Zong Shenglong did not salute, but just stood there coldly.

Seeing this, Han Yang turned to look at him and said lightly: "Zong Shenglong, what do you mean?

Could it be that you don’t recognize me as the new sect leader?”

As soon as these words were spoken, many people's faces changed again, and Zong Yiping immediately said: "Sect Master, calm down, my father definitely has no intention!"

Han Yang looked at Zong Shenglong with a smile and said lightly: "Well, Zong Shenglong, since you don't want to recognize me as the new sect leader, then this sect leader is too lazy to care about you, but this Divine Sword Sect can't tolerate you anymore. From now on, you will not be a member of the Divine Sword Sect. Please take care of yourself!"

Everyone's faces showed a strong look of surprise.

Then, their faces became extremely strange. I'm afraid no one expected that Zong Shenglong, the former leader of the Divine Sword Sect, would one day be fired from the Divine Sword Sect.

If this matter is spread, I'm afraid many people will not believe it. After all, this is too bizarre.

When Zong Yiping and Zong Yiwei heard this, they looked cold and didn't say anything.

Zong Shenglong stared at Han Yang coldly and gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't kill me today, one day, my Zong Shenglong will revenge you today!"

Han Yang smiled, "Okay, I'm looking forward to it!"

Zong Shenglong snorted angrily, then flashed and disappeared into the distance. Now, he had no face to stay here.

Han Yang turned his head and looked at the old monk Tianyun on the ground, and the young monk who was supporting him, and smiled faintly: "Master Tianyun, as the saying goes, monks do not lie. I think, as a generation of monks, what you said is a calculation, right?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces changed again. They knew what Han Yang meant.

However, at this time, everyone's eyes when they looked at Han Yang became strange again. This guy actually wanted to be the head of these three major sects at the same time, and his ambition was really great.

On the other side of the Fantasy Demon Sect, Mei Ruofang looked at Han Yang, and there was a strange look on the corner of her mouth. For a while, she couldn't help but smile.

She suddenly felt that her heart was much more balanced.

Master Tianyun was seriously injured. At this moment, his face was extremely pale.

The little monk who was supporting him, heard Han Yang's words and shouted, "Little thief, dare to hurt my master, I will fight you!"

He was about to take action, but was stopped by Master Tianyun again.

Master Tianyun looked at Han Yang with a complicated expression and finally said, "If you say that, of course, count. From now on, you will be the abbot of Tianyin Mountain!"

As he said that, he took out a golden token from his body and threw it to Han Yang.

Han Yang took it and found that the golden token had the word "tianyin" engraved on it.

"This token is a symbol of the identity of the abbot of Tianyin Mountain!"

Monk Tianyun said.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Han Yang's mouth and said, "Master Tianyun, it's indeed a generation of monks. I, Han, admire me!"

The little monk stared at Han Yang with hatred on his face.

Han Yang had a faint smile on his lips, and suddenly looked at him and said with a smile: "Little monk, you hate me very much, do you?"

"Give me the abbot token from Tianyin Mountain!"

The little monk stood up, stared at Han Yang coldly, and said angrily.

Master Tianyun told him not to be impulsive, but unfortunately, the little monk was stunned by anger at this moment.

Han Yang looked at him, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "It seems that this little master has not achieved the silence of all four elements. He is just a position as an abbot. What's the big deal?"

"The devil thief is looking for death!"

The little monk shouted loudly, his figure flashed, and he rushed towards Han Yang.

Now, everyone around him looked at him, his face changed one after another. Han Yang also frowned slightly, then a cold feeling flashed in his eyes and he snorted.

"Little bald donkey, you are seeking death by yourself!"

The old bald donkey almost killed him before, and he was already full of anger. Unexpectedly, this little bald donkey dared to attack him. It was tolerant, but no one could bear it. Can't a little bald donkey do anything to me?

Thinking of this, he thought about it, and suddenly a sword energy in his body broke out in an instant, turned into a flying sword, and stabbed at the little monk.

When everyone around him saw this scene, they were shocked, especially those from the Divine Sword Sect, and a strong look of surprise appeared in their eyes.

"I really didn't expect that this son's magic sword technique would surpass everyone in our Divine Sword Sect!"

There was an elder from the Divine Sword Sect who said with emotion.

Zong Yiping and Zong Yiwei stood there, and at this moment, they were also watching this scene with complicated expressions.

Han Yang's sword technique has now entered the realm of sword spirit. In addition, the sword energy he condensed has already become substantial, with great lethality and extremely powerful.

In addition, at this moment, he did not show any mercy, so the little monk instantly noticed the danger, and his body dodged several times, avoiding the sword energy that was stabbing over.

However, Han Yang soon discovered that this little monk was not weak in ability, otherwise he would not have done anything with him.

However, he still snorted contemptuously. The old monk was no match for him, let alone you little monk.

Under his control, the flying sword was fully displayed. The little monk's figure suddenly became a little embarrassed and a few colors hung on his body.

When the old monk Tianyun saw this scene, he looked anxious and struggled to sit up. He shouted weakly: "Xuyu, no, stop..." Obviously, he knew that his disciple was not Han Yang's opponent, and he was afraid that Han Yang would take a harsh action and kill the little monk.

But the little monk had been blinded by hatred at this moment, staring at Han Yang with murderous intent. After avoiding Han Yang's sword energy, he suddenly shouted loudly, folded his hands together, and suddenly, a brilliant golden light burst out from his body.

"Tianyin suppresses the clutches of the demons, the little thief of the demon path, die!"

He shouted violently, and a huge golden palm, with extremely powerful force, slapped at Han Yang.

Han Yang snorted disdainfully and said, "Okay, I'll compete with you to see whose palm skills are more powerful!"

After the words came, his hands danced rapidly and immediately displayed the Tianhuan Thousand Demon Hand. Suddenly, countless huge black palms condensed and faced the golden palm.
Chapter completed!