PS: Today is the first time.
After sending out the Howling Lake Golden Sword, Daoist Xu lingered in place for a while. Feeling that it was about time, he took out the talisman from a stone box and dragged his feet out.
When he was in front of Zhang Yan, he raised his hands and presented the talisman with a smile. "Daoist Zhang, the talisman is here. With this, you can control this Heavenly Cauldron."
Monastery Head Qiao was overjoyed. As long as he got the talisman and asked for the incantation, he wouldn't have to be afraid even if someone else came.
However, just as the talisman was about to be handed to him, a shout came from the sky. "Wait!"
Daoist Xu blinked and nimbly put the talisman back into his sleeves.
In truth, there was no harm in handing over the talisman. The sect was afraid that someone would use it to cause trouble, so the incantation would be changed every month. The two attendants took turns using it, so other than him, no one else knew about it.
Monastery Head Qiao was dissatisfied with his actions and snorted angrily. Turning his head, he saw a ray of light flying to the top of the clouds. After the light dissipated, three people came out. One of them was an old woman with a head full of white frost. She was short, not even three feet tall. She held an eight-section python staff and was accompanied by two middle-aged women.
She didn't even look at Zhang Yan and Monastery Head Qiao. She just said coldly to Daoist Xu, "Xu Jing, what did I say in my letter? How could you give the talisman to someone else?"
Daoist Xu lowered his head and put on a wronged expression. He cupped his hands. "Please forgive me, Daoist Wang. It's just that Daoist Zhang said that with the sect master's talisman in hand, I'm just a guard. How could I dare to disobey? "
"Sect master's talisman?"
Only then did Daoist Wang turn his head and look at Zhang Yan seriously. He felt that he looked familiar. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but be shocked. He thought to himself, "Could it be Zhang Yan of Clear Nether Lake?"
Daoist Xu was also a schemer. He was afraid that if he revealed Zhang Yan's identity, Wang Zhenren would not come and take it out on him. Therefore, the Golden Sword of the Howling Lake did not say anything, but only urged the sword light urgently, which made it obvious that something had changed.
Wang Zhenren didn't know what was going on and rushed over as soon as he received the golden sword. If she had known Zhang Yan's identity earlier, she might have considered it. But now that she was here, she was in a difficult position.
Chancellor Qiao moved to Zhang Yan's side and said in a low voice, "This person is from the Glittering Jewel Cave Abode. Perfected Qin's fifth disciple, Perfected Wang Xiangrong. "
Although Daoist Master Qin took in many disciples. However, there were only five who achieved Yuanying, and three of them had already died of old age.
Apart from Zhong Muqing, only Wang Xiangrong and a woman called Bi Qingyan were still cultivating in the residence.
Wang Xiangrong secretly scolded Daoist Xu a few times, but on the surface, she had to be polite and said, "So it's Zhenren Zhang, this old one greets you."
She took hold of her crutch and bowed slightly.
Zhang Yan smiled and also cupped his hands to return the greeting.
Wang Xiangrong coughed and said, "This old one has heard of it. Sect Master Uncle had ordered Zhenren Zhang to stay in seclusion for five years and not to hear about the matters of the sect. But Zhenren Zhang, why aren't you meditating and cultivating in the residence? What are you doing here? "
If it was another cave abode, she could still rely on the name of the Glittering Jewel Cave Abode to do things, but Zhang Yan was different. Putting aside the fact that he was one of the top ten disciples in the sect, his teacher, Zhou Chongju, was the Dao companion of her teacher, Qin Yu. Relying on the sect alone was not enough to suppress him, so she could only think of a solution from elsewhere.
Before Zhang Yan could speak, Chancellor Qiao had already taken a step forward and said, "I'm sure Wang Zhenren Zhang has heard it Just now. Zhenren Zhang is here on the orders of the sect master, not to disobey the decree. "
Wang Xiangrong mumbled something and said helplessly, "Zhenren Zhang, how about I make a deal with you?"
Zhang Yan smiled and said, "Zhenren Zhang, please speak."
Wang Xiangrong pulled herself together and said, "Zhenren Zhang should know that my Martial Nephew, Zhong Muqing, will be going to the Sixteen Sects Sword Competition Assembly in five years. He needs the Lofty Cloud Watchtower to protect him. It's just that it will take a long time to refine the restriction. If I let Zhenren Zhang rush over first and delay it for a few years, I'm afraid it won't be of use anymore. I wonder if Zhenren Zhang can borrow this furnace from my Glittering Jewel Cave Abode first?
Take it as a favor. "Although Zhong Muqing was Zhenren Qin's disciple, he used to be Meng Zhen's disciple. In order to take care of Meng Zhen's reputation, Qin Yu only allowed him to be a disciple of hers. But that was just a title. Zhong Muqing's divine arts and techniques were all taught by her personally.
If Zhenren Qin didn't ascend, he would die at the end of his lifespan. Zhong Muqing was one of the top ten disciples. If he became a cave in the future, he could still maintain the Glittering Jewel Cave Abode. His success or failure could be said to be related to the future of the cave abode, so everyone would do their best to help him.
Wang Xiangrong was also Zhenren Qin's disciple. Seeing that she was going to die at the end of her lifespan, in order to win her master's favor, she took the initiative to take on the task of refining the restriction. First, she borrowed many restriction refining experts from the aristocratic families with Zhenren Qin's reputation. Then, she sent a letter to the Earthly Fire Heavenly Furnace. She thought that it was already safe, but she didn't expect that there would be a problem at the last moment.
Zhang Yan smiled and said without giving in, "I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint Zhenren Wang. I'm here on the order of the sect master, so I have no choice."
Wang Xiangrong was suddenly speechless. She knew that this matter couldn't be persuaded by words. Her face darkened, and she said, "Zhenren Zhang, if this Heavenly Furnace is occupied by you, I don't know how long it will take. You also know that you can't go to the sword competition, so you're not in a hurry to use this thing. Now it's clear that you're going against the Glittering Jewel Cave Abode. What are your intentions?"
There weren't many Yuanying cultivators in the sect who were qualified to ride the Great Lofty Cloud Tower. This sword competition also involved the battle of the Devil's Doctrine and Xuanmen. To ensure that nothing went wrong, people like Huo Xuan, Luo Qingyu, and the others had to use the Great Lofty Cloud Tower to protect them.
Huo Xuan had the Chen Clan to rely on, and he himself had entered the Yuanying for decades. He had already arranged the restriction of the Great Lofty Cloud Tower. Luo Qingyu was Zhenren Yan's disciple. With the treasure in hand, there was no need to worry about refining the restriction.
Only Zhong Muqing was different. If he wanted to refine the restriction, he could only go to the Fangchen Courtyard to ask.
Originally, he was not in a hurry. Even if Qincang School didn't have the Heavenly Furnace to use, he could still go to Pingdu Sect to refine it. However, Zhang Yan killed Elder Hu, and only received a small punishment of being locked up for five years. The relationship between the two sects hadn't been reconciled yet, so he could only think of a way in the sect first.
Zhang Yan sneered and looked over, saying, "Zhenren Wang, why do you say that? I don't have such intentions. If you're not willing to let go, then there's no need to say more. You and I will fight here, and the loser will leave. What do you think?"
Wang Xiangrong couldn't help but hesitate. Since Zhang Yan killed Elder Hu, what he had done in the Middle Pillar State and Donghai had also been dug out. Now his fierce reputation was too great. She felt that she was not his opponent, but she was also unwilling to retreat. She thought to herself, "I'm not his opponent alone. Why don't I call my junior sister over? The two of us can work together. I don't believe that we can't suppress his arrogance."
After making up her mind, she opened her mouth and said, "Okay, I will agree to Zhenren Zhang's request. However, Zhenren Qiao is here, and I need to ask someone to make a decision."
Zhang Yan nodded and said, "Of course."
Wang Xiangrong raised her hand, and a middle-aged woman behind her took out a pen and paper. She wrote a line of words and put it away. Then she cast a spell into the air, and the talisman flew away without a trace.
After waiting quietly for half an hour, she saw a conveyance light on the cloud. Wang Xiangrong quickly pulled up the cloud and went to meet it.
But when she saw who it was, she couldn't help but be startled.
The other party wasn't her junior sister, but a round-faced youth. This person wore a bamboo hat, a coarse shirt, and a pair of straw sandals. He held a fishing rod on his back, and his eyes were very bright. After seeing her, he smiled and said, "You must be Martial Nephew Wang?"
Wang Xiangrong was surprised and said, "Who are you?"
The youth smiled and said, "I am Shen Baishuang. Just Now I am a guest in Linlang Cave Mansion. I saw that you sent a letter and heard about what happened here. Since I have nothing to do, I will make a trip on behalf of Martial Nephew Bi."
Wang Xiangrong quickly knelt down on the cloud and said with surprise, "So Martial Uncle is here. Please accept Martial Nephew Rong's bow."
Shen Baishuang's face was full of smiles. He raised his hands and said, "Martial Nephew, please rise. I don't have that many rules here."
Wang Xiangrong was relieved and stood up. She knew that this Martial Uncle was the disciple of the original Grand Elder Zhuo Yuming. Not only was his seniority very high, he was also a Yuanying Third Tier cultivator, and was only a step away from Grotto-Heaven Realm. Zhang Yan was definitely not his opponent. She couldn't help but sneer and say, "With this Martial Uncle supporting me, let's see if Zhang Yan dares to fight with me like this."
Shen Baishuang looked at Zhang Yan, but there was not a trace of hostility in his eyes. He just asked curiously, "Are you Zhang Yan?"
Zhang Yan cupped his hands and bowed, "Yes."
Shen Baishuang smiled and said, "Martial Nephew Zhang, I heard that your Flying Sword Killing Technique is very good. I have recently refined a magic sword, and I don't know if it can be used on stage, so I want to try it on you. Are you willing to help me?"
Zhang Yan smiled and said casually, "Zhenren, please make your move!"
Shen Baishuang's eyes lit up, and he nodded and praised, "Alright, take it!"
He stretched out his hand and pointed downwards, and a violent wave was cast down. Jade beads splashed everywhere, spiraling gracefully in the air. The magic sword was drawn to the front of the wave, and only an indiscernible sword edge could be seen. The body of the sword seemed to have blended into the wave of spiritual Qi, and it was unclear whether it was long or short, hard or soft.
With a command in Zhang Yan's heart, the Stellar Sword Pellet swiftly flew out and sprayed out a sword light that was like a graceful swan. Within the boundless waves of water, it extremely accurately found the tip of the sword and slashed upwards!
Like a drop of water falling into a spring, there was a ding sound. The magic sword was hit, and it suddenly turned into clear water. It brushed past the Sword Pellet and actually turned into two sword flows, attacking downward.
Zhang Yan didn't show any weakness, and with a shout, the Sword Pellet shook and split into two sword lights. They went to meet each other, but when they came into contact with the sword flow, there was another clear sound, and the sword flow turned into four, still flying over with the same momentum.
The Stars Sword Pellet suddenly split again, and this time, another four sword lights flew out and collided with the sword flow.
After hearing a few soft sounds, when he looked at the sword stream again, it had already turned into eight streams.
Zhang Yan squinted his eyes slightly. The sword flow actually didn't come fast. Originally, the two of them were five hundred feet apart, but after three clashes, it had unknowingly shrunk to within two hundred feet. With just one move, it would probably reach his inner circle.
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