Everyone gave the drunkard a big roll of their eyes, obviously not taking his words to heart. No one thought that Zhang Yi's success was due to the drunkard.
But Zhang Yi is the only one who knows that he is closely related to Drunken Maniac. Even though Drunkard Maniac is usually unreliable and carefree, he will always step forward at critical moments.
"Master is right, he indeed contributed a lot."
At the critical moment, Zhang Yi also stood up and vindicated the drunkard.
"Did you hear that? This is what he said himself. Don't try to bury my achievements."
Zhang Yi's words could be said to have touched the heart of the alcoholic madman. He immediately raised his head arrogantly and looked around with proud eyes, as if he was the most dazzling person in the world.
"Okay, Uncle Bartender, please stop making trouble. Our Tianqing Holy Courtyard will never forget your contribution."
Ye Wumian really couldn't resist the drunk maniac, so he shouted with a helpless expression.
After that, he directly passed over the drunk maniac, grabbed Zhang Yi and asked excitedly: "Tell me quickly how to condense the god-killing sword?"
"I have no idea."
Zhang Yi shook his head honestly.
"How is that possible? Isn't it rumored that if you get the blessings from all the sword spirits, you will be able to condense the God-Slaying Sword?"
Ye Wumian's face was filled with doubt, or to be more precise, it was disbelief, because he had already determined that Zhang Yi must know how to condense the God-Destroying Sword.
"Let's go, there are many people here, let's take a step to talk!" #@$&
Ye Wumian looked around with a vigilant expression, and without waiting for Zhang Yi to respond, he grabbed him and ran towards the Elder Hall, followed closely by Drunken Madman and the others.
In the dean's hall of Tianqing Holy Temple, Zhang Yi and Ye Wumian stood opposite each other. He grabbed Zhang Yi's shoulders with a cautious look on his face and said, "Zhang Yi, I don't know if you know the relationship between God-Slaying Sword and Tianqing Holy Temple."
relationship, but if this sword can be condensed, it will definitely not fall into the hands of the Immortal Sword Sect!"
"Promise me that no matter what serious promises the Immortal Sword Sect makes in the future, you will not agree to their requests."
"Okay?"
Ye Wumian's eyes were full of expectation, staring at Zhang Yi intently, waiting for his reply.%&(&
This was the first time that Zhang Yi saw Ye Wumian who was so arrogant. He also said solemnly: "Okay, I promise you!"
Originally, he had no intention of handing over the God-Slaying Sword to the Immortal Sword Sect from the beginning. Handing over such a magical weapon would only cause problems. The best choice is of course to keep it in his own hands.
"But Dean, I don't know how to condense the God-Slaying Sword."
Zhang Yi reacted quickly, worried that Ye Wumian said this deliberately to trick him.
A strange look flashed in Ye Wumian's eyes, and he nodded: "I know, but you are the most likely person to condense the God-Slaying Sword now. It won't take long for this news to spread throughout the three realms. By then, you
You will become the target of public criticism, remember... never leave the fairy world!"
"We can still protect you in the fairy world, but we may not be able to protect you in the demon world."
Ye Wumian also began to think about Zhang Yi's safety. After all, this matter involved too much and there was no guarantee that no one else would be interested.
"Thank you, Dean, for reminding me. I won't leave the fairy world unless I have to."
Zhang Yi also understood the reason, and it was difficult for him to leave the fairy world at this time.
At this moment, Jiu Kuang and the others also came over one after another, but this time Jiu Kuai was extremely quiet and just stood quietly beside Zhang Yi, as if he was an eternal guardian.
"Dean, I know what you are thinking. If one day Zhang Yi can condense the god-killing sword, the ownership of that sword will also belong to him. I hope it won't be too ugly then."
Previously, even if the drunk maniac was not present, he could roughly guess what Ye Wumian was going to say to Zhang Yi, so he gave him a vaccination in a serious manner.
"Uncle Wine Master, you have misunderstood me. I do not want to take possession of the God-Slaying Sword. For me, Tianqing Holy Academy, it is enough as long as this sword does not fall into the hands of the Immortal Sword Sect."
"If there is such a day, I naturally hope that Zhang Yi can control the God-Slaying Sword, so that he can enhance the power of our Tianqing Holy Academy."
Ye Wumian smiled bitterly, waved his hands and explained.
"So good."
The alcoholic maniac secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that the pattern of Ye Wumian would become smaller, and if he lost his sense of proportion in the God-Slaying Sword, he would have picked up the sesame seeds and lost the watermelon.
At this moment, three powerful auras came towards us, the leader of which was none other than Jing Tianchao among the three supreme elders, "Zhang Yi, do you really not know how to condense the God-Slaying Sword? Or do you?
Deliberately concealing it and not reporting it?"
Jing Tianchao had a deep hatred for Zhang Yi since he didn't hand over the Immortal Emperor's bones to him last time, and would jump out from time to time to cause trouble for Zhang Yi. As for the two Supreme Elders behind him, they looked helpless.
They kept shaking their heads, obviously they didn't want to get involved in this matter.
Zhang Yi couldn't help but frown when he saw Jing Tianchao, a look of displeasure flashed in his heart, and he didn't give him a good look, saying in a cold voice: "What does it have to do with you?"
"How dare you be rude to this elder!"
Jing Tianchao shouted angrily and raised his hands with a surge of momentum, which condensed into a golden handprint in the void and pressed towards Zhang Yi. The Elder's Hall instantly became tense.
"Elder Jing, calm down!"
Ye Wumian silently stood in front of Zhang Yi, waved his sleeves and dispersed the handprint, and said with a gloomy expression.
"Ye Wumian! How long will you continue to indulge him? It is because of your indulgence that Tianqing Holy Academy has such an uneducated person."
The more Jing Tianchao talked, the more excited he became, and his words became more and more excessive.
"You damn old man! That's enough for you, don't go too far!"
The first person who couldn't help it was the alcoholic lunatic. He angrily pointed at the tip of Jing Tianchao's nose and yelled, "I'll call you Supreme Elder to give you face. If I don't give you face, you can rely on me to defend myself!"
"Relying on defense?"
Jing Tianchao didn't react at first, so he muttered something, and his expression suddenly changed. He pointed at the drunk maniac with trembling fingers, and was speechless for a long time. He was obviously very angry.
"Who is saying that there is no distinction between teachings? Who is saying that there are three kinds of teachings and nine kinds of things? He is my disciple, and it is not your turn to point fingers. If you continue to be so ignorant, don't blame me for being unkind!"
The drunk maniac was angry. He seemed to have changed. The aura on his body became extremely terrifying at this moment. It was like an invincible god of war descending. There was a horrifying murderous intention and resentment in his body, which made people feel awe.
, especially his cold and ruthless eyes full of vicissitudes of life, one glance seems to make people sink into it for thousands of years.
"Is this the true face of Master?"
Zhang Yi raised his head and looked at the drunkard maniac beside him, and his heart had already stirred up waves. At this time, he seemed to have truly known the drunkard maniac, the drunkard maniac who killed people who made the three worlds tremble!