The Sword Master believed that the divine figure's admiration was a coincidence, so he wanted to let all the strong men in the world see that Jiang Shan was just a jumping clown.
Therefore, the power of human immortals almost tied up the divine image, pulled it up forcibly, and bound it tightly, with no signs of being loosened at all.
The next moment, Jiangshan smiled lightly, holding three incense sticks in his hand, and bowed again to Zhang Daoling's divine appearance.
This bow attracted everyone's attention!
Zhang Tianshi, who had not yet gotten up, was covered in blood and almost smashed to pieces. His face was full of fear as he stared at the divine image.
The moment Jiangshan bent down, the divine appearance that had been stretched straight suddenly shook violently.
Boo boo boo.
Sounds like bubbles bursting were heard, and the Sword Master's face changed drastically. His body suddenly bent, and a trace of blood actually flowed down the corner of his mouth.
"No, that's impossible!"
This time, it was the Sword Master who roared.
The image of Zhang Daoling standing on the altar roared and brought a fierce wind as it smashed down again towards Zhang Tianshi who had not yet stood up.
“No, no, no!”
Zhang Tianshi got up when he was crazy, feeling completely dominated.
boom.
Suddenly, Zhang Tianshi went crazy. He stood up and raised his fist to kill the divine figure. The guy couldn't bear it anymore and started to resist.
“Kneel down!”
But at this moment, the Sword Saint roared with blood in his mouth. As the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, he actually fought against the divine image of the ancestor. This was simply a great sin of filial piety!
The Sword Master's face was ferocious, as if if he dared to throw this punch, he would rush over and tear Zhang Tianshi into pieces without mercy.
Zhang Tianshi trembled, closed his eyes in despair, and two tears of grievance slid across the corners of his eyes.
boom.
The divine image slapped Zhang Tianshi and knocked him directly to the ground. The force shook the earth violently. The strong men from Longhu Mountain and Taoism were in a vacuum state for a short time.
As for the other strong men, they also felt a chill on their backs and a cold wind whizzing down their necks.
This is so weird.
It cannot be explained by science at all, even by the theories of the cultivation world, how could Zhang Daoling's divine appearance not be able to withstand the worship of Jiangshan?
Damn, I'm kidding!
The Sword Master took a deep breath, suppressed the shock and terror in his heart, and with a single point of his finger, he moved the divine image back onto the altar.
Seeing this, Jiangshan sneered sarcastically. Just as he was about to bow, the Sword Saint beside him hurried to his side and shook his head with a pleading look on his face.
"Young Master Jiang, please move aside and talk."
The Sword Saint immediately spoke in a deep voice. The meaning of these words was very clear, and even the dignified Sword Saint surrendered.
The divine image kept falling down, and he couldn't bear it!
Looking across Longhu Mountain, there is only this Sword Saint, a half-step earth immortal. Apart from him, even masters in the Tribulation Realm are no match for Jiangshan.
Therefore, the Sword Saint had to stand up and intimidate Jiangshan at the first possible moment to make himself more imposing.
But... he was so annoyed by the divine fortune teller Zhang Daoling that he had no temper at all.
"Walk."
Jiangshan said lightly.
The two of them immediately walked towards the back of the hall. As for Jiu Gu Niang and Chang'e, they stayed in the hall temporarily. Zhang Tianshi, who was lying on the ground, was quickly lifted to a chair nearby.
Behind the main hall, in an ordinary house.
Sword Master and Jiangshan stood under a strong pine tree. Snowflakes were falling, and it seemed that they were going to cover the entire Longhu Mountain in silver and white.
"Young Master Jiang, tell me."
"You trespassed into Longhu Mountain and killed my disciples. What on earth do you want to do?"
The Sword Master had a gloomy face, his hands behind his back, and murderous gleams in his eyes.
Jiangshan smiled coldly and shook his head.
"You should know exactly what I want to do. You're a Sword Master and a smart person. Why beat around the bush? Wouldn't it be better to be straightforward?"
"My goal is simple. Hand over Pingfei to me, and I promise not to have any other thoughts from now on."
Jiangshan spoke in a firm tone.
This was all he asked for. He had no intention of destroying Longhu Mountain, although he still had 16,000 spirit stones in his hand, which was enough to destroy the Sword Saint.
This holy place has existed for two thousand years, and it is still high above, overlooking all living beings. It must have its extraordinary features and reasons for its survival.
Jiangshan believed that even if he killed the Sword Saint, it would be unlikely for him to destroy Longhu Mountain.
"Level flight?"
"Don't you think you're being a bit excessive? Ping Fei is a disciple of Longhu Mountain. Now you can take him away just like that. Where does this put the reputation of Longhu Mountain?"
The Sword Master took a deep breath and snorted angrily.
But when Jiangshan heard this, he suddenly laughed.
"Reputation?"
"What do you think of the reputation of Longhu Mountain now?"
"The same old saying, either release them or kill them!"
Jiang Shan said indifferently, looking at the heavy snow falling in the void, he suddenly laughed grimly, then turned and walked away, holding the Sorrowful Knife tightly in his hand.
clank.
The knife light burst out and jumped, carrying endless murderous intent!
The Sword Master's eyes turned green, and he wanted to rush over and kill Jiang Shan, the bastard, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.
He had heard about Jiangshan killing the ancestor of the werewolf clan, and he also knew that Jiangshan was not an ordinary person.
And he is the only ancestor of Longhu Mountain who can suppress the four directions. Once any accident occurs, it will be an unimaginable devastating blow to Longhu Mountain.
If the Sword Saint was alone, he would not think twice and would just rush forward to kill Jiangshan.
But……
"Young Master Jiang, please stay."
Suddenly, the Sword Saint spoke. Jiang Shan turned around, murderous intent still on his face. He looked at the Sword Saint indifferently without saying anything.
"Fly level, you can take it."
"I also promise that Ping Fei will have nothing to do with Longhu Mountain from now on. But Mr. Jiang, please be careful in the future. You are not welcome in Longhu Mountain."
"Also, if Young Master Jiang behaves rudely towards Longhu Mountain again next time, don't blame me."
"It's not ugly to say it upfront."
The Sword Master took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.
"good!"
"Thank you very much."
"I'm waiting for Pingfei in front of Jiutian Taiqing Palace. Lord Sword Saint, please send Pingfei back."
Jiang Shan said with a grin, then put away the Sorrowful Knife and walked towards the main hall.
A hint of unwillingness appeared in the Sword Master's eyes.
But he couldn't act impulsively, because he himself couldn't guarantee that he could kill Jiangshan!
The strange scene in the hall just now made him shudder.
Jiutian Taiqing Palace, above the main hall.
When everyone saw Jiangshan coming back alone with a smile on his face, they were all stunned involuntarily.
(End of this chapter)
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