The demons danced around, and hundreds of schools of thought were fighting for the way. This is when the situation is today, the ghosts and monsters emerged one after another. The opposite sects of cultivation also appeared like mushrooms after a rain. Although the Hunyuan Sect is only the last in the world among the many cultivation sects, Changgu has been in the gate for seven years. Most of the remote towns like Qingyang Town have appeared, which is enough to deal with Changgu standing on the street watching the pedestrians coming and going, chewing on the past, and although he has not made any special moves, the long sword behind him is enough to attract attention. A middle-aged man in a coarse linen suit carrying two loads of miscellaneous items was turning his eyes back and preparing to continue moving forward. His eyes were in front of him. The young man in yellow who was still there just stood in front of him.