The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 845

Qi Zhi could see the indifference and rejection in the eyes of his disciples, but he didn't say a word, this kind of prestige can only be done by Yan Tao himself.

He has done too much, which will only make Yan Tao less prestige, and make his disciples reject him even more.

"This is the young master. He got the Seven Star Sword left by the sect master. According to the sect rules, he will be the next master of the Taoist sect." Qi Zhi said this lightly and stepped aside.

There was a moment of silence in the empty field, and suddenly a young man in black came out. He looked at Yan Tao calmly and said bluntly: "Uncle Qi, I don't think he is qualified to be the head of the sect."

Qi Zhi didn't answer the question, the young man looked at Yan Tao coldly for a while.

Yan Tao suddenly chuckled, he walked down the steps slowly with long legs, and stood opposite the black-clothed youth.

The young man's handsome face was covered with a layer of frost, and his thin lips were slightly hooked: "Do you know why Qi Zhi asked me to inherit the Taoism?"

The disciples showed doubts.

They looked at the handsome young man, not knowing what he meant.

Afterwards, Yan Tao said, "Because you guys are so bad."

There is domineering and arrogance in the understatement.

This sentence almost stepped on the faces of all the Taoist disciples, and when the words came to their ears, their expressions changed slightly, and they all showed angry expressions at the same time.

"What right do you have to say such a thing?"

"You just got lucky and picked up the Seven Star Sword of our sect master!"

"What I'm saying is, even a brat dares to accuse me of Taoism."

Everyone scolded him one after another, with obvious rejection in their words.

Yan Tao chuckled lightly: "You can only talk and talk. Is this what Xuanmen entrusted to you? Noisy!"

The faces of the disciples flushed slightly. Some of them were nearly 40 years old, even if they were not much different from Qi Zhi, but they were pointed at their noses by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy and scolded,
Immediately, his blood surged, and he said in a cold voice without thinking: "If you are not afraid of death, you can fight with us."

Young Master Yan smiled slightly, he had expected this kind of scene a long time ago.

For those who disobey him, Young Master Yan has always used his fists to subdue him.

"You can fight if you want to."

"You can go together."

The young man casually added,
And this sentence is simply an insult to the disciples of Taoism.

The young man in black sneered: "We haven't reached such a level yet."

"I'll fight you first." The young man in black drew a sword from his back and said coldly, "My name is Zhang Chi."

Young Master Yan nodded, he stood with his hands behind his back and didn't intend to draw out his weapon at all.

Zhang Chi frowned: "You don't use a magic weapon?"

"There's no need to deal with you." Young Master Yan's attitude was extremely arrogant and domineering.

Anger appeared in Zhang Chi's eyes, he could be considered a genius in the Taoist sect, and his cultivation base could be considered top among the disciples.

This young man is so arrogant, he coldly thought that he must be taught a lesson.

Let him know what is high and low.

Zhang Chi put his left hand in front of his chest, while quickly chanting the magic formula, the mahogany sword was pointed at Yan Tao from a distance, and he kicked his right foot directly to force the sword to Yan Tao's face.

Young Master Yan didn't move at all. From the eyes of others, he seemed to be stupefied by fright.

(End of this chapter)