White sand beach.

The cultivators from Xuanzhi Mountain looked nervous. Zhang Fulong noticed the fear on their faces and said with a smile, "You don't need to be afraid. I won't harm you."

The younger generation of Xuanzhi Mountain unconsciously retreated. They all thought Zhang Fulong was an unfathomable powerhouse, and everyone remained silent, not daring to utter a sound.

The atmosphere on the riverbank was eerie.

The old man in black robes cast a gloomy gaze on Zhang Fulong, but lost interest after just one glance. He then looked at Ziyue beside him, a flicker of emotion appearing in his usually calm eyes, and an aged voice rang out, "Little girl, what is your name?"

Ziyue felt uneasy.

She hid behind Zhang Fulong.

Zhang Fulong, head held high and chest puffed out, said with a smug look on his face, "She is my disciple, Ziyue."

The old man in black robes looked at Zhang Fulong again, his eyes filled with doubt and confusion. How could an ordinary mortal be able to teach a disciple with such excellent aptitude? Was it just a coincidence?

Seeing the bewildered look in the black-robed old man's eyes, Zhang Fulong adopted a superior demeanor and asked, "You want to go to the Dragon Tiger Temple?"

Upon hearing this...

The younger generation of Xuanzhi Mountain looked at each other, their expressions tense, thinking their operation had been exposed.

The old man in black robes, unsure of Zhang Fulong's intentions, nodded slightly. "That's right, we're on our way to Longhu Temple. Are you really the abbot?"

"Genuine, guaranteed!"

Seeing them resting here, Zhang Fulong guessed that they had probably come from afar. Since they couldn't return to Longhu Temple anytime soon, he had to find a way to trick them.

Then go out and lay low for a while.

“I see that your face is ashen and your eyes are lifeless; this is a sign that your time is coming to an end.”

Zhang Fulong was talking nonsense with a straight face.

Zi Yue felt that her master was right; the old man in black robes opposite her looked lifeless and terrifying.

The younger generation around him were shocked. This was the Third Elder of Xuanzhi Mountain, a Nascent Soul expert, who, barring any unforeseen circumstances, would live for a long time.

The old man in black robes narrowed his eyes to slits. After observing him carefully, he was certain that Zhang Fulong was a charlatan and definitely not the abbot of Longhu Temple.

"Is there any hope for this old man?"

The old man in the black robe had a playful look in his eyes.

Zhang Fulong took out a talisman from his sleeve and said in a serious tone, "It's good that you met me. For just one hundred taels, this talisman can help you avoid death."

"oh."

The old man in black robes reached out his hand.

The talisman broke free from Zhang Fulong's control.

Zhang Fulong watched as the talisman flew into the black-robed old man's hand. His eyes widened, and his face instantly turned pale. He realized that these people in front of him were all cultivators.

A fake Taoist priest encounters a true cultivator.

Zhang Fu's scalp tingled.

Zi Yue had long guessed that they were cultivators.

The younger generation of Xuanzhi Mountain stared at the talisman, unsure whether it was real or fake. The black-robed elder glanced at them and said, "A bunch of fools, do you really think this talisman is useful?"

As he spoke, the old man in black robes tore the talisman in his hand to shreds, leaving the younger generation of Xuanzhi Mountain at a loss.

Zi Yue frowned. How dare he tear up his master's talisman! "Master, don't worry about his life or death, let's go!"

"good."

Zhang Fulong came to his senses.

They turned and left the riverbank.

"Wait a minute."

The old man in black robes said coldly.

Zhang Fulong and Ziyue didn't turn their heads; they continued walking forward.

"Catch them!"

The old man in black robes said coldly.

The younger generation dared not disobey the Third Elder's orders, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and charge forward.

There were eight disciples from Xuanzhi Mountain. They leaped several meters and arrived in front of them in the blink of an eye.

Knowing he couldn't escape, Zhang Fulong turned around and blocked the Xuanzhi Mountain disciple, saying, "Ziyue, you should run!"

"ah?"

Zi Yue stood there, stunned. Why did they run away? Could it be that her master couldn't defeat these cultivators?

What are you all dawdling about?

The old man in black robes urged.

A disciple of Xuanzhi Mountain mustered his courage, exerted all his strength, swung his palm forward, and shouted: "Cloud-Dispelling Palm!"

A faint handprint was struck, hitting Zhang Fulong, who was sent flying backward uncontrollably. Zi Yue watched her master fly into the woods, a scene that seemed familiar.

Bang!

Dust and smoke rose from the woods.

The Xuanzhi Mountain disciple who had just made his move laughed heartily, "Hahaha, so this is the abbot of Longhu Temple."

The other Xuanzhi Mountain disciples were no longer afraid. They looked at the weak and helpless Ziyue and didn't take her seriously. "Little girl, come with us obediently!"

The crowd approached Ziyue.

Zi Yue pulled a talisman from her sleeve and said seriously, "Don't come any closer, or I'll use this talisman against you."

"Hahaha."

The disciples of Xuanzhi Mountain were amused.

A young man stepped forward and said dismissively, "Little girl, you think you can scare us with a piece of scrap paper?"

Forced to use the talisman, Zi Yue clasped her hands together, holding the talisman between her palms, and said with a determined look in her eyes, "Thunder magic!"

Several disciples from Xuanzhi Mountain were still laughing heartily.

The old man in black robes not far away suddenly frowned. He sensed danger and quickly warned, "Be careful!"

The talisman turned into golden light and burned, its runes imprinted on Zi Yue's palm. She squatted down, her palm landing on the ground, and a clear shout rang out.

"Thunder!"

At this moment, the disciples of Xuanzhi Mountain sensed the danger. Some rushed towards Ziyue, trying to stop her from using the talisman, while others fled backward, trying to get out of the talisman's attack range.

Golden patterns spread across the ground, followed by lightning descending from the sky. Three Xuanzhi Mountain disciples who rushed towards Ziyue were pulverized in the lightning. Even the Xuanzhi Mountain disciples who were trying to escape were also engulfed by the lightning. They didn't even have time to cry out before they were torn to pieces on the spot.

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