This sound seemed to come from a distant place, reverberating across the sky, with lingering echoes.

The scarred man and Lu Ji paused slightly upon hearing this, and surprisingly, did not move.

Amidst everyone's astonishment, they saw dark clouds roiling in the high sky, and a silver light, like a comet dragging its tail, swept in from afar, leaving a long silver trail.

Seeing this, Yun Ni's eyes flashed, but a sense of indescribable feeling arose in her heart.

Bai Fengyi was initially slightly delayed, then his eyes flashed, revealing a hint of surprise.

Within the dark clouds, silver light burst forth, and a silver gourd, seven or eight zhang in size, emerged from within, covered in spiritual patterns, with flowing light traces, looking extremely extraordinary.

A red long rope was wrapped around the waist of the gourd, tied in a lovers' knot in the middle, with two rope ends hanging down long, fluttering in the wind.

An old Daoist, nearly fifty years old, stood alone against the wind on the gourd. He wore a brand new moon-white Daoist robe that fluttered in the wind, with a full and abundant spirit, looking somewhat similar to the sword-carrying man.

If Han Li were on this square at this moment, he would probably be shocked, because standing on the silver gourd was none other than the drunken Hu Yan Daoist he saw every day.

Today, this Hu Yan Daoist's image was completely opposite to his usual sloppy appearance. His somewhat gray hair was neatly combed, without a single strand out of place, and he was wearing a brand new amethyst lotus crown high up.

Beneath the lotus crown was a slightly weathered face, which, set off by his trimmed beard, appeared with distinct facial features. Especially those originally sleepy eyes were now bright and piercing, and the occasional flash of light revealed an extraordinary air of laughing at the world.

His Daoist robe was spotless, and a jade green belt was wrapped around his waist, with a vermilion wine gourd hanging beside it, which had also been cleaned to look like new.

Lu Ji looked up at Hu Yan Daoist, his eyes slightly cold, and the long sword already sheathed in his hand was drawn out a few inches with a "clang," and a snow-white sword light was immediately reflected.

"I know this person. He is one of the thirteen Golden Immortal Dao Masters of the Candle Dragon Dao, known as Hu Yan Daoist. Why is he here?" The scarred man first narrowed his eyes, then his expression changed slightly, and he stopped Lu Ji.

Hu Yan Daoist was devoted to fine wine, alchemy, and puppetry. He used to leave the sect to travel in his early years, but later rarely left Gu Yun Continent. Therefore, Lu Ji did not recognize him, but as an elder of the Ten Directions Tower, he was well aware of the main figures of the major sects in the entire Northern Cold Immortal Territory, so he recognized him at a glance.

However, what made him so vigilant was not the identity of Hu Yan Daoist.

Existences like the thirteen Golden Immortal Dao Masters of the Candle Dragon Dao all have relevant records in the Ten Directions Tower. In addition to their origins, cultivation methods, and cultivation levels, detailed information was collected and organized on their temperament and preferences. However, he clearly remembered that although there was some information on this Hu Yan Daoist, such as his experiences and hobbies, the combat power evaluation recorded in the investigation secret letter was simply two words: "Unknown."

With the Ten Directions Tower's powerful ability in information investigation, the number of people in the entire Northern Cold Immortal Territory who could be evaluated with these two words did not exceed ten, and the Hu Yan Daoist in front of him was one of them.

From this, it can be seen that this person is by no means ordinary.

"If you were to be deterred by a single sentence from a Golden Immortal, you can take down the signboard of your Ten Directions Tower when you go back." Lu Ji glanced at him and said coldly.

"Fellow Daoist Lu Ji, please be calm. This person dares to show up alone. I'm afraid he came prepared. Why don't we take a look at the situation first... If he is unwilling to be good and go with the flow, then the two of us will try the depth of this Hu Yan Daoist today." The scarred man transmitted his voice in a deep voice, while telling the other party Hu Yan Daoist's evaluation in the Ten Directions Tower.

Lu Ji's expression did not change upon hearing this, and he looked indifferent, but he did not act immediately.

Although the people from the Ten Directions Tower on the square did not know the identity of this suddenly appearing Hu Yan Daoist, they could see that the other party should be helping the Holy Puppet Sect. Feeling the undisguised powerful aura of the Golden Immortal realm, these people looked at each other and did not dare to act rashly.

After all, although it now seemed that the Ten Directions Tower was at an advantage, the real decisive factor in the battle was the Golden Immortal realm cultivators present. Now that both sides had two Golden Immortal realm cultivators, the original situation immediately underwent earth-shattering changes.

Even so, many people's eyes flickered, and they had already begun to plan to take advantage of the situation and run away directly.

In the center of the square, Yun Ni, who had removed her phantom mask to reveal the red fox mask, looked up at the Hu Yan Daoist in the high sky, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and his eyes flashed with a bit of confusion.

After staring at him for a long time, she finally smiled, revealing a gentle smile.

"You finally came..."

She whispered to herself, her tone filled with joy and a bit of reproach.

In her eyes, the appearance of the Hu Yan Daoist on the silver gourd was gradually becoming blurred, and began to gradually overlap with another figure in her memory, which was the Hu Yan Daoist when he was young.

At that time, Hu Yan was handsome, with a jade face and vermilion lips. The lotus crown on his head was always neatly tied, and the moon-white Daoist robe on his body was always smooth and flawless, making him look capable, clean, and extraordinary.

At that time, he had not yet indulged in drinking so much. The silver gourd was always hanging on one side of his waist, and a red long sword was always hanging on the other. He looked more like a sword immortal.

Later, at some point, a vermilion wine gourd began to appear on his waist, and the red long sword was casually carried behind him. The original sword immortal turned into a drunken sword immortal, his romantic demeanor was not diminished at all, and he added a bit of unrestrained and free.

It's just that he was not good at love, and with the entanglement of three people, Bai Fengyi chose to escape, and he also chose to escape, leaving Yun Ni alone, always waiting, persisting in the persistence in her heart.

This wait has been so many years.

In any case, he came today, so he will not escape anymore.

On the other side, Bai Fengyi took a deep look at the figure in the high sky, then withdrew his gaze, looked at Yun Ni beside him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. All the entanglements in his heart were suddenly relieved at this moment.

"Dao Master Hu Yan, does your Candle Dragon Dao really want to be enemies with our Ten Directions Tower and interfere in this matter?" The scarred man took a step forward and asked Hu Yan Daoist loudly.

"A bunch of insidious guys hiding in the dark, dare to be so arrogant? Why should the sect interfere to deal with you? I alone am enough." Hu Yan Daoist glanced at the scarred man with contempt and said indifferently.

After speaking, he took off the wine gourd from his waist, took a sip of wine, and swept his gaze down.

When his gaze fell on Bai Fengyi, his brows could not help but lift slightly, and he muttered in a puzzled voice, "Why does it seem not as big as I remember..."

Although Yun Ni did not hear what he was saying, she guessed what he was referring to from the change in his expression, and her expression sank suddenly, and she snorted coldly.

Seeing his gaze fall on him, Bai Fengyi turned his head uncomfortably and avoided his gaze.

Bai Suyuan saw the slight changes in the expressions of these three people. With her wit, combined with the previous events, she naturally saw something.

What the master and the ancestor said earlier about the ungrateful man and the coward were probably this Elder Hu Yan.

"It's a little old, but it's more pleasing to the eye than that dark guy... Bah, why should I compare with that guy!" Bai Suyuan first muttered softly, but then a flush of crimson flashed across her jade-like cheeks, and she spat lightly.

"Was it you who said just now that they can't leave?" When Hu Yan Daoist put the wine gourd back on his waist, his gaze fell on Lu Ji again, and he asked with a slightly cold face.

As he spoke, the huge silver gourd shrank rapidly, turning into an ordinary appearance, and flew back into his hand with a flick of the wrist.

"Humph! If you want to fight, then fight! Why talk so much nonsense!" Lu Ji's eyes turned cold, and he retorted without showing weakness.

Before he finished speaking, he jumped up and flew into the air, confronting Hu Yan Daoist from a distance of thousands of feet.

"Hehe, don't worry, don't worry. Don't you like to bully the few by relying on the many? It just so happens that my beans haven't been dried for a long time. If I don't take them out to see the sun, they will really get moldy." A strange color flashed in Hu Yan Daoist's eyes, and he waved his hand, said with a smile.

After saying a word, he pinched a magic formula with one hand, and held the silver gourd with the mouth down in the other hand, and moved his lips a few times.

I saw that the spiritual patterns on the silver gourd were flourishing, and a ball of fuzzy white light lit up at the mouth of the gourd. Black bean grains, shaped like broad beans, flew out from it like silver pots sprinkling water, and sprinkled down towards the ground.

"哗啦啦"

A sound like rain kept ringing, and half of the sky was covered by nearly a thousand dense black beans.

The periphery of the square "tinkled," and each black bean immediately radiated black light after landing, and quickly swelled and deformed. In a group of fuzzy light, it turned into a huge black-clothed bean soldier, about ten feet tall.

These black-clothed bean soldiers were much taller than ordinary people, and had no armor on their bodies. They only had a half-group of flame-shaped black masks covering their faces, and they all held a black giant axe in their hands, which looked very powerful.

Compared with the blue-armored soldiers of the scarred man, the number of black-clothed bean soldiers sacrificed by Hu Yan Daoist was much smaller, but the aura on his body was obviously much stronger. And although their faces were all exactly the same, the expressions on the half of their faces outside the mask were not dull, but rather had some anthropomorphic emotional changes, and seemed to be quite spiritual.

When the scarred man saw this scene, a trace of surprise flashed in the depths of his eyes, and a few thoughts of retreat immediately arose in his heart.

His Dao soldiers were obviously inferior to these black-clothed bean soldiers in terms of quality, and after the previous large-scale consumption, they had lost many. The original numerical advantage had almost been completely lost, and if they really fought, the consequences would be imaginable.

And the advantage of the two Golden Immortals on his side was also lost after Hu Yan Daoist joined. If they continue to persist, it is clear that there is no meaning anymore.