The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 880 The Man in the Sky 1
The original Taoist disciples clenched their fists nervously.

Can't help but look up to the opposite side.

The disciples of Tianxuanmen were looking at them with contempt and contempt.

There was provocation in that gaze.

Zhang Chi and the others gritted their teeth, took a step forward suddenly, and stood beside Yan Tao, "Young master, we will make Shishu and you stay even if we try our best!"

"Correct!"

In terms of age, the disciples of Dixuanmen and the disciples of Tianxuanmen are far behind in cultivation, and it is not possible to catch up in a short time.

However, facing Wang Changning's almost contemptuous eyes, the young disciples clenched their fists, their hearts filled with humiliation.

In the past ten years, they have been suppressed by the disciples of Tianxuanmen.

Almost became a kind of demon.

It is clear that Uncle Qi's cultivation level is not inferior to Uncle Wang's, but because he chose them disciples who were abandoned by Wang Changning back then, he was ridiculed by his peers.

Clay figurines are very angry, let alone young people.

At this time, at the succession ceremony, Wang Changning treated him with contempt as usual, and suddenly, he exploded.
Zhang Chi is the older disciple among this group of disciples. He clenched his mahogany sword tightly, and his thin lips were drawn into a line, "Who says we can't defeat you!"

In the slightly silent atmosphere, Zhang Chi's words that seemed to be breaking the boat made everyone's eyes slightly focused.

They couldn't help raising their heads.

In the world of metaphysics, unless one is an amazingly talented person, basically age can represent one's cultivation.

The older you are, the higher your cultivation.

The Qilinzi back then was a surprise to the entire metaphysical world.

Crazy surprise.

Zhang Chi stood up straight stiffly, raised his head, and looked calmly at the disciples of Tianxuanmen opposite him.

The first time there was no dodging.

Candid.

Calm as snow.

Only Zhang Chi knows how nervous he is.

A whole heart is about to beat out of the heart.

Suddenly, a plain white slender finger extended from the side rested on Zhang Chi's shoulder, and Zhang Chi turned his head to the side, just in time to see Yan Tao smiling and raising his eyebrows, "Okay."

"it is good!"

Suddenly, someone in the corner below the stage yelled, followed by everyone applauding.

For this group of young Taoist disciples.

Three or five Taoists stroked their beards, nodded and smiled, "How many years have passed, and the spirit of Taoism is still there, so there will be no time for it to fade away."

"Old bald man, don't you think so?"

Master Wuwu closed his eyes slightly, held the Buddhist beads in his right hand and continued to chant sutras, as if he didn't hear his words, treating it like nothing.

"..." Daochang Lu watched the play in silence.

"Fighting skills can't be won with a single heart and blood. It's better for young people to have some self-knowledge."

Wang Changning smiled and said, he turned to the audience, and saluted the three old seniors from a distance, "Today's bet, I also invite the three seniors and all colleagues present to help be witnesses, whoever wins will inherit The qualifications of Xuanmen, whoever loses, immediately get out of Xuanmen!"

While speaking, Wang Changning glanced at Yan Tao from afar.

But he saw the young man lazily leaning on the man next to him, his handsome face was like jade, but his eyes were absent-minded, obviously distracted.

Wang Changning...! !

"In that case, let me preside over this fight."

The saintess of the Miao Jiang lineage spoke softly. She was wearing a veil and she couldn't see her face clearly.

　As a human being, you can't set a flag casually, my face hurts so much!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)