Chapter 915 Liwei

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

  He has done too much, it will only make Yan Tao even less prestigious, and make his disciples repel him even more.

  "This is the young master, he got the seven-star sword left by the master, and according to the rules of the door, he will be the next master of the profound door." Qi Zhi said indifferently, then stepped aside.

   After a moment of silence on the empty venue, a young man in black came out suddenly, watching Yan Tao with a calm expression and bluntly: "Uncle Qi, I don’t think he is qualified to be the master of the door."

  Qi Zhi did not answer the question, the young man looked at Yan Tao with cold eyes for a while.

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

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

  The disciples showed their doubts.

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

   Hearing afterwards, Yan Tao said, "Because you are too bad."

  The understatement contained tyrannical dominance and arrogance.

   These words almost blatantly stepped on the faces of all the Xuanmen disciples, and the voice of the words came to their ears. Their expressions changed slightly, and they all showed angry expressions.

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

  "You just had better luck to pick up our sect master's seven-star sword!"

  "That is, a brat would dare to accuse me of the mysterious door."

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

  Yantao chuckled lightly: "I can only move my lips, is this what Xuanmen gave you? Noisy!"

  The faces of the disciples flushed slightly. Some of them are nearly 40 years old, even if they are not much worse than Qi Zhi, but they were cursed by a fifteen- or six-year-old boy pointing his nose.

   Suddenly the blood surged, and he said in a cold voice, "If you are not afraid of death, just fight with us."

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

  For those who disagree with him, Master Yan has always used his fists to persuade him.

  "You can fight if you want."

  "You can go together."

  The young man casually added a sentence,

   And this sentence is simply an insult to the disciples of Xuanmen.

  The black-clothed youth sneered: "We haven't reached this level yet."

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

  Master Yan nodded, he stood with his hand holding his hand without any intention of drawing out a weapon.

  Fucked his brows and frowned: "You, do not use a weapon?"

  "You don't need to deal with you." Master Yan's attitude is extremely arrogant and domineering.

   An irritation appeared in Zhang Chi's eyes, and he was considered a genius in the Profound Sect, and his cultivation level was considered top-notch among a group of disciples.

  This boy is so arrogant, he coldly wants to teach him a lesson.

  Let him know what is so great.

  Zhang Chi placed his left hand in front of his chest, swiftly reciting the tactics, and at the same time the Taomu sword pointed at Yan Tao far away, with his right foot kicking up and pushing the sword directly towards Yan Tao's face door.

  Master Yan did not move. From the eyes of others, he seemed to be frightened and stupefied.

  (End of this chapter)