Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Qin Xuan walked with his hands behind his back in Tianjiu Holy Pass.

Killing two people was like crushing ants passing by.

He had his own vision, and he would not kill them casually even if they were the ancient prodigies.

Unfortunately, there were still some who did not know how to live or die, and he, Qin Changqing, would not be lenient.

Qin Xuan waited for the retreat and found a secluded place.

Many palaces in Tianjiu Holy Pass were empty and no one was in the courtyard. However, if he chose these places, not to mention that they were other people's places, they would also attract many ancient prodigies to invade, which would be very annoying and difficult to calm down.

Tianjiu Holy Pass was huge. Even if it was an ordinary Golden Immortal in the Northern Territory, after Hunyuan left, there were still some powerful people in the world. They might not be the prodigies, but they were enough to bury the ancient prodigies in the imperial mausoleum and stay safely in Tianjiu Holy Pass.

For example, Xu Wenhe of Xuanxiao Holy Square, even those ancient prodigies, how many of them could be his enemy?

With the appearance of a half-saint, those Daluo dare not act rashly.

Even some Hunyuan will not be enemies with him.

In the tomb of the emperor, some truly terrifying Tianjiao have not yet appeared. Perhaps one or two of them can overpower Xu Wenhe, but those Tianjiao will not be provoked casually.

Not to mention the saint behind Xu Wenhe, Xu Wenhe himself is not a weak person.

What if those Tianjiao wins? It's just angering the saint.

If they lose, it will damage the Tianjiao's name and the dignity of their ancestors.

The pros and cons, these Tianjiaos see it more clearly, and rarely do such things.

While Qin Xuan's thoughts were turning, he heard a subtle uproar from a very far distance.

Qin Xuan turned his head and looked at the end of his sight, in a palace.

The palace has six halls connected by immortal ropes, and each hall is a Hunyuan immortal treasure.

Above the central hall, there was a ray of light reaching the sky.

The Sixth Hall of the Red Dust!

Qin Xuan paused. He remembered that this place seemed to be similar to an inn. A powerful person spent his entire life and had no hope of becoming a saint. He opened the Sixth Hall of the Red Dust in the Tianjiu Saint Pass for people to live in. The fee was expensive.

There were hundreds of houses in the Sixth Hall. Each house would cost tens of thousands of immortal coins a night.

The uproar came from one of the Sixth Hall. Not only that, there were also breaths from different eras that did not belong to the present world. Among them, there were also some breaths from the present world, including Daluo and Hunyuan.

Qin Xuan pondered for a moment. The Sixth Hall of the Red Dust could also be considered a place for retreat.

Moreover, there was an Immortal Venerable who was in the sixth realm of Hunyuan and had no hope of becoming a saint, but was quite powerful, and could resist intrusion.

Immediately, Qin Xuan stepped towards the Sixth Hall of the Red Dust.

In the Wind and Rain Palace, one of the six palaces in the mortal world, there were more than a thousand creatures gathered here.

In the center of all the attention was a man with a three-inch jade on his forehead, wearing a silver robe, and a wisp of terrifying aura lingering around him.

"Another one was killed, this time, it was the eighth level of Daluo!"

"As expected of a younger generation of the Holy Bone Heavenly Vein Clan, with only the fifth level of Daluo, he was able to kill the eighth level of the world!"

"It's terrible, that eighth level golden immortal holding the Hunyuan Immortal Treasure, I'm afraid he is not weak either, can he compete with the Hunyuan Immortal?"

"It's already the ninth person!"

A series of uproars rang out in the Wind and Rain Palace, and some of the current Northern Territory powerhouses had extremely ugly expressions.

"Damn it, it's only the fifth turn of Daluo!"

"Ancient Tianjiao, this person is probably not comparable to ordinary ancient Tianjiao!"

"Which clan is the Shenggu Tianmai clan?"

Some powerful people in the world, including Hunyuan Xianzun, looked a little ugly.

They looked at the silver-clothed man, and there were nine heads lingering around him. Each of these nine heads was a Tianjiao from Tianjiuzhou and even the Northern Territory.

Each of them came from the Saint's Mansion.

There were Daluo fifth turn, Daluo sixth turn, Daluo seventh turn, and even a Daluo ninth turn. The saint of Tiandu Jinxian Realm also died here and was killed by the Tianjiao of the Shenggu Tianmai clan.

Some powerful people in the world had a hint of anger in their eyes, and those descendants who were born under the saints dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

This person is too terrifying, and is definitely not comparable to an ordinary ancient genius. Moreover, this person set up a challenge here and insulted the talents of the time. I am afraid that he wants to break through the realm with a fight and enter the sixth level of Daluo.

"Why, the creatures of the time have only this much strength?"

"This era is too weak. With you, you can also be called a genius? It really shames the word genius!"

The silver-clothed man looked at the many young people of the time.

But after the words fell, no one walked out, and everyone's face became even uglier.

On the other hand, at the gate of the Wind and Rain Palace, a middle-aged man was drinking a little wine and enjoying it.

This middle-aged man is the master of the Wind and Rain Palace, but he doesn't care at all that the ancient genius insulted the world.

Qin Xuan walked slowly, just happened to see the middle-aged man.

His eyes swept across the nine heads hanging in the air, and the many people of the time with ugly faces.

"One room, seven years!"

Qin Xuan didn't care, and said to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was slightly startled, and he turned his head to look at Qin Xuan, "Seven years, forget it, it's also a big deal, I'll give you a discount, 20 million immortal coins."

Qin Xuan took out a storage immortal treasure, which was the former ancient Tianjiao he killed before. The things in it were worth more than 20 million immortal coins.

The middle-aged man took the storage immortal treasure and took out a token.

"Wait, after watching this excitement, I'll take you there!"

He smiled and said, "You are also a person of the time, aren't you interested in going up and trying it!?"

From the things Qin Xuan handed him, it can be seen that Qin Xuan is definitely not a mediocre person, and has the power to kill the former ancient Tianjiao.

Qin Xuan did not comment, his eyes fell on the field, "The Holy Bone Heavenly Vein Clan is gifted. Although they are at the fifth level of Daluo, their strength is comparable to that of ordinary Daluo eighth level, or even the ninth level of Tiandu, the ancient geniuses!"

"You are also a person of the time, but you agreed to let him set up this arena and let him do whatever he wants?"

Qin Xuan put his hands behind his back and quietly looked at the silver-clad man who kept provoking and making many of the contemporary Golden Immortals look even uglier.

"They are all immortal beings. In the ancient times, they were the masters of the five domains of the immortal world. Besides, why bother to fight for money? This little guy named Tian Haifan has invested 100 million immortal coins. Why should I refuse?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "The strong are respected in the immortal world. If you only have this much power in the world, then being humiliated is a kind of tempering."

Qin Xuan glanced at the middle-aged man indifferently: "You are greedy for money, but what you said is also right."

"If the weak want to fight for dignity, they must naturally step into the ranks of the strong!"

"The ancient prodigies want to use the present world as a stone to sharpen the path of saints. Isn't the present world also using the ancient prodigies as a stone to sharpen the path of sainthood for the younger generation?"

The middle-aged man looked at Qin Xuan in surprise, "Little guy, such a vision is worth cultivating!"

"It's good to be greedy for money, but be careful that these ancient prodigies tease you. One hundred million immortal coins is not a small amount. This person has a strong aura of prohibition. He should have been born no more than a year ago. He may not give you immortal coins, right?" Qin Xuan said lightly.

"If you don't give you immortal coins, I'm afraid your face will not be much better than theirs!"

The middle-aged man laughed dumbly, surprised at Qin Xuan's eyesight, and drank the wine in the glass.

"Then it depends on his strength and courage!"

"I am a greedy guy. If someone dares to fool me, let alone an ancient genius, even if he is an ancient saint, I will let him bleed a few ounces of blood to make up the 100 million immortal coins."

As he spoke, a powerful man finally stepped out.

This time, it was not Daluo, but Hunyuan, the second level of Hunyuan Immortal!