From the moment Zhang Yan teleported to the front of the Golden Spirit Elder, to pulling out his sword and decapitating him, it was all in the blink of an eye. Only when he returned with the head did everyone react.
Du Shixun suddenly stood up from his seat. His eyes flickered with divine lights, and his face was filled with excitement. He glanced at the few Elders around the altar with disdain, and then he started laughing loudly. Xing Fuliu, who was sitting beside him, was even more dumbfounded and could only stare blankly.
Elder Yan's movements paused, he held onto his beard and did not move. After a long while, he shook his head and said, "I made a mistake, I made a mistake."
Elder Lin and Elder Bai's faces were filled with shock and surprise. Not mentioning the position of the Golden Spirit Elder in Xuan Yue Sect, just by looking at how he easily defeated the three people, used the Ten Thousand Rings to cover the sky, and easily traveled through the air, one could tell how powerful he was. But such a person still died in the hands of Zhang Yan in the blink of an eye. Just how powerful was the latter?
Sect Master Qiao stared blankly. He'd originally given up on this battle and was prepared to wait for the next battle to decide the outcome. But he'd never imagined that the Golden Spirit Elder would actually be killed by a single sword strike from Zhang Yan, and this huge contrast caused him to be momentarily speechless.
Madam Zhao, who was beside him, could not take it anymore and pushed him lightly, saying, "Husband, Zhang Zhenren won, he should be rewarded handsomely."
Sect Leader Qiao then came to his senses and nodded, "Right, right. Someone come, pass on my order. Zhang Zhenren killed an elder of Xuan Yue, according to the gifts, he will be rewarded, and also a celestial city."
Madam Zhao said again, "The Golden Spirit Elder is the great protector of Xuan Yue, he is not an ordinary person. Husband, why don't you invite Zhang Zhenren to the carriage for a chat."
Sect Master Qiao had already calmed down. To be able to win a round against Xuan Yue … To be able to win against Xuan Yue and get rid of the great protector, it was not a bad thing. He said cheerfully, "Madam is right, I have been negligent. Pass on the order, invite Zhang Zhenren to the carriage."
Ten miles away from the carriage, there was a lonely altar. This was where Hui Xuan Elder and his disciples were at.
Because Hui Xuan Elder did not like noise and he was not under Zhongtai, there was a distance between them.
At that moment. He was standing next to Luo Dongchuan. After a while, he slowly withdrew his gaze and said, "Old Man Jin Ling has indeed lost."
Luo Dongchuan wasn't surprised at all. He sneered and said, "I've said it before. Zhang Yan was one of the top ten disciples of Qincang. A first-grade Golden Core was formed. Within a hundred years, he had mastered the Yuanying technique and was the number one swordsman of the Donghua Sixteen Sects. That old man was able to exchange two blows with him. It's not bad. "
Hui Xuan old forefather frowned and thought for a while before saying, "With this kind of person around, it will be disadvantageous to our plans."
Only when Zhong Tai was weak would he have the confidence to convince Sect Leader Qiao to let the Python Tribe in. With Zhang Yan around, Zhong Tai's chances of winning would undoubtedly increase, and this was not what he wanted to see.
Luo Dongchuan lowered his head and pondered for a moment before saying, "There's still no news from my Eldest Brother, so we'll have to endure it for now. I'd also like to advise Fellow Daoist, it's best if your disciple doesn't provoke this person."
Hui Xuan old forefather said indifferently, "There's no need for Fellow Daoist Luo to worry about this. As for how to teach my son, I, Daoren, know what to do."
Luo Dongchuan said indifferently, "I'm just reminding you out of goodwill. Whether you take it or not, it's all up to you."
In order to deal with Zhang Yan, the Python Tribe had already sent messengers to the Middle Pillar Continent to invite Fierce to take action. Before there was any news from the tribe, he didn't want to fight with them.
If it wasn't for the fact that Hui Xuan and Luo Dongchuan could be considered allies and still be of use to the Python Tribe before they succeeded, he wouldn't have bothered to say another word. It would be best if he just let Luo Dongchuan fight until his head bled.
At this moment, Zhang Yan had already returned to the altar. When his feet touched the ground, he threw the head in his hands onto the ground and bowed to Du Shixun. "Fortunately, I didn't disappoint you."
Du Shixun laughed loudly and came up to him. He held his arm and shook it forcefully. "Fellow Daoist Zhang beheaded the enemy with one strike. How awesome! "
Xing Fuliu, on the other hand, squeezed out a smile and also came up to congratulate him. "Fellow Daoist Zhang has made a great contribution and will definitely be appreciated by the sect master."
At this moment, a Daoist boy came over and said, "The sect master has an order to invite Master Zhang to Pu Lao flying carriage for a chat."
Du Shixun laughed again and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, this is a good thing. I'll go with you." He then took half a step forward and said in a low voice, "I wonder where the primordial spirit of Old Jinling is? Could it be that Fellow Daoist released him? "
Zhang Yan smiled and raised his sword. He placed two fingers on the sword's ridge and lightly drew a line. The cold light was like water, reflecting the reflection of a mirror. Inside the mirror, there was a distorted silhouette drifting back and forth. He said, "Old Jinling's primordial spirit is here. As the Great Guardian of Xuan Yue, he must know a lot of secrets. Capture him and give him to Master Zhang as a big gift."
Du Shixun glanced at Zhang Yan. After getting his permission, he took out the sword and looked at it. Not only was the blade sharp, there was also a bloody glow around it. It was obvious that it had drunk a lot of blood. The killing intent was so strong that it made his eyes hurt. It was a rare weapon. He couldn't help but show a strange light in his eyes. He praised, "Good sword!"
Zhang Yan chuckled and took off the scabbard. He handed it to Du Shixun and said, "If Fellow Daoist Du likes it, I'll give it to you."
He had obtained this magic sword from an elder of the Blood Soul Sect during the competition between the Sixteen Sects. Even though it wasn't a supreme treasure, it had the ability to capture and absorb souls. The Golden Spirit Elder had been killed by his sword, and his Origin Spirit had been sucked into the magic sword, unable to escape.
He still had quite a few magic swords like this. He didn't have any use for them, so he gave them away without blinking.
Du Shixun was startled, but he quickly took it and put it back into the scabbard. He said, "Since it's a gift from Fellow Daoist Zhang, I'll accept it."
Xing Fuliu was filled with jealousy. It seemed like Zhang Yan was giving him a sword, but even he could tell that with Du Shixun's temper, he would never take advantage of others. When the time came, he would definitely pay back tenfold. Thinking about how Zhang Yan had already obtained a celestial city, and who knew what other benefits he would get later, Xing Fuliu's eyes turned red.
Unlike Zhong Tai, the atmosphere at Xuan Yue Sect was oppressive.
Sect Master Yang Shuyong stared at the headless corpse that his disciple brought back. He was silent for a long time with a gloomy face. No one noticed that his hands, which were hidden in his sleeves, were trembling slightly.
Even though his original intention was to borrow Zhong Tai's hand to get rid of the Golden Spirit Elder, he was secretly delighted that he didn't get rid of this person. Instead, he became more irritated. At this moment, he raised his head and said, "Which one of you wants to tell me what kind of technique that Daoist Zhang used? Mo Shi Tong, didn't you boast that you are knowledgeable? I'll let you tell me! "
The protector elder who was named paused. He stammered, "Sect Master, when that Daoist Shen used his technique, the clouds surged and the water flowed, and the tides swirled. But this person seemed to be different …"
Before he could finish, Yang Shuyong interrupted him coldly, "Don't waste your breath."
The protector elder could only shut his mouth awkwardly.
After a long time, someone said in a low voice, "This kind of technique, I've never heard of it."
Hearing this, Yang Shuyong suddenly said angrily, "You're all a bunch of trash. This person has such a technique, why did no one report it to me?"
Everyone lowered their heads and didn't dare to breathe too loudly. They didn't know why he was angry. Only the Commanding Elder, Chunyu Ji, could guess the reason.
In terms of cultivation level, few in the sect could compare to the Golden Spirit Elder. If this Daoist Zhang could kill this elder, it meant that he could kill others, even Yang Shuyong. With such an unexpected variable appearing, it was no wonder that the Sect Master lost his composure.
At this moment, a deep voice came from behind, "This person's cultivation level is not low. In our sect, there are very few who can match up to him. Sect Master, don't worry. If we meet again, if this person dares to show himself, I will deal with him."
As soon as this person spoke, the protector elders on both sides immediately showed respect and made a path for him.
A tall cultivator with an imposing appearance walked over. This person wore a wide robe with a bird's crown on his head. As he walked, there seemed to be wind and thunder following him. His eyes were like lightning, frightening people's souls. With one look, one could tell that he was a hero among men.
When Yang Shuyong saw this person, he retracted his imposing manner and said happily, "Zhenren Rong has come out of seclusion?"
Rong Junzhong walked over and looked around. Everyone avoided his gaze. He cupped his hands at Yang Shuyong and said, "Just Now, I have gained something. Thank you, Sect Master, for worrying about me.
Yang Shuyong carefully looked at his face and couldn't help but say happily, "Zhenren Rong's cultivation has indeed improved."
When Rong Junzhong came to Sleeping Star Mountain with the cultivators of Xuan Yue, he seemed to have suddenly understood something. After giving a few simple instructions, he opened up a cave abode and went into seclusion. At that time, Xuan Yue Sect was also very nervous.
Fortunately, at this moment, not only was he fine, he seemed to have gained some sort of comprehension. This was very exciting.
Although Yang Shuyong was the head of the sect, the reason why he could sit in this position was related to Rong Junzhong's support. Thus, he treated him differently from others. He was very polite and asked for guidance, "Now that I, Xuan Yue Sect, lost for a while, according to Zhenren Rong's opinion, what should we do now?"
Originally, the six mountains were sealed, but after Zhang Yan won for a while, he broke an opening. If they wanted to seal it again, it wouldn't be as simple as taking one or two mountains. Although it wasn't impossible, Zhong Tai wouldn't sit and wait for death. The difficulty would definitely increase.
Rong Junzhong didn't answer immediately. He seemed to be thinking of a solution. After a while, he said, "Just Now, I have come out of seclusion and want to find someone to test my divine power on. I will accept the challenge, but before that, I have something to do."
This third level cultivator of Yuanying was very important in the sect. Zhenren He also thought that he was the most likely person to become a grotto-heaven after him and inherit the orthodoxy of Xuan Yue. Thus, Yang Shuyong attached great importance to him. He quickly said, "Zhenren, please speak."
Rong Junzhong said seriously, "Just Now, I saw Daoist Zhang's sword light up and took away Jinling Guardian's Primordial Spirit. Chief has to redeem the Elder's head and Primordial Spirit, otherwise, the people in the sect won't be stable."
Yang Shuyong was shocked. He nodded his head and said, "Thank you for reminding me, Zhenren Rong."
He cursed in his heart. If Zhang Yan directly destroyed Elder Jinling's Primordial Spirit, it would save him a lot of trouble. However, Elder Jinling was still the Great Guardian of the sect. If he knew that his Primordial Spirit was still there, but he still ignored it, other than a few of his trusted subordinates, there wouldn't be many who would be willing to help.
Rong Junzhong looked behind him and said, "Chief, Jinling Guardian is a founding member of the previous generation. Even if Zhong Tai's request is a little harsh, there's no harm in agreeing to it. As long as we win the battle, we don't have to worry about not getting it back."
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