young man who was asked answered immediately, feeling a large piece of cold sweat appearing on his back.
Because as cultivators with practical experience, they understand very well what the scene just now means. They didn't see the opponent's attack from beginning to end, and the hair on their heads was cut off. If they really annoyed the opponent, they really didn't have any chance to fight back.
"But so, how do we communicate with our master?"
The young man with cold sweat on his forehead felt in great trouble. He turned around and wanted to chase Wang Zhifan again, but his calves were weak, and he didn't want the other party to turn himself into a dead head.
"It's okay, we just need to report to our master truthfully, and his old man will make decisions."
After another young man finished speaking, he raised his hand and pinched the sword technique, jumped onto the flying sword and returned immediately. The junior brother beside him stopped hesitating when he saw this and hurriedly followed with the sword.
On the other hand, Wang Zhifan was still drinking the local wine contained in the gourd while riding the red deer horse on the mountain road. He didn't care about the small episode just now and was immersed in the great freedom of his pursuit.
Soon, he climbed to the nearest mountain top, got off the horse, turned off the audio playback, sat on the stone, and prepared to meditate in this place for a few hours to see if he could make any progress.
But today this place seemed particularly lively. Not long after, an old man in Mai, who looked like a woodcutter, came up from the bottom of the mountain and reminded him, who was sitting cross-legged on the stone, and said:
"Young man! The wind is strong on the top of this mountain! Sitting for a long time is likely to cause cold wind! Don't just make trouble if you are young! Listen to my advice..."
The old man looked tough and kind, and said the nagging words that cared about the younger generation. He looked just an ordinary old man in the mountains, but it caused Wang Zhifan, who was meditating with his eyes closed, immediately opened his eyes and looked at him and replied unhappily:
"I really drove away the young man and the old man... Tell me, what's the matter with you looking for me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man in front of him who looked like an old woodcutter flashed through his eyes and changed his image, turning into an old man in a vibrant and elegant manner. The powerful aura exuded on his body showed that he was undoubtedly a superior immortal cultivator.
"Haha... I really can't hide this disguise from my friend's eyes."
The old man in Jinyi, who had a strong breath, raised his hand and touched the black hair on his chin and smiled at Wang Zhifan, and then talked about the reason why he visited Wang Zhifan, which was surprisingly concise and clear.
"I came here this time to invite my friends to visit the North Sea Polar Immortal Palace and compete for the treasures of the Immortal Palace! This Immortal Palace is said to be the place where the evil old immortals in the North Sea are transformed. I believe my friends must have heard of the title of the extremely evil old immortal. He is the strongest immortal in the world more than 3,000 years ago. He once collected treasures from all over the world to seek to break through the realm of the Golden Immortal. Now his immortal palace is in the world, and a bloody battle is inevitable..."
After the old man finished speaking, he looked at Wang Zhifan, who was still sitting cross-legged on the stone. He found that his expression was a little calm, as if he was unmoved, and he couldn't help but ask curiously:
"My friend, can't you be interested in this opportunity? The treasure of the world more than 3,000 years ago! It was not like now. It took a lot of effort to find a natural creature! Although the territory of the extremely evil immortal must be very dangerous, with my friend's ability and the top leader of the Immortal Gang, I will definitely get a share of the pie from the hands of the immortals..."
After hearing that Wang Zhifan finished selling for the second time, he couldn't say that his expression had not changed at all. He could only say that it was different from the moment, but he still responded:
"If it's timed within half a month, I can join."
"Half a month? If you agree, you will set off immediately within ten days!"
When the old man heard that there was a chance, he immediately replied with a smile.
Then he left the specific meeting method and left quickly because Wang Zhifan had already shown that he didn't want to talk too much, similar to quitting the guest. In fact, Wang Zhifan didn't care about the invitation from the extremely evil Immortal Palace, but just agreed casually, asking the old man to leave quickly and not hinder his cultivation.
Otherwise, he would have to understand the identity of the old man, why the old man invited him as a stranger, and the current situation in the extremely evil immortal palace.
This is not because he doesn't like opportunities, but after exploring the remains of the Immortals in the Dark Cloud Realm, he found that there is a big difference between the Immortal Dao lineage and his cultivation path. The rare treasures of the Immortal Dao are not very useful to him, and his enthusiasm for exploration will naturally not be higher.
However, it is human nature to explore treasure land. When the time and itinerary allow, Wang Zhifan doesn't mind taking a look. Even if he watches happily, it doesn't matter. It just acts as a special travel program.
On the other hand, the old man in brocade turned into a stream of light and returned to his sect, gathering with several superior cultivators in the hall filled with purple clouds, telling his experience with Wang Zhifan.
Obviously, the old man had no good impression of Wang Zhifan's cold and perfunctory attitude. He told everyone that this was a withdrawn guy by nature and might not be weak in strength, but his temper was really weird and he was unwilling to communicate with others.
"Can you find out the origin of this person? Which immortal sect should I learn from?"
Someone asked the old man that this was also the reason why they decided to contact Wang Zhifan.
Because Wang Zhifan has been wandering around recently, even if he did not harm anyone, he made a lot of noise. Several mountains were cut off by him. People in the Immortal Sect couldn't help but not notice him, and they became very interested in his origin and identity.
But at present, no one would think of Wang Zhifan to the outside world, because there are no confirmed evidence in this world, and only a few brave immortals ran to the outside world and never returned.
Therefore, it is hard to think that Wang Zhifan is an outsider, and he will only think that he was born into a mysterious immortal sect, or simply learned from an anonymous immortal. This world is so great that even they do not understand it thoroughly.
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The old man in Jinyi could only shake his head helplessly when facing this problem and said:
"I want to ask, but this guy doesn't want to say much. After a few words, he issued an order to expel him. If I hadn't seen through the reality of his body, I had designated him to be taken into the alchemy furnace and refined it, and avenge my disciple's insult..."
From his words, we can know that he is the master of the two young immortal cultivators who stopped Wang Zhifan on the mountain road not long ago, and this immortal sect is undoubtedly the Zixia Immortal Sect.
"Haha, don't worry. Since this guy promised to go to the North Sea Pole, we will have the opportunity to find out his details and see if he has the value to win over..."
"Well, if this guy is just a strange sword technique, I must integrate him into my immortal weapon spirit so that he can know that the majesty of the Immortal Sect is not to be humiliated..."
"It's so wasteful, so let me take him as the guard..."
The others discussed it with a relaxed and pleasant look. Just like Wang Zhifan's attitude towards the invitation, they did not take him seriously. Everything they did was actually for temptation, and they did not really desire Wang Zhifan to join their trip to the polar region.
If Wang Zhifan heard their discussion with his own ears, there would probably be no emotional change. He did not intend to have too much interaction with people in this world, because he was just a passerby and came to practice in this strange world, and there was no need to communicate closely with locals.
But this does not mean that he will be afraid of things. An important criterion for being free in a state of mind is not being restricted by the outside world. If people in this world think that he is easy to bully, he can control it at will, then he really doesn't mind killing him before leaving. Having his own bottom line and being weak can be bullied is completely different.
Time passed day by day. When Wang Zhifan was staying in this world for more than 20 days, a iFlytek sword suddenly flew from the sky and came to his side, informing him that the departure time of the far north had come.
But Wang Zhifan, who was riding on the red deer horse, gave an answer that did not meet the invitation's ideas in a plain manner, and said directly:
"Your Excellency will set off first. I still have some matters to deal with and I will rush over a few days later."
Imfyk-Sword brought his words back to Zixia Immortal Sect. Several superior immortal cultivators were speechless. Someone asked several people to go to Wang Zhifan and talked, but they were soon rejected by others.
It’s not that they are afraid of Wang Zhifan, but that they do have important plans to explore the Immortal Palace in the North. It’s not that much less outsiders are involved. Everything should be done with the Immortal Palace. It’s not too late to deal with Wang Zhifan after the Immortal Palace’s affairs are finished.
"Then let that kid be proud for a while! When we obtain the treasure of the extremely evil immortal, he will definitely regret his arrogance today!"
The senior executives of Zixia Immortal Sect ignored Wang Zhifan and set out directly to the North Sea Pole, and began a battle for treasure with other forces in the extremely evil immortal palace.
Wang Zhifan was even more happy to be quiet, devoted himself to the exploration of the great freedom state of mind and the pursuit of breakthrough inspiration.
He was still wandering around as usual, and in a few days he completely forgot his invitation. The reason was that he felt that his premonition of breakthrough was becoming clearer. Other things had to be lower than this. Whatever invitations were invited or what was extremely evil immortal was, and he completely ignored them.
However, sometimes, things you have ignored and avoided may hit you on your own, and Wang Zhifan encounters such a bizarre thing.
That was more than 30 days after he arrived in this world. He was experiencing the natural and free mental state in a bamboo forest. Suddenly, an extremely powerful and violent aura came overwhelmed. As soon as he appeared, his terrifying power burst out, turning a thousand miles of radius, including the bamboo forest where he was, into a super huge pit.
"???"
Wang Zhifan was almost the only survivor of this sudden attack. He relied on the power of the law to resist the destruction attack, but he was in a state of question marks.
The reason is very simple. He found that he was not the real target of attack. The terrifying existence that just appeared sent a shocking attack and continued to attack randomly while staying away. It was exactly like a madman. He just happened to be in the range of the other party.
"What's this? I've been practicing well and suddenly I'm ruthless, thinking I'm a broken sandbag?"
Unhappy Wang Zhifan immediately pulled out the Qing Emperor's sword and soared into the sky, approaching the crazy terrifying existence, intending to take revenge on the spot.
When he got closer, he found that the other party was a strange and inhuman existence. His body looked like a flying zombie that had just popped out of an ancient coffin, but his breath was close to the type of immortal cultivator in this world. The most conspicuous thing was that the guy had a dark blood-colored word "evil" engraved on his forehead.
"Extremely evil old immortal?"
Wang Zhifan suddenly had an association. (This chapter ends)