After watching this fight, Jiao Fei suddenly thought to himself: "Even I can see that the old Taoist is much stronger than the yellow-robed Taoist, why doesn't the yellow-robed Taoist feel the same? He was so proud just now, as if he had won the game, but he was not pretending. Could it be that he couldn't tell the strength of his opponent? It can't be that his magic is worse than mine." Jiao Fei thought of this and felt it was unlikely. Obviously, the magic displayed by the yellow-robed Taoist was a hundred times stronger than his shallow magic power that he had only practiced for more than a month. He couldn't figure out this mystery, so he planned to go back to the Taoist temple and ask his master. At this time, another big man with a curly beard jumped onto the high platform. Purple lightning burst out from his hands. He looked unparalleled in power. He raised his hands to send thunder, as majestic as a god. This time, the old Taoist priest was extremely spirited. He not only turned his whisk into a large silver net, but also turned a strand of the whisk's silver thread into a silver whip, which flew like a dragon, and almost knocked the bearded man off the stage several times.

This fight was more exciting than the previous one. Jiao Fei was so absorbed in watching that he turned his head occasionally, only to see that Su Huan seemed absent-minded, with a pair of beautiful eyes staring at the crowd. He followed Su Huan's gaze and happened to see the beggar dancing with the red-scaled snake. He was slightly stunned and thought, "What's so good about this beggar? Su Huan seems to have a grudge against him, but if this beggar goes on stage, I'm afraid that the two together would not be his opponent."

The old Taoist priest fought with the bearded man for only an incense stick of time, and an order was issued from the imperial city tower, asking the two families to stop fighting and summon the two men to the palace for a treat. The two men performed differently and were led into the palace by the eunuchs, which made the people in the audience very envious. Before long, another Hu monk stepped on the colorful light and went up to the high platform. This time, no one had to go up to fight. The imperial palace issued another decree to call this Hu monk into the palace.

Only then did Jiao Fei understand that the original reed mat fight did not necessarily have to determine the winner. As long as the person who went up showed his magic power, he would be summoned into the palace. Obviously, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty did not care who won or lost. As long as he had the ability, he would invite him. As long as he could extend his life by a century, the more people with ability, the better.

In a blink of an eye, thirteen or fourteen people were summoned into the palace. The eunuchs ran in and out, which was quite lively. Those who had no ability and only had a few magic tricks to deceive ghosts, although they were very enthusiastic, could not be summoned by the emperor of the Tang Dynasty. Obviously, there were also experts around the emperor of the Li family.

Jiao Fei accidentally tried to look at the top of the imperial city, and saw a five-clawed golden dragon, hovering on the eaves like clouds and fog, and he could not see anything clearly. Only then did he understand that the saying that the emperor was a real dragon was true. However, the five-clawed golden dragon was dying, and seemed to have no spirit at all, and his old age was exposed.

In the blink of an eye, it was already past noon. The eunuch on the top floor of the imperial city passed down the message that the emperor was gracious and rewarded the mages who participated in the water and land conference with a lunch. Soon, the strong men in the palace carried more than a hundred tables of banquets to Zhuque Street, and all the strange people from all walks of life sat down one by one. The dozen or so people who were selected into the palace naturally had better treatment, which was even better than those on Zhuque Street.

Jiao Fei's stomach gurgled, but he couldn't help but feel a little hungry. Su Huan heard this and smiled: "There must be a lot of food in the Shangshu Mansion, and they can't eat it. Why don't we secretly go to the kitchen to find some food, and then come back to watch the exciting scenes of this water and land conference?"

Jiao Fei hurriedly shook his head and said: "It's already very rare to come out for half a day. If I don't go back, I'm afraid that my master will miss me."

Although the water and land conference, the reed mat battle, is ten times more exciting than the previous parade, Jiao Fei also knows that this reed mat battle may not be finished for ten days or half a month, and he can't just watch it all the time. Although his master Lanli Taoist didn't let him go back early, Jiao Fei deeply cherished this fate of seeking immortality and was always vigilant, not wanting to annoy his master.

After all, life is only a hundred years, and time flies by. Even the emperor of a dynasty also desires to be immortal. Jiao Fei has such a great opportunity, and his heart to the Tao is very firm. He suppressed his mind and said goodbye to Su Huan. Su Huan's face was extremely disappointed, but she and Jiao Fei had never met before, so even if she wanted to keep him, she didn't know what words to use.

Besides, Su Huan came to Chang'an not to see the Water and Land Conference, but to do something else important.

Jiao Fei got off the Dapeng Mingwang Tower, and couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. Su Huan looked pleasant and generous, and the two of them hit it off at first sight. After parting like this, I'm afraid they will never see each other again. Although Jiao Fei didn't know why his master came to Chang'an, he probably wouldn't stay in this prosperous place for a long time. In the future, he didn't know whether he would be at the end of the world or in a deep mountain cave. The chance of meeting Su Huan again was very small.

He was about to find a way to leave the Shangshu Mansion, but accidentally turned his head and saw a pillar of black gas on the Dapeng Mingwang Tower, rising dozens of feet into the sky. He was shocked and said in a daze: "I didn't see any movement on the tower just now, how come such a high black gas is rising? I heard from my master that the four schools of Xuanshen, Shiza, and Shiza have different practices and their spiritual lights are also very different, but this black gas is filthy and evil. It must be a cultivator who is not a human. Only a monster that has devoured countless lives can release such a dark evil spirit." Jiao Fei remembered that Su Huan was still on the tower, so he hurried back. The Dapeng Mingwang Tower has a total of thirteen floors. Although Jiao Fei practiced the Black Water True Method and his physical strength increased greatly, he was still out of breath after going up and down. After finally climbing to the twelfth floor, Jiao Fei heard a man's voice, and he smiled grimly: "Madam Su, you have also practiced Taoism for five hundred years, but you are definitely not my opponent. If you surrender, I will take your inner elixir and let your remaining soul live. If you insist on resisting, my Hun Tian Banner is still short of a few main souls, and I will not be polite to you when I capture you later."

"It is indeed a demon, but how can Miss Su Huan be Madam Su? Is she the concubine of the current emperor?"

Jiao Fei was sharp-minded, and did not rush up in one go, but hid at the entrance of the stairs, looking up, and saw a black-robed Taoist priest about fifty years old, holding a 18-foot-long banner. The pole of the long banner seemed to be made of fine steel, but the banner surface was woven with something unknown, dark and painted with the stars of the Zhoutian. The black-robed Taoist priest flipped the long banner in his hand at will, and there was a faint breath like fog, swirling and entwining on the banner surface.