"You guys, it's the first time I've seen Jian Shili so enthusiastic in so many years."
The drunkard looked at Zhang Yi with a smile and joked.
"But to be honest, do you know how to condense the God-Slaying Sword?"
The drunkard has been holding on to this question for a while and has not asked until now.
Zhang Yi shook his head thoughtfully and said, "No, if I knew the way to gather, I would naturally take the opportunity to knock them."
He didn't want to cause trouble for the drunkard, and the idea that the sword in his body was the prototype of the God-Slaying Sword was just a guess.
"If you can condense the God-Slaying Sword, you may become the first God-Slaying Sword in the future."
The drunkard showed a yearning look on his face. He would fall to this point because he was given by the gods, so he naturally felt resentment in his heart.
"Why can't the Emperor of Heaven kill the gods?"
In Zhang Yi's impression, Emperor Tian is the most powerful person in the fairy world. Is it really just because he lacks a magic weapon?
"The gods are immortal, and only a specific way can they completely die, and this may require the legendary God-Slaying Sword."
"It is rumored that the sword of God-Slaying was forged by our ancestor Tianqing, and it is precisely because it was made by his hands that he had the power of God-Slaying."
Every time I mention the drunken madman from Tianqing, I always look admiring. I think this should be an emotion from the bottom of my heart.
"Oh? There is still this source?"
Zhang Yi was a little surprised and became more and more curious about the missing ancestor Tianqing.
"That's right, the Tianqing Holy Academy was in full swing back then, and no one could match it, just behind..."
When he said this, the drunkard sighed, his face looked sad and did not continue to say it. He waved his hand and paused, "Forget it, it's all old things, it's better not to mention it."
"But this time, you kid has changed so easily and broke through the Immortal Sword Formation and received all the blessings from the sword spirits. Wouldn't you scare the sect leader and the others this time?"
The drunkard smiled and patted Zhang Yi on the shoulder and said.
"There is something that depends on people. There are many friends and multiple ways, so I will naturally have to solve the troubles I caused."
If it weren't for the Destiny Map mission, he wouldn't bother to go to the Immortal Sword Sect to do so much, which also proves that sometimes people really need to force it.
Looking back carefully throughout the journey, I don’t know how many times I was forced by the Destiny Picture, so that I can achieve today’s achievements.
With the laughter and fighting between the master and the disciples, they returned to the Tianqing Holy Academy a few hours later. When the disciples of the gate guard saw them coming back, they all widened their eyes and informed the sect leader as soon as possible.
"Sect Master, Elder! The Son of God and the others are back!"
The disciples of the gate guard called loudly, and in just a blink of an eye, the mountain gate was surrounded by people.
Ye Wumian and the others did not need to inform the disciples of the gate. When Zhang Yi and the others arrived, they learned the news of their return through their breath.
Ye Wumian and Gu Tianxing and several elders appeared one after another, and looked around Zhang Yihao for a while until he was sure that he was unharmed, he was completely relieved.
"No, how did your cultivation improve?"
Ye Wumian found something wrong and asked in surprise and curiosity.
"You won't go to the Immortal Sword Sect, are you? Instead, you went to other places to look for opportunities? But this is good, at least there are not so many dangers."
Ye Wumian sighed at his own heart.
"Sect Master, who told you that we didn't go to the Immortal Sword Sect?"
The drunkard smiled extremely brightly, and there was a hint of pride in his eyes.
“?????”
In an instant, several people, including Ye Wumian, looked at the master and apprentice of the drunkard, with confusion, "Drunkard, you can't make fun of this matter. Jian Shili is so easy to mess with? Can you go like this
Come back soon? And what's going on with Zhang Yi's cultivation level?"
"Are you guys or me?"
The drunkard smiled meaningfully, and ignored Ye Wumian and the others. Instead, he looked at Zhang Yi and Princess Ziling and asked.
But he asked symbolically, without giving them a chance to answer, and quickly said, "Of course I have a good teaching, let Zhang Yi go to the Immortal Sword Formation..."
"What? Are you crazy? You actually gave Zhang Yi such a slutty idea!"
Hearing this, Ye Wumian looked excited and didn't finish talking to the drunkard, and just gave it a try.
"Hey, aren't people okay now? Why are you talking to me?"
The drunkard could not bear this grievance. He gently patted Ye Wumian's shoulder and signaled him to calm down.
“Huhhhh…”
Ye Wumian took a few deep breaths, looked at Zhang Yi who was safe and sound in front of him and gradually recovered his calmness. He probably understood what was going on in his heart, and reached out and said, "So, Zhang Yi has broken through the Immortal Sword Formation? He is not still here
Have some opportunities been obtained?”
"So, now Zhang Yi is the honorary son of the Immortal Sword Formation? All the grudges with the Immortal Sword Sect have been written off?"
In addition, Ye Wumian never imagined any other possibilities.
"Small, smaller..."
The drunkard nodded as Ye Wumian said, but when he finished speaking, he shook his head and denied it.
“The pattern is small?”
Ye Wumian's lips trembled slightly. His statement was already very bold. Now the drunkard still says that he is smaller in his situation?
"Otherwise, what else can there be?"
Ye Wumian looked at the smug expression of the drunkard and knew that he wanted to show off, but he did not urge him, but asked anxiously.
"You guys will tell me!"
"Break into the Immortal Sword Formation, become the honorary son of the Immortal Sword Sect, resolve the grudges of the Immortal Sword Sect, and get all the sword spirits to be blessed by the Sword Spirit Pavilion of the Immortal Sword Sect, and there will be signs of condensing the sword that kills the gods!"
The drunkard coughed a few times, shouting loudly, and clearly entered the ears of every disciple of Tianqing Shengyuan.
"What?!"
As soon as this statement was made, Ye Wumian, the senior executives of Tianqing Holy Academy, looked at Zhang Yi in disbelief. Others may not know the meaning of it, but they could know it clearly.
"Not only became a famous son of god, but also received all the sword spirits? Are there any signs of condensing that sword?"
Ye Wumian grabbed Zhang Yi's collar and pulled it in front of him. Even his body was trembling slightly when he spoke, which showed his excitement.
The other elders were not much better than him. When they saw Zhang Yijun, they seemed to be seeing a ghost, and their hearts had already been filled with huge waves.
Everyone's eyes and attention were on Zhang Yi, but instead they ignored the drunkard who had announced the news before. This made the drunkard a little embarrassed and protested dissatisfiedly: "Hey, shouldn't you ask me?"
He is my disciple, and how could he achieve what he has today without my teachings?"