At first, only a small number of people knew about the demon weapon, but after a period of fermentation, the quantitative change caused a qualitative change. This low-key new thing suddenly set off a stormy sea in the demon holy city.

The demon cultivators were discussing the magical demon weapon, and some people vowed to say that as long as the demon weapon was used, the strength could rise several steps.

Some demon cultivators think that verbal statements are useless, but the demon cultivators of certain tribes have just been assigned demon weapons, and they will show off in a circle, and they are all amazed.

There were also demon cultivators who had fought their enemies for countless years and were evenly matched. As a result, one day, the other party took out a knife and killed him to throw away his helmet and armor, and even saw the horror of the demon weapon.

For this reason, more and more demon cultivators gathered at No. 2-3, Demon Sacred Street, trying to find Master Zhang of the blacksmith shop to build a demon weapon, but unfortunately, everyone had closed their doors.

I saw a notice posted on the blacksmith's shop-"The owner is happy, it will be closed for a few days."

The demon cultivators sighed and sighed. They were a step late. Some demon cultivators left on the spot and planned to come back in a few days. Some demon cultivators decided to stay at the gate of the forge and wait for Zhang Ye to return.

Seeing the demon cultivators' desire and dissatisfaction, Zhang Ye's heart was refreshed, and this could be regarded as the evil taste of the master. However, Zhang Ye did indeed want to go to Nanjia Mountain for a few days, but he didn't deliberately give up the appetite of the demon cultivators.

But on the eve of leaving the Demon Realm, Murong Hongzhuang said: "The Demon Moon Academy is going to hold a parent meeting, and I want you to go. If you leave in a hurry, I will arrange someone else."

The daughter's business was a big deal, and Zhang Ye immediately agreed: "I'll go."

On the day of the Demon Moon Academy's Parents' Meeting, there was a lot of traffic, and all the demon world leaders gathered together. Zhang Ye has long heard that the demons who come to the Demon Moon Academy to study are either rich or expensive.

The demon cultivators either carried the eight big sedan chairs, or drove the strange animals, dressed in beautiful clothes, as if they were deliberately comparing.

However, Zhang Ye, as usual, walked to the Yaoyue Academy without the help of any means of transportation, holding the painting.

When passing the entrance guard, the guards rolled their eyes so that their eyes were about to explode. Zhang Ye didn't care, presented his parents' certificate, and entered the Yaoyue Academy.

"Painting, do any classmates or teachers give you a blank eye on weekdays?" Zhang Ye doesn't care what others think of him, but he is a little worried about painting.

Painting whispered in Zhang Ye's ear: "Mother said, you can't be familiar with people."

Zhang Ye is pleased with Hua'er's sensibility, but he has a trace of heartache. In Demon Moon Academy, whether it is rich or noble, both teachers and students pay attention to circle. Although Hua'er is the daughter of Demon Saint, Murong Hongzhuang didn't want her to be treated specially, so she just packaged her into a little banshee from an ordinary family. It is conceivable that she was often despised in Demon Moon Academy.

Zhang Ye encouraged a few words and took the picture to her class.

At the door of the class, a female demon was warmly receiving the attending parents with a smiling face: "Venerable Wu is here, sit inside."

"Elder Tang? Please sit inside."

"Ah, Chief Lion, please sit inside!"

This banshee was exactly the female moral teacher who responded that she didn’t listen carefully to the class last time. When it was Zhang Ye’s turn, the banshee looked at him with a scornful expression, and pointed to a corner randomly: "You go over there."

Others are sitting, please sit, please sit, Zhang Ye's turn, where should they go?

However, Zhang Ye didn’t have an attack. It doesn’t matter where he sits, he walked towards the corner seat and sat down. But as soon as he sat down, a demon cultivator came to Zhang Ye: "Oh my God, you are really Zhang Ye. Master? I thought I had admitted wrong before!"

Zhang Ye didn't know this demon cultivator: "Are you?"

"Master Zhang, nobles, how forgotten things, last time you got off work from the blacksmith shop, I said hello to you!" Huashen Yaoxiu looked excited, "your child is also studying in Yaoyue Academy?"

Every day after get off work, so many people say hello to Zhang Ye, remember who, Zhang Ye perfunctory.

At this time, the female German teacher frowned and thought for a moment, and felt that Zhang Ye and Huashen Yaoxiu knew each other, so she couldn't help but took a high look and ordered the attendant: "Give him a cup of tea later."

The demon cultivator had a loud voice. He opened his mouth and closed his mouth to Master Zhang. The other demon cultivators also heard the voice, and crowded around: "Which Master Zhang?"

The demon cultivator smiled and said, "Which Master Zhang is there in the entire Demon Holy City?"

The demons suddenly realized: "Ah, disrespect and disrespect!"

"Look up for a long time!"

Many of them went to the forge to find Zhang Ye, but they didn't see anyone. I didn't expect to run into a parent meeting, so lucky. Hurry up and make a good relationship, that batch of monster weapons in the family has been lost!

Zhang Ye was not good at socializing with others, but he nodded in greeting.

The female German teacher frowned, did not remember who Master Zhang was for a while, and urged the attendants: "Hurry up and serve Master Zhang tea."

At Zhang Ye's table, there was a cup of steaming tea immediately.

Not long after, the demon cultivators in the next class heard about Zhang Ye, and they leaned over and greeted them one after another. Just when the female teacher was confused and guessed the identity of this master, the dean of the Yaoyue Academy came personally: "I heard that Master Zhang came to the academy for guidance, the little old man was flattered."

Here? Flattered? This is what the dean of Mahayana Demon Xiu should say? The female German teacher is a little dizzy, isn't she the only one who strikes iron?

In fact, the dean has no desire for demon weaponry against Zhang Ye, but the Demon Moon Academy is a department under the demon saint palace, and Zhang Ye has a demon saint order. Even the demon saint admits that he is the number one general in the universe. The demon officer is responsible for monitoring the situation of the people and going straight to the heavens. The dean can't help but please.

The female German teacher couldn't help it, and asked the dean quietly: "Dean, who is this Master Zhang?"

The dean gave the female teacher a glance and scolded: "The inventor of the demon weapon, the first commander general of the demon saint in the universe, Master Zhang Yezhang!"

When the female teacher heard that the demon weapon that made the city full of wind and rain, it turned out to be in the hands of the parent of this painting! As for the first commanding general in the universe, I heard it as a joke before, but then the demon saint confirmed this title, a first-grade demon officer, that's incredible.

Teacher Female Virtue squeezed out a smile and was about to say hello to Zhang Ye again, but the dean frowned when he saw the inferior tea at Zhang Ye's table: "What's the matter, Master Zhang can drink this kind of tea?"

The female German teacher wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, and quickly ordered: "Hurry up and have good tea!"

Zhang Ye was sighed when he saw this scene, and after a moment's effort, the treatment was turned upside down. He really didn't mean to pretend to be forced, but he was too good to be recognized. However, it's nice to say.

Especially for the painting, the small waist is straight and straight, and to her little classmates, she cutely introduced: "This is my dad..."

Seeing the proud look of the painting, Zhang Ye was even more refreshed.

The parent meeting has not yet started, the dean must invite Zhang Ye to deliver an important speech. The applause was full of applause. Zhang Ye's kindness was difficult and he said a few words that were not painful or itchy.

"Master Zhang, since you are here, please leave a pair of calligraphy for the Yaoyue Academy!" The dean ordered the people to carry pen, ink, paper and inkstone. This is the tradition of the Yaoyue Academy. If you catch a big person, you must leave the calligraphy.

Zhang Ye thought for a moment, OK, and swiped a few words: "Sit, please sit, please sit; tea, tea, good tea."

Seeing these words, the staff of the Yaoyue Academy had a hot face, especially the female moral teacher, who was swollen with pain as if she had been slapped a few times...

To this end, the dean personally took the charge to rectify the academy’s outdated habits, which are influencing the academy's influence, dislike the poor and love the rich, and establish a fair and just atmosphere. Later, he specially came to the blacksmith's shop to find Zhang Ye to report his work.

Of course, this is all something to say. After the parent meeting for the painting, Zhang Ye left the demon world.

Zhang Ye has been away from the realm of cultivation for a while, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't know anything about the realm of realm. Murong Hongzhuang has specially compiled information about the Wanxian League and the realm of cultivation for him.

In the past, the realm of cultivation was divided into five regions in the southeast, northwest, middle and north, but now, in addition to the western region of the magic road, the four regions of the southeast, middle and north have been merged, and the Wanxian League has renamed it the Chosen Place, which means the place chosen by the heavens.

Doing so will not only enslaved the monks and let them have a sense of identity and superiority, but also put pressure on the Western Regions or other monks who do not agree with the ideas of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance. It is nothing more than to say that we can ascend in the future, so you can continue to be stubborn. !

The leader of the Wanxian League is the top sect of the past, but these sects also have power rankings. The King Kong Temple in the Northern Region is the first, the Xuanji Pavilion in the Central Region is the second, the Guangming Sect in the Southern Region is the third, and the Tiandao Palace is destroyed. , But the nine ancestors and high-level monks still exist, and their foundation is not damaged, ranking fourth.

Wanxianmeng implemented many radical strategies. In addition to suppressing all voices of opposition, one of them was directly related to Zhang Ye.

That is, Zhang Ye's magic weapon is not allowed to appear in the heavenly chosen place. Once discovered, he will be taken to prison.

This strategy may have originated from the changes in the Heavenly Dao Palace. Those sect leaders attacked Zhang Ye with the immortal weapon created by Zhang Ye, but were bitten back by the immortal weapon, causing them to still have lingering fears.

Zhang Ye changed a new face. In order to avoid trouble, his cultivation was suppressed to the early Yuan Ying stage, bypassing the battle area between the Ten Thousand Immortal League and the Demon Realm, and entered the realm of cultivation.

Although Zhang Ye had made a lot of psychological preparations, seeing the devastated world of cultivation and the declining cultivation market towns, Zhang Ye still felt a little unacceptable. This place is no longer a paradise for monks.

No wonder there are monks hiding in the mortal world, preferring to endure the barren spiritual environment, and don't want to stay in the realm of cultivation. Many people call the realm of cultivation today, which is entering the dark age.

Zhang Ye didn't linger, and flew fast in the direction of Nanjia Mountain. After reaching the southern boundary, Zhang Ye landed on the ground.

It's not that he was tired and rested for a while, but that he was lost. After all, Zhang Ye had been wandering around in the Eastern Region. When he arrived in the Southern Region, his eyes were blackened.

He had just sensed with his divine mind that there was a cultivation family hidden in this mountain, and Zhang Ye was going to ask them for directions.

This comprehension family is shielded by formations, if it weren't for Zhang Ye to refine the virtual power, otherwise it would ignore it.

He stood outside the formation and shouted: "I am going to Nanga Mountain. I am lost. I wonder if my friend can give me some suggestions?"

In the formation, a group of young monks gathered ten feet in front of Zhang Ye. Because of the formation, Zhang Ye couldn't see them, but they could see Zhang Ye. The young monks were holding magic weapons and flying swords, as if they were facing a big enemy.

"He can't come in because of formations." A graceful woman ordered, "Don't act rashly. He should leave after a while."

Zhang Ye shouted for a long time, and no one from this cultivation family came out to respond, but his spiritual thoughts could perceive the existence of a monk in the formation, which made him very angry, why not ask for a way, as for being so stingy?

Zhang Ye was angry, and he really didn’t know where to go. He took out a gadget, a magic weapon created by Zhang Ye to break the formation, opened the formation barrier, and went straight in: "So many people~ lightnovelpub.net~nothing should be heard."

The little monks were stunned, the family formation was so easily broken?

The leading woman reacted first: "Kill!"

Zhang Ye looked at the little monk rushing towards him, confused, but also a little annoyed in his heart. He drew out the dragon-patterned bone knife and slashed it out.

These cultivators were only able to refine qi to build a foundation, and the highest was the leading woman, but it was only the peak of the golden core, where Zhang Ye's opponent was.

These little monks were beaten up and down, and fell to the ground one by one, unable to cry.

"Have you been honest now?" Zhang Ye didn't make a cruel move, but only hurt them. Then, Zhang Ye walked to the leading woman and was about to ask for directions.

The stunning woman's eyes were bitter, and she grabbed the Qifei sword and put it on her white neck: "I, Xiao Ruolan, won't marry your Zhang family. If you want to force me, I will commit suicide!"

Damn it? Zhang Ye feels his forehead hurts. Who can tell me what's going on? I never said to marry you.