"You can do it, kid. In all the years I've known Jian Shili, this is the first time I've seen him so enthusiastic."
The drunk maniac looked at Zhang Yi with a half-smile but said jokingly.
"But to be honest, do you know how to condense the God-Slaying Sword?"
The alcoholic maniac has been holding back this question for a while, and he has waited until now to ask it.
Zhang Yi shook his head thoughtfully and said: "No, if I knew how to condense people, I would definitely take the opportunity to give them a blow."
He didn't want to cause trouble to the alcoholic madman, 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 person to slay Gods in the future."
The alcoholic lunatic has a look of yearning on his face. It is only thanks to the Gods that he has fallen to this point, so he naturally feels resentment in his heart.
"Why can't the Emperor of Heaven kill gods?"
In Zhang Yi's impression, the Emperor of Heaven is the most powerful person in the immortal world. Is it really just because of the lack of a magical weapon?
"The gods are immortal, and only a specific method can completely destroy them, and this may require the legendary God-Slaying Sword."
"Speaking of which, it is rumored that the God-Slaying Sword was forged by our ancestor Tianqing. It is precisely because it was made by him that it possesses the power of God-Slaying."
Every time I mention that Tianqing Patriarch's wine lunatic, I always have an expression of admiration on his face. I think this must be an emotion from the bottom of my heart.
"Oh? Is there still this layer of origin?"
Zhang Yi was a little surprised, and became increasingly curious about the missing Tianqing ancestor.
"No, Tianqing Holy Temple was very popular back then, and no one could match it. But behind..."
At this point, the alcoholic maniac sighed, with a sad look on his face and did not continue. He waved his hands and paused: "That's all, these are all old things, so don't mention them."
"But this time, your boy managed to break through the Immortal Sword Formation so easily, and he also received blessings from all the sword spirits. Why don't you scare the sect master and the others this time?"
The drunk maniac patted Zhang Yi on the shoulder and said with a smile.
"It depends on people. If you have many friends and many paths, I will naturally have to solve the troubles I cause."
If it weren't for the Destiny Map mission, he wouldn't bother to go to the Immortal Sword Sect to do so much. This also proves that sometimes people really need to be pushed.
Looking back carefully on this journey, I don’t know how many times I was forced by the destiny map to achieve today’s achievements.
Under the laughter and banter of the three masters and disciples, they returned to Tianqing Holy Monastery a few hours later. When the gatekeeper disciples saw them coming back, their eyes widened and they informed the sect master immediately.
"Sect Master, Elder! The Son of God and the others are back!"
The disciple guarding the gate shouted loudly, and in just the blink of an eye, the mountain gate was filled with people.
However, Ye Wumian and the others did not need to be notified by the gatekeeper disciples at all. When Zhang Yi and the others arrived, they immediately knew the news of their return through their breath.
Elders Ye Wumian and Gu Tianxing appeared one after another and looked around Zhang Yi. They were completely relieved after confirming that he was unharmed.
"No, how did your cultivation improve?"
Ye Wumian discovered something was wrong, and asked with some surprise and curiosity.
"You didn't go to the Immortal Sword Sect, right? Instead, you went somewhere else to look for opportunities? But that's good, at least there's not so much danger."
Nightless sighed to himself.
"Sect Master, who told you that we didn't go to the Immortal Sword Sect?"
The alcoholic maniac smiled brightly, with a hint of pride in his eyes.
"????"
In an instant, several people, including Ye Wumian, looked at the three masters and disciples of Jiu Madman with puzzled faces, "Jiu Madman, this matter can't be a joke. Is Jian Shili so easy to mess with? How can you do this if you go there?"
Come back soon? And what’s going on with Zhang Yi’s cultivation?”
"Should you say it or should I say it?"
The drunk maniac smiled meaningfully and ignored Ye Wumian and the others at all. Instead, he looked at Zhang Yi and Princess Ziling and asked.
But he just asked a symbolic question, without giving them a chance to answer, and said quickly: "Of course I have good teachings, let Zhang Yi go to the Immortal Sword Formation..."
"What? Are you crazy? You actually gave Zhang Yi such a sexy idea!"
Hearing this, Ye Wumian looked excited. He didn't even let the drunken madman finish what he said, and just started talking.
"Hey, aren't you okay now? Why are you so loud to me?"
The alcoholic lunatic couldn't stand this grievance, so he gently patted Ye Wumian's shoulder to tell him to calm down.
"Huhuhu..."
Ye Wumian took a few deep breaths and looked at the safe and sound Zhang Yi before gradually regaining his composure. He also roughly understood what was going on. He stretched out his hand and said, "So Zhang Yi has broken through the Immortal Sword Formation? He is not still there.
Did you get any opportunities?"
"So, now Zhang Yi is the honorary divine son of the Immortal Sword Formation? All the grievances with the Immortal Sword Sect have been wiped out?"
Apart from that, I can't think of any other possibilities.
"It's smaller, the layout is smaller..."
The drunk maniac nodded along with what Ye Wumian said, but when he finished speaking, he shook his head in denial.
"The layout is too small?"
Ye Wumian's lips trembled slightly. His statement was already very bold, okay? Now the drunk maniac is saying that he is too small?
"What else could there be?"
Ye Wumian looked at the drunk maniac's proud expression and knew that he wanted to show off, so he didn't urge him, but asked anxiously.
"You all listen to me!"
"Crush the Immortal Sword Formation, become the honorary divine son of the Immortal Sword Sect, resolve the grievances of the Immortal Sword Sect, enter the Immortal Sword Sect sword pavilion and receive blessings from all the sword spirits, and there will be signs of condensing the God-Slaying Sword!"
The alcoholic maniac coughed a few times and shouted like a loud bell, each word clearly reaching the ears of every Tianqing Holy Academy disciple.
"What?!"
As soon as this statement came out, Ye Wumian and several senior officials of Tianqing Holy Academy looked at Zhang Yi in disbelief. Others may not know what it meant, but they knew it clearly.
"Not only did he become the honorary Son of God, but he also received blessings from all the sword spirits? Are there any signs of condensing that sword?"
Ye Wumian grabbed Zhang Yi's collar and pulled him in front of him. When he spoke, his body was trembling slightly, which showed his inner excitement.
The situation of several other elders was not much better than him. When they saw Zhang Yijun, they all seemed to have seen a ghost, and their hearts were already filled with huge waves.
Everyone's eyes and attention were on Zhang Yi, but they ignored the drunkard who announced the news before. This made the drunkard a little embarrassed, and protested dissatisfied: "Hey, shouldn't you ask me?
He is my disciple, how could he have achieved what he has today without my guidance?"