Yi Shijun, who is named Tang Ao, is particularly dissatisfied with one thing: Zuo Liuying is about to hold the "Nasty Soul Conference", but his name is called "Xiaohui".

But there is no way. Now everyone speculates that Zuo Liuying is the spokesperson for the ancestor to stay in the world. Some even speculates that the real Zuo Liuying has long been dead. Now he has been taken over by the ancestor. In this way, no one dares to offend him. Fu Huangcheng dares to hold a Nascent Soul Conference, which is regarded as a bold move.

Even such a small provocation is considered too ostentatious, especially after experiencing a battle to destroy mountains, the talisman masters of the Yunying Society were frightened. If even a few Taoist priests in Fuhuangcheng could not resist, what qualifications would be to hold the Nascent Soul Conference?

A group of talisman masters came in a fierce manner, just to tell the chief that they were afraid and did not want to show up to attract attention. This time, there was no mountain, and the city might be destroyed next time. The talisman masters of the Yunxing Society did not know the chief's true identity. They either ran too far or were busy escaping their lives, but they didn't hear the conversation on the mountain.

Yi Shijun hates handling chores the most. After returning to Fuhuang City to settle a group of children in Chufeng Mountain, he hid in his own business. The servant told him several times that he ignored it. He did not allow the talisman masters to select representatives to come to the study to see him.

Yi Shijun returned to his old look and hugged in the chair and hummed.

Three representatives of the talisman masters entered the house, bowed to the chief, and said a few words of politeness. The old demon could see at a glance that the real person in charge was the youngest Mao Bupo. He ran fast on the mountain and even lost the lion mount. At this time, he looked serious, as if he had experienced a life-and-death battle and finally saved the safety of the whole city.

After a few words, Mao Bupo went straight to the point, "Chairman, the Nascent Soul Conference will be held tomorrow, you have to come forward to preside over the overall situation."

"Ah? Is there anything else I need to host? Haven't it all been arranged?" Yi Shijun pretended to be confused as usual.

"This... Chief, you know many Taoist priests. You should have invited them. If there are Taoist priests in charge, you can only handle this Nascent Soul Meeting, otherwise, everyone would not even dare to come."

"Oh, don't worry, there will be Taoist priests, and those who should come to attend the meeting will also come."

"So we can claim to the public that there will be a Taoist priest to protect him tomorrow?"

"Yes, we still have to pay attention to the hospitality. Let's just say whatever people like to listen to."

The three talisman masters looked at each other and called out "Old fox" in their hearts. Mao Bupo took two steps forward, "There is one more thing, the one named Luo Xiaoliuer..."

"Um."

"How did the chief hand over the Fuhuang City to him? He is a member of the Ancient God Sect. He has learned a few tricks of talisman techniques. He is not the talisman master of our Yunxing Society at all."

"I've done this?"

The three talisman masters nodded at the same time, and Mao Bupo said: "When the mountain outside the city was destroyed, the teacher flew away, he personally said with a spell, 'During the time when the chief was away, the lion rider was the city lord."

"It seems that this is the case. I'm back now. Of course, I'm still the city lord. That kid didn't have any unfair thoughts, right?"

"That's not. Luo Xiaoliuer doesn't have the courage, but..." Mao Bupo seemed very embarrassed. Yi Shijun didn't urge him, his eyes closed halfway, and he would seem to be about to fall asleep again. Mao Bupo coughed, "Sir, your words have caused a lot of trouble to Fu Huangcheng."

"Ah, please...what did I say? Oh. Don't care about the city lord, I just said something casually, how much trouble can it cause?"

"The chief meant at that time... it seemed... he didn't trust the talisman master in the association, so he entrusted the city lord to an outsider. The talisman master in the city could not convince the public. Even the long-haired lion...ah. The ungrateful beast doesn't recognize me anymore. The people in the city are going to please the ancient gods. In your words, Yunxinghui will be in a waste of money for two years."

"So serious?"

"Not." The three talisman masters said in unison. This was the real purpose of their coming to meet the master.

"Do you think there is a way to remedy?" Yi Shijun showed a little confused.

The three talisman masters looked at each other again, but Mao Bubo said: "The only remedy now is to the chief and expel the ancient gods from the Fuhuang City." Another talisman master added: "It is better to add a little explanation, just say that the 'little rider' mentioned by the chief at that time was actually Mao's talisman master."

Yi Shijun nodded, "I should mean Xiaomao at that time. Why did I hand over the good Fu Huangcheng to a stupid boy? I don't even know him."

The talisman masters smiled and were satisfied. Mao Bupo said: "Since that's the case, will the chief be corrected as soon as possible? After all, tomorrow is the Nascent Soul Meeting, and there is not much time left to prepare."

"Okay, that's it. You guys immediately go and call the talisman masters, people and guests from all over the city, and I'll prepare it."

The three talisman masters did not expect things to be resolved so smoothly. They said happily, and Yi Shijun smiled and saw him off. When the door closed, he said to himself: "The sky is about to collapse, and they are still thinking about who will take charge. Humans are really strange races." After thinking for a while, "The demon race is almost the same." After thinking for a while, "Hey, even me is almost the same. It's time, and I'm still thinking about competing with Zuo Liuying... No, I must fight, I must fight."

Yi Shijun looked down on the talisman master who was fighting for power, but his competitive spirit became more and more prosperous. He summoned his servants to serve him and rinse his mouth and change his clothes. Not long after, Mao Bupo came to invite the chief master in person. The talisman master's actions were surprisingly fast this time, and he had summoned tens of thousands of people in the city to the talisman test site.

The Futa Test Field is located in the corner of Fuhuang City, equivalent to the military camp of the Yunyinghui. There is a large open space facing a city tower, where the chief can speak.

Yi Shijun sat in a wide armchair and carried it outside the house by Mao Bupo and his servants, and then dozens of talisman masters gave it to the city tower gently and flutteredly without having to move a finger on his whole journey. The old demon enjoyed this kind of life very much and accepted it calmly.

Most of the residents of Fuhuang City have actually been called to the venue by the talisman masters, and many guests escaped, and only some of them came back afterwards, mingling among the people, hesitating about whether to participate in tomorrow's Nascent Soul Meeting.

Yi Shijun looked down and saw a small group of people from the Ancient God Cult. The first route of the church, Guizhen and Luo Xiaoliuer, followed several believers, all of whom were cold-faced, and there was obviously a power struggle.

Yi Shijun was very satisfied and his eyes turned. He saw doubts, disputes and divisions everywhere. Everyone had their own ideas, but they were unable to make up their minds, so they were guarding against each other.

He was even more satisfied.

Mao Bupo stepped forward and whispered: "Chairman, you can start."

Yi Shijun nodded.

Mao Bupo issued a paper talisman, and the sound was roaring, indicating that everyone in the venue would stop making noise, and then said loudly: "Everyone, the chief of the Yunxing Society, Tang Da Talisman, wants to announce something."

Yi Shijun muttered a few words that he couldn't hear clearly, and immediately several talisman masters sacrificed talismans at the same time to help him amplify his voice.

"Uh, this... well, I want to say a few things. First of all, everyone was frightened, and there was nothing scary about it. The Taoist priest came and the Taoist priest left, leaving a corpse. This corpse is not simple. His name is Zhao Chuye. He used to be Grandmaster Xingshan. He wanted to destroy Fuhuang City, but what was the result?"

Yi Shijun kept nagging, and Mao Bupo whispered behind him: "Chief, let's talk about the important matter first."

"Ah, the second thing, yesterday, I accidentally appointed a new city lord temporarily, which caused some misunderstandings for everyone."

Many eyes looked at Luo Xiaoliuer of the Ancient God Sect, and his face turned red suddenly. Instead, the lion standing beside him held his head and chest up, looking at everyone. It was this lion who won a lot of support for Luo Xiaoliuer. Even the first way of the sect was restored to the truth for a while, and he did not dare to act rashly.

Yi Shijun turned his head and smiled at the dozens of talisman masters in the city tower, and continued: "After thinking about it, there is only one way to relieve everyone's misunderstanding: let's turn the temporary appointment into permanent. Luo Xiaoliuer of the Ancient God Cult will be the lord of the Fuhuang City from now on, and I abdicate."

There was an uproar on the city and under the city. Yi Shijun waved his hand and said that before he finished speaking, he poked out half of his body and said to the stunned Luo Xiaoliuer: "You have to think of yourself a more majestic name. Luo Xiaoliuer, how can you be the city lord?"

Luo Xiaoliuer was speechless. Yesterday's temporary appointment had already made him anxious, and another permanent appointment came. He could hear it clearly at that time and knew that Tang Ao was Yi Shijun. He had never revealed it to anyone. Now he felt that this old demon had ulterior motives.

Lu Guizhen, who was next to him, changed his face and colored. He bowed his hands and gritted his teeth and said, "Congratulations, Lord Luo, the Ancient God Sect will depend on you in the future."

The city was even more chaotic, and dozens of talisman masters rushed over and surrounded the chief team. Mao Bubo's face turned red, "Chief, you, what do you mean."

Yi Shijun smiled, "Don't be anxious, you will understand the profound meaning of this move later. I am saving you."

The talisman masters wanted to break their heads and didn't understand the chief's intentions. Seeing that he was confident, they had to retreat temporarily and wink at each other.

"Everyone, calm down, I have a third thing to announce. This matter is the most important thing, and it concerns the safety of everyone in the city."

The crowd in the venue finally calmed down again.

"The Fuhuang City has always been safe in the troubled times because we have Taoist priests as friends. Now, I want to announce something particularly important." Yi Shijun turned around and smiled at the talisman masters, then turned around and smiled at the crowd under the city, "You have been fooled, Fuhuang City has no Taoist friends at all. Some Taoist priests that appeared before were all changed by me."

There was no uproar, there was a silence, as if no one understood the true meaning of these words.

Mao Bupo said first, "Chief, are you, are you being stolen? Don't joke in front of so many people."

"Haha, sorry, sorry, the joke has gone too far." Yi Shijun turned around and bowed, "The truth is this. There is indeed no Taoist friend, and I am not Tang Ao. I am the demon Shijun of all the souls. I will protect this city as long as you are willing to believe it..."

The Fuhuang City was in an uproar, the people cried and howled, the cultivators ascended the weapon, the talisman master sacrificed the talisman to escape, and some even issued attacking spells to Yi Shijun... But no one could leave the talisman test field, and there were invisible restrictions everywhere, running, unable to escape, flying, unable to fly.

Looking at the panicked crowd, Yi Shijun was completely satisfied, "The last thing is that the Nascent Soul Conference is renamed the Nascent Soul Conference! Zuo Liuying, prepare to see my skills!"

Mao Bubo was furious and pulled out his casual dagger and rushed up to stab the chief's back.

With a puff, Yi Shijun disappeared, leaving a sentence in the air, "Do you still want to be the city lord?"

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