As Ye Wumian left, the eight elders of the inner courtyard also turned around and left, but before leaving, they all looked at the drunkard meaningfully.
"It was a surprise that the Immortal Sword Sect came here this time. It actually gave 50,000 merit points. In this way, it was only 40,000 merit points. It was enough to do four more A-level team tasks."
Judging from their last speed, it is more than enough to complete four Class A team tasks in more than 20 days, especially now that the strength of both of them has improved.
"Master, let's go to the mission hall to select the mission first. Remember the gift you agreed to."
Princess Ziling is also concerned about her meritorious points. This is the first time that the noble princess is so worried about.
"The gift has been prepared a long time ago, it depends on whether you have the ability."
"But before that, do you have to explain to me who the boy on Tianjiu Peak is? He is not from our Tianqing Holy Academy."
The drunkard asked in a deep voice.
"He was a casual cultivator we met when we completed the mission of the Gujing Bride. He intended to be my warrior, so I brought him back."
Zhang Yi knew that this matter must be hidden from the drunkard, and said very frankly.
"Zhang Yi, be extra cautious about the warriors. Not everyone can become your warrior."
The drunkard suddenly became extremely serious.
"I know that only three soldiers are allowed per person in Tianqing Holy Academy, but it is not easy for him to be able to practice to this level, just a casual cultivator."
Zhang Yi nodded perfunctorily. He did not regard the warrior as his own great combat power. The most important thing in the path of cultivation is to rely on himself.
The drunkard saw through Zhang Yi's thoughts at a glance, smiled contemptuously, and without waiting for Zhang Yi and the others to react, he carried the two of them and rushed towards Tianjiu Peak.
When they returned to Tianjiu Peak, Princess Ziling said with a little dissatisfaction: "Master, can you give us some face? After all, we have greatly defeated the spirit of the Immortal Sword Sect!"
"When you can beat me before you can say this to me."
The drunkard said lightly.
"Master, you bully someone!"
Princess Ziling pouted and said coquettishly.
However, the drunkard ignored him and walked straight to Sima Cheng, who was confused.
"My younger generation Sima Cheng has met seniors!"
Sima Cheng quickly realized that the seemingly cynical and even a little sloppy man in front of him was the master of Zhang Yi's brother and sister, and he quickly saluted with a respectful expression.
The drunkard nodded slightly, and his turbid eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, as dazzling as stars. Sima Cheng was staring at him and even felt like he was seen through. He stood there trembling and dared not speak.
"Zhang Yi, remember that every warrior of yours is a comrade-in-arms who fight alongside you. You can hand over your back to him without any defense, so you must not be hasty when selecting warriors!"
The drunkard looked at Sima Cheng while teaching Zhang Yi, "The candidate for warriors depends on character first, and then on talent!"
"Although this kid is a bit good, he is also a person who values love and righteousness, so you can do it!"
After a while, the drunkard closed his eyes, which made Sima Cheng feel that the pressure was greatly reduced and he breathed a sigh of relief, but the cold sweat had already been penetrated by cold sweat.
"Master, how did you see that he is good or lustful?"
Princess Ziling couldn't forget the scene when she saw Sima Cheng for the first time, and couldn't help but ask curiously.
"If you don't have some means to be your master?"
The drunkard glared at Princess Ziling, then explained a few words to Zhang Yi and the others and hurriedly left Tianjiu Peak, not knowing what he was going to do again.
"Little Junior Sister, have you noticed that Master had a faint murderous intent when he left?"
Due to the Immortal Killing Sword, Zhang Yi was extremely sensitive to murderous intent. He just noticed a faint murderous intent on the drunkard. Although he knew that the drunkard was trying hard to hide in front of them, he still couldn't escape.
His perception.
"Murder intent? I didn't feel it. Could it be that Master is going to kill someone this time?"
Princess Ziling shook her head dullly, and then realized it.
"I hope Master will not cause any trouble."
Zhang Yi shook his head. There were probably not many people who could hurt his life with the strength of the drunkard. Now he was afraid that the drunkard would do something earth-shaking.
At this time, Sima Chengcai gradually came back to his country and gasped, saying, "Brother, your master is too terrible. What is his status in the Immortal Sword Sect?"
"Also, I just heard everyone at the foot of the mountain shouting in unison with your name, brother, have you done something earth-shaking?"
"And...and...what's going on with that sword on the top of the mountain? I suddenly came here and the terrifying sword intent almost scared me to death."
Sima Cheng kept asking Zhang Yi like a curious baby.
"Why do you have so many questions?"
Zhang Yi quickly interrupted him, and he probably had many questions if he didn't interrupt him.
"Isn't it too boring to stay on the mountain? There has been such a big deal just now at the bottom of the mountain. I guess something must have happened."
Sima Cheng scratched his head and said embarrassedly.
Princess Ziling was very happy to answer his doubts, "Our master is called the Drunk Madman, he is the sinner of Tianqing Holy Court..."
"sinner!?"
Sima Cheng interrupted Princess Zi Ling, with a look of surprise on his face, and a huge wave in his heart. He really couldn't figure out why he could still stay in Tianqing Holy Courtyard, and even Zhang Yi and Zi Ling were able to
The princess is in charge of the disciple.
"Shut up! Can you stop interrupting me when I speak? I'm so annoying!"
Princess Ziling glared at him and continued, "Then the people from the Immortal Sword Sect just now were going to rob my senior brother, saying that I would let my senior brother go to the Immortal Sword Sect to be a candidate for the Godly Son, so my senior brother naturally disdained...
…”
Princess Ziling said what happened just now very exaggeratedly, which made Sima Cheng stunned. Her eyes looked at Zhang Yi with admiration, "I am worthy of being the eldest brother I chose, but I even have the son of the Immortal Sword Sect.
Rejected!"
"And also killed the Holy Son of the Immortal Sword Sect!"
At this moment, Sima Cheng's admiration for Zhang Yi has risen infinitely, so that Zhang Yi has become the endorsement of the contemporary invincible in his heart. He even began to imagine the scene of following Zhang Yi in this life, "After the elder brother, you will definitely be able to make a breakthrough.
It’s a good name, and I’ll be proud of seeing Senior Sister Ji again.”
"As for that sword, it is the natal immortal sword of the great elder of the inner courtyard of the Immortal Sword Sect..."
Princess Zi Ling pointed to the Yu Bing Sword on the top of the mountain and said lightly.