I became the Demon Emperor in Journey to the West

Chapter 39 each with their own minds

"Business?"

The old Taoist priest was stunned and looked at Zhang Yuan cautiously.

Although the Bamboo Sect has always been involved in the trade between living spirit stones and fleshy ganoderma, they do so through the City God and others, and they themselves do not have personal contact with Shituoling.

After all, they are a human race, favored by heaven, and are the masters of the world. They naturally look down upon those who wear scales and horns.

Even now they are facing a sixth-level black assassin, and they are only fifth-level immortals, and they are not afraid.

The human race's cultivation talents and attainments in weapons, pills, talismans, etc. are quite impressive, far beyond what the demon race can match. This is also their proud confidence.

"I have some business to discuss with you."

The old Taoist priest's face turned cold and looked quite disdainful.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuan was too lazy to talk nonsense and directly took out the magic weapons such as the Green Wood Flag and Xuanyuan Robe. The rays of light from the magic weapons were faintly visible in the air, forming a small sun.

Although the Bamboo Sect rules Nuo Da's territory, magic weapons are still very precious. These Taoist priests only have one or two magic weapons, and the quality is average, which cannot compare with the top-quality magic weapons in Zhang Yuan's hands.

"I wonder if these magic weapons are enough to negotiate business?"

Looking at the Taoist priests whose breathing became thicker subconsciously, Zhang Yuan said calmly.

Staring at the shining magic weapon, several Taoist priests looked at each other and suddenly had concerns in their hearts.

"What are you going to talk about?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuan raised his hand and pointed directly at the middle-aged Taoist priest carrying the sword on his back.

This Taoist priest is the weakest person in the field, but he also has a fourth-level cultivation. His aura clearly tells the world that he is a sword cultivator!
  "Your sword is very good, I want it!"

Huahua intestines are the specialty of the human race. In the impression of most human races, monsters are mostly stupid and unintelligent, so Zhang Yuan followed the trend and just asked for this sword.

"No! This sword is like my brother. There is absolutely no way I can give him to you!"

Hearing Zhang Yuan ask for his sword, the middle-aged Taoist priest who was only an Earth Immortal subconsciously looked at his senior brothers, his heart skipped a beat, and he spoke first.

After all, this sword is just a magic weapon of good quality, and naturally cannot compare to the top-quality Xuanyuan Pao and Qingmu Banner.

If he didn't take the initiative to express his position for several senior brothers, the middle-aged Taoist priest was afraid that his sword would be exchanged for the Xuanyuan robe.

Zhang Yuan, who had expected it, smiled slightly and said contemptuously: "You are too weak and you are not worthy of having this sword at all!"

At this time, Zhang Yuan's cultivation level was at the peak of the third level, which was one level lower than that of this middle-aged earthly immortal.

"you!"

The so-called sword cultivator should always take good care of himself and move forward unswervingly. Faced with Zhang Yuan's contempt, the middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly became furious.

I saw the middle-aged Taoist priest turning his head to look at the other three old Taoist priests and said: "Three senior brothers, this man who drinks blood is humiliating us. Please allow me to take action and teach him a lesson!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest's refusal made the three old Taoist priests quite unhappy. Coupled with the middle-aged Taoist priest's usual behavior of being jealous of evil and upright, the three old Taoist priests began to hesitate.

They were both greedy for Zhang Yuan's magic weapon and had objections to the middle-aged Taoist priest. For a while, they didn't know what to do.

"Junior brother, these guys are from Shituoling, and we are from the Bamboo Sect." The hesitation, dissatisfaction and fear in the heart of the old Taoist priest are all reflected in it. Seeing that things developed as he expected, Zhang Yuan once again threw out the bait: "You still don't believe me when I say you are useless. Let's do this. You and I will fight. If you lose, this sword belongs to me. If I lose, you can Pick a magic weapon at will!"

Feeling the breath of Zhang Yuan's third level, the middle-aged Taoist priests blushed, feeling that they had suffered a great shame and humiliation. However, several old Taoist priests' eyes lit up and they said: "Junior brother, in this case, you have to fight with him and fight him." Destroy your shame with your own hands!"

The fish is in the net!

Zhang Yuan was secretly happy, he was emitting a third-level demon power aura, constantly provoking the middle-aged Taoist priest.

Feeling Zhang Yuan's aura, the three old Taoist priests were quite excited, and at the same time they also despised Zhang Yuan more and more.

Monsters are monsters, they are so stupid!
  Thinking of their past dealings with these monsters, several old Taoist priests once again deepened their impression of the Shituoling monsters, secretly labeling them as people who are stupid and easy to deceive.

Relying on the provocation method and taking advantage of the monsters' character weaknesses and arrogant nature, they have always had the upper hand and captured a lot of benefits.

In their eyes, Zhang Yuan's challenge to the middle-aged Taoist priest was just another good show in which a monster rushed to take advantage of him!

"Don't you know this agreement?"

As the leading Taoist priest spoke, he cast his gaze on Heisha, the person with the highest cultivation level present.

Although Heisha didn't know Zhang Yuan's intentions, he had always regarded Zhang Yuan as his God of Wealth, and was naturally extremely supportive of Zhang Yuan's decision.

"As long as you can win, the magic weapon is up to you!"

After receiving the confirmation of the black murder, several old Taoist priests quickly urged the middle-aged Taoist priest to take action against Zhang Yuan.

The middle-aged Taoist priest wanted to keep his sword, the old Taoist priests wanted Zhang Yuan's magic weapon, and Zhang Yuan wanted the middle-aged Taoist priest's sword. For a while, everyone had their own thoughts and plans.

"My sword is ruthless, be careful not to get hurt!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest was angry in his heart. After giving a solemn reminder, he saw the sword that had been buzzing for a long time. It made a clear sound, came out of the shell with a crash, and fell into the hands of the middle-aged Taoist priest.

This sword is completely black, with sword energy crisscrossing it, and thousands of spiritual energy lingering around it, forming a huge phoenix!

This is one of the secrets of sword cultivation of the Bamboo Sect, [Hundred Phoenix Sword Technique].

The middle-aged Taoist priest has a fourth-level earthly immortal cultivation level, coupled with the secret swordsmanship of the Bamboo Sect used by magic weapon-level swords, he became so powerful that countless sword energy turned into birds, circling and soaring in the mid-air. Rushed to Zhang Yuan.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuan quickly waved the green flag, and a huge green wolf jumped out. With a few slaps, many birds formed by the sword energy were scattered, followed by several more wolf howls, and the continuous sound waves made the sword energy dissipate. Steady, returning to the essence of sword energy again, there are no more birds in the air.

"Humph!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest didn't care. As a disciple of the Bamboo Sect, he practiced very advanced techniques. He could deal with even fifth-level monsters, let alone third-level monsters, and there was even a certain possibility of fighting them. Win it!
  "Black Phoenix Feather Falls!"

A flash of black light flashed, and a huge black phoenix appeared. As its wings flapped, a large amount of sword energy condensed into feathers and sprinkled towards where Zhang Yuan was.

The black feathers flew away, and the green wolf howled a few times before being cut and dispersed by the sword energy. Then, a large amount of sword energy enveloped Zhang Yuan, and the Xuanyuan robe continuously shed light, protecting Zhang Yuan.

Looking at the middle-aged Taoist priest who had fully displayed his power as an earthly immortal and trapped him directly, Zhang Yuan withdrew his eyes from the three old Taoist priests who were secretly chuckling.

"As expected of a disciple of the Bamboo Cult, your swordsmanship is just not good enough!"

(End of this chapter)