Wudang Mountain signed for 60 years

Chapter 12, Angering the Grandmaster

Thoughts: It just so happens that there is no place to vent my anger. This is all right, this kid goes out to fight, wait until Qiu Ran beats him half to death, and then vent his anger for me.

This person is on the first floor of the foundation building stage, and Qiu Ran is on the second floor, so he definitely won't lose.

"Okay, I agree, but spells have no eyes. If you die, I'm afraid that Master Wu will blame me."

Wu Yuhai responded immediately;
"Above the ring, life and death depend on each other's destiny. Zhang Fan, you have to think clearly, there is still time to quit immediately."

Zhang Fan said: "Brother, don't worry, I will never let down the prestige of Wudang Mountain."

Wu Yuhai nodded.

"In that case, see you on the ring!"

Daoist Baiqing;

"Qiu Ran, go ahead and learn the spells of Wudang disciples. Remember, fists and feet have no eyes, life and death depend on fate."

Qiu Ran nodded and said, "I understand."

By saying this, Taoist Bai Qing made it clear that he wanted Zhang Fan's life.

The drunken Taoist laughed: "There is no need to go to the ring when two disciples of the Foundation Establishment Stage are competing. We just set up an enchantment here, so that we can watch while drinking."

The drunk Taoist threw out four copper plates, spread them out, and stood in four directions.

Fingers move.

The four copper plates immediately extended and turned into a barrier.

Zhao Linger was shocked: "It's amazing, what if they create an enchantment?"

"Haha, don't worry, little girl, even a Jindan cultivation base cannot escape the barrier, let alone a cultivation base in the foundation establishment period."

"The Drunken Taoist's four-element magic circle is well-known in the cultivation world, little girl, don't underestimate this enchantment. If I am trapped by a drunken Taoist, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape."

Daoist Bai Qing was afraid that Qiu Ran would return;
"Qiu Ran, don't go in yet."

"The disciple takes orders."

Qiu Ran walked into the barrier, holding the magic sword in his hand, and looked at Zhang Fan.

Zhao Ling'er reminded: "Uncle, don't lose. If you lose, no one will give you a retirement pension. If you win, I will prepare a good coffin for you to honor you."

Zhang Fan stared;
"Send the coffin to the master? The master regrets accepting you."

"Hmph, who asked you to be my master."

Zhao Linger raised her mouth and glared at Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan walked in.

Qiu Ran asked;

"Where is your magic sword!"

"Outer disciples don't have magic swords, but just have a pair of chopsticks." Zhang Fan held a pair of chopsticks.

Qiu Ran was furious: "Are you looking down on me?"

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to look down on you." Zhang Fan paused and smiled;
"It's that I don't look at you at all."

Qiu Ran was furious,
"court death."

He drew out his dharma sword and stabbed at Zhang Fan.

Huang-level low-grade aura, the lowest magic weapon, bursts of white light emanating from the magic sword.

Qiu Ran was taken aback: Why doesn't this guy do any tricks? Could it be that he was frightened by me? This person has been sweeping the cemetery for 60 years, so I'm afraid he doesn't know magic at all.

Qiu Ran sneered in his eyes: One sword will kill you.

Everyone looked at Zhang Fan.

This person is probably out of fright, he still wants to fight for Xuanyuan Pill, and he is overestimating his capabilities.

Just as everyone sneered.

Zhang Fan raised his chopsticks.

It just happened to clamp the magic sword.

Qiu Ran was so surprised that he couldn't stab it in. He felt that the magic sword was stuck in a quagmire, unable to penetrate or withdraw.

Seeing the two fighting, Zhang Fan clamped the magic sword.

"Hey, I'm afraid this disciple is not the first floor of the foundation building stage. Seeing how relaxed he is, his mana is so strong, he is probably the fifth floor of the foundation building stage. Drunk Taoist brother, what do you think?"

The drunken Taoist said: "I'm afraid that the fifth floor of the foundation building stage may not be able to hold the magic sword with a pair of chopsticks. This person must have hidden his cultivation, and he may be at the sixth or seventh floor of the foundation building stage."

"But his mana is rippling, and he only has a level of cultivation in the foundation building stage."

"Haha, a few hundred of us were actually blind, and were fooled by an outer disciple."

Qiu Ran said angrily: "What kind of evil technique are you using to clamp my magic sword, how is this possible?"

Zhang Fan shook his head: "It's not possible, even if your master comes, it's the same."

Extremely arrogant.

Although you can defeat a second-tier disciple in the Foundation Establishment Stage, it doesn't mean you have the capital to be arrogant, and even his master doesn't look down on you.

Who is his master?
Isn't he Taoist Bai Qing? This person is in the realm of a master.

One faction is in charge, although it is only a third-rate sect.

Hearing this, Bai Qing was furious: "Presumptuous, even if you can easily defeat my adopted son, but your words are too arrogant, it's a pity."

Zhang Fan turned around and asked, "What a pity?"

"Hmph, if you were outside, killing you would be as easy as killing an ant. Do you really think that you have the capital to be arrogant after defeating Qiu Ran?"

Zhang Fan's fingers moved slightly, and with a light pinch, the magic sword immediately became two sections.

Qiu Ran's body immediately flew backwards.

He hit the barrier and fell unconscious.

Still want to play Ling'er's idea, court death.

Zhang Fan asked: "Arrogant capital? Sorry, I really have arrogant capital."

Bai Qing sarcastically said, "How to prove it?"

"How do you want to prove it?"

"If you beat me, you will have the capital of arrogance."

Zhang Fan was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.

Bai Qing was taken aback: "What are you laughing at?"

"You are a small master, how dare you boast that you have capital? Do you think you are a great master? Do you think you are a celestial master?"

Bai Qing clenched his fists.

He didn't expect to be provoked by a foundation-building disciple.

This is a huge shame.

This is something that has never happened in the realm of comprehension. The foundation establishment period disciples laughed at the realm of the master, but there were two realms missing in the middle.

Zhang Fan's words angered the grand masters present.

Most of the people who came to congratulate were Daoists in the realm of masters, and there were also a few great masters.

Hearing Zhang Fan's meaning, only a great master has the capital to be arrogant.

"Hmph, arrogance."

"Is this a Wudang outer sect disciple? It's even more arrogant than my head teacher."

"I think this person is out of his mind! Dare to provoke the Grandmaster."

"Even the Grand Master dares to provoke, let alone the Grand Master."

Wu Yuhai's face darkened.

"Junior brother, you are too presumptuous. Here are all elders or head teachers in the realm of grand masters. How can you, a mere disciple of the Foundation Establishment Stage, be so arrogant and not apologize immediately."

Zhang Fan looked at Wu Yuhai.

"Senior brother, you have just entered the grand master, it is better to consolidate your cultivation base. Seeing that your complexion is not good and your true energy is rippling, don't rush for success, otherwise you will be careful to walk into the devil's way."

Everyone was stunned.

This is what the disciples of the Foundation Establishment Stage should say.

I really thought you were a celestial master.

Wu Yuhai laughed back and was furious: "Okay, okay, okay, I didn't expect that there would be such an arrogant disciple in Wudang Mountain, and the little foundation-building stage would teach me how to cultivate."

Bai Qingdao said humanely: "Really, this person must not be kept, otherwise it will bring disaster to the Wudang sect."

"That's right. I think this person is a spy sent by the Devil's Cult. He must be caught and interrogated."

Zhang Fan was taken aback;
In the blink of an eye, he became a spy of the Devil's Cult.

The imagination of this group of people is too rich.

Daoist Baiqing clasped his fists and said;
"Really, I know you won't make a move. Once you make a move, you will only end up mutilating your fellow disciples. This person humiliated the grandmaster. I will do it myself. I will see how he escapes from my grasp."

Wu Yuhai looked at Taoist Bai Qing.

Helplessly nodded.

"Just don't hurt his life."

Everyone already understood that Wu Yuhai had given up on Zhang Fan.

Taoist Bai Qing walked towards Zhang Fan with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)