Everyone gave the drunkard a big eye. Obviously, they didn't take his words to heart. No one thought that Zhang Yi's success was based on the drunkard.
But only Zhang Yi knew that he was inseparable from the drunkard today. Don’t look like a drunkard who was usually unreliable and careless, he would always stand up at critical moments.
"Master is right, he is indeed a great contribution."
At the critical moment, Zhang Yi also stood up and proved his name to the drunkard.
"Did you hear it? This is what he said in person. Don't want to bury my achievements."
Zhang Yi's words were spoken to the tip of the drunkard's heart. He immediately raised his head proudly and looked around with a proud look. His look of contempt for the world seemed to be the most dazzling person.
"Okay, uncle, please stop making trouble. Our Tianqing Holy Academy will not forget your contribution."
Ye Wumian couldn't resist the drunkard and shouted helplessly.
After saying that, he directly passed by the drunkard, grabbed Zhang Yi and asked excitedly: "Hurry up and tell me how to condense the God-Slaying Sword?"
"I have no idea."
Zhang Yi shook his head honestly.
"How is that possible? Isn't it rumored that if you get all the blessings of the sword spirit, you will get the way to condense the God-Slaying Sword?"
Ye Wumian's face was full of suspicion, which was more accurate to be unbelievable, because he had long believed that Zhang Yi must have known the way to condense the God-Slaying Sword.
"Let's go, there are so many people here, I'll talk with you one step!" #@$&
Ye Wumian looked around with a vigilant look. Without waiting for Zhang Yi to respond, he grabbed him and ran towards the Elders' Hall. The drunkard and the others followed closely behind.
In the elder hall of Tianqing Shengde, Zhang Yi and Ye Wumian stood opposite each other. He grabbed Zhang Yi's shoulder with a cautious look on his face and said, "Zhang Yi, I don't know if you know the Sword of the God-killing Sword and Tianqing Shengde
But if this sword can be condensed, it must not fall into the hands of the Immortal Sword Sect!"
"Promise me, no matter what great promises the Immortal Sword Sect makes in the future, you should not agree to their request."
"Okay?"
Ye Wumian's eyes were filled with a strong look of expectation, staring at Zhang Yi intently, waiting for his reply.%&(&
This was the first time Zhang Yi saw Ye Wumian, who was so disobedient, and he also murmured with a serious expression: "Okay, I promise you!"
From the very beginning, he had no intention of handing over the God-Slaying Sword to the Immortal Sword Sect. If you hand over this magical artifact, you will have problems with your brain. The best choice is of course to keep it in your own hands.
"But I don't know how to condense the God-Slaying Sword."
Zhang Yi reacted quickly, worried that Ye Wumian said this on purpose to trap him.
A strange look flashed in Ye Wumian's eyes, and he nodded and said, "I know, but you are the person who is most likely to condense the God-Slaying Sword. I believe this news will spread throughout the three realms in a short time. Then you
It will become the target of public criticism, remember... don't leave the fairy world!"
"We can still protect you in the fairy world, but you may be able to go to the demon world and the demon world."
Ye Wumian also began to consider Zhang Yi's safety. After all, this matter was too much involved, and it is difficult to guarantee that no one else would be moved.
"Thank you, the dean, for reminding me, if I had not had to do so, I would not have left the fairy world."
Zhang Yi also understood the truth, and it was difficult to get him to leave the fairy world at this time.
At this moment, the drunkard and the others also rushed over, but this time the drunkard was extremely quiet, just standing 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 sword of God-Slaying, the ownership of the sword also belongs to him. I hope it won't be too ugly at that time."
Before, even if the drunkard was not present, he could guess what Ye Wumian was going to say to Zhang Yi, and gave him a serious vaccination.
"Uncle Drinker, you misunderstood me. I am not trying to take the God-Slaying Sword for myself. For my Tianqing Holy Academy, as long as this sword does not fall into the hands of the Immortal Sword Sect, it is enough."
"If there really is one day, I naturally hope that Zhang Yi can control the God-Slaying Sword so that he can exalt the divine power of my Tianqing Holy Academy."
Ye Wumian smiled bitterly and waved his hands repeatedly to explain.
“So very good.”
The drunkard breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that Ye Wumian's situation would become smaller and he would lose his composure in the Sword of Slaying Gods, so he picked up sesame seeds and lost the watermelon.
At this moment, three powerful auras came towards us, and the leader was Jingtianchao among the three supreme elders. "Zhang Yi, do you really don't know how to condense the God-Slaying Sword?
Do you deliberately conceal it and don't report it?"
Jing Tianchao has been deeply resentful to Zhang Yi since he had not handed over the corpse of the Immortal Emperor to him last time, and he would jump out to find Zhang Yi's trouble from time to time. As for the two Supreme Elders behind him, he looked helpless.
Keep shaking their heads, obviously they don't really want to interfere in this matter.
Zhang Yi couldn't help frowning when he saw Jing Tianchao, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his heart, and did not give him a good look. He said in a cold voice: "What does it have to do with you?"
"Rareless! How dare you be rude to this elder!"
Jingtianchao shouted angrily, raised his hand and surged, and then condensed into a golden handprint in the void and pressed towards Zhang Yi. The Elders' Palace instantly became tense.
"Elder Jing, calm down!"
Ye Wumian quietly blocked Zhang Yi, waved his sleeves and dispersed the handprints, and said with a gloomy face.
"Ye Wumian! When will you still indulge him? It is because of your indulgence that the Tianqing Holy Academy has produced such uneducated people."
Jing Tianchao became more and more excited as he spoke, and his words became more and more excessive.
"I'm old! You're enough, don't go too far more!"
The first thing I couldn't help was the drunkard. He pointed at Jing Tianchao's nose angrily and cursed, "Give you face and call you the Supreme Elder. If you don't give you face, you will rely on your defense!"
"By the defense?"
Before Jingtianchao could react, he muttered, his face changed drastically, his fingers trembled and pointed at the drunkard. He couldn't speak for a long time, obviously he was very angry.
"Whoever has any teachings? Who is the one who is a great scholar? He is my disciple. It's not your turn to point fingers. If you are so ungrateful, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
The drunkard was angry. He seemed to have changed his personal life at this moment. The aura on his body became extremely terrifying at this moment, like an invincible god of war descending. A horrifying murderous intent and resentment emerged on his body, which made people feel awe.
Especially his cold and ruthless but vicissitudes of sight, it seems that people will sink into it for thousands of years.
"Is this the true face of Master?"
Zhang Yi looked up at the drunkard beside him, and his heart had already been filled with waves. At this time, he seemed to have truly met the drunkard, the drunkard who killed the three realms and made the trembling!