People in the world of cultivation believe the most in the will of heaven and value the promises.

Because a sentence from a thousand years ago may become a demonic obstacle that a great Nascent Soul cultivator cannot survive the heavenly tribulation in his entire life.

Zhao Yang said that he would ask Bailuling for an explanation, so he would not give up easily.

When the secret realm returned, there were also a foundation-building monk in the sect, and the disciples of Qingyun Sect were enthusiastic about practicing.

For two consecutive days, without Zhao Yang's supervision, the disciples practice martial arts and practice one after another.

Seeing that things in the sect were stable, Zhao Yang made a brief arrangement and told Su Muluosheng and others to stay in charge of the sect. After leaving the mountain gate, he set up a sword light and left.

As he sped all the way, Zhao Yang could use his spiritual power far more than the last time he went to Yulan Mountain, the sword light was like a meteor, instantly crossing the sky.

Zhao Yang arrived at Bailugou, a thousand miles away from Qingkong Mountain, in half an hour.

Bailugou is named after the auspicious beast on the mountain. However, although this white deer is known as auspicious beast, it is actually just an ordinary low-level monster. It is not strong enough and has been hunted by practitioners to disappear.

"Qingkongshan Qingyun Sect Zhao Yang came to worship the mountain--"

The sword light stopped in the air, and Zhao Yang shouted loudly.

The spiritual power drive in the late stage of Qi refining was rolling, and most of the Bailuling fight heard his voice.

After shouting three times, he sat cross-legged in the clouds, closed his eyes and waited quietly.

After a while, several bodies flew over and landed in front of him.

These people are both men and women, and they all look like they are in high positions. When they see Zhao Yang, they all have complicated expressions.

"boom--"

With a sound of clouds and thunder, a tall figure broke through the clouds, setting a hundred feet in front of Zhao Yang.

"You are Zhao Yang of Qingyun Sect?"

Zhao Yang opened his eyes and looked at this person.

He had gray hair, a shiny light in his eyes, and was wearing a royal blue brocade robe, and the jade belt around his waist was shining with inspiration.

Cultivation, the peak of the sixth level of Qi refining.

Just as Zhao Yang was about to stand up, a fifty-year-old Taoist man wearing a blue-gray Taoist robe stepped forward and bowed and said, "Sect Master Zhao, Zhu Huai at Yuhuamen in Xiabailuling, thanks to the generous pride of Sect Master Zhao, he did not pursue our offense outside the secret territory."

This person is one of the two Qi refining cultivators who entered the secret realm of Bailuling. He also said that he would give Zhao Yang an explanation.

Seeing this man speak out, Zhao Yang turned his head and looked over.

"Zheng Master Zhao, the last time the person who caused trouble in the secret realm was my disciple of Wuhuayuan, Bailuling." Zhu Huai said, pointing to the person who asked Zhao Yang just now, saying, "This is Master Jin Yuan, the head of Wuhuayuan."

After Zhu Huai's introduction, Master Jinyuan showed disdain in his eyes and snorted and looked at Zhao Yang.

"Zheng Master Zhao, you Qingkong Mountain monks once besieged me Bailuling monks in the secret realm. How do you calculate this?"

After leaving the secret realm for three days, no one went to the Qingyun Sect to apologize. Zhao Yang knew that Bailuling would not admit his mistake in this matter. He just threw the pot on the head of the Qingkong Mountain monk, but Zhao Yang still didn't expect it.

Such black and white words can be said, and Zhao Yang was almost so upset.

Master Jinyuan's tone was stiff, and some other Bailuling monks were still a little ashamed and bowed their heads without saying a word. Zhu Huai opened his mouth, his face turned red, he sighed, and took a step back.

"Well, it is my junior sister who leads the siege of Bailuling monks." Zhao Yang nodded in a calm tone.

Hearing Zhao Yang's words, Master Jinyuan's eyes shone and grinned, "My disciple is seriously injured. It turns out that it was your junior sister who led the job. Hehe, then, we have to settle the bill."

"Yes, you have to calculate it." Zhao Yang's face showed a touch of playfulness, "How to calculate it?"

Master Jinyuan laughed and said loudly: "I heard that all the people in Qingkong Mountain have become rich this time, so I don't want many. If you see them, I will pay me a magic weapon in Wuhuayuan."

A magic weapon!

There were more than a dozen sects in Bailuling, and there were only less than ten low-grade magic weapons in total. Jinyuan spoke, and everyone else was slightly stunned. This guy really dared to ask for it.

"Magic weapon? It's easy to talk about." Zhao Yang waved his hand and a long blue knife floated in the air.

Really taken out?

All the monks in Bailuling were stunned and looked at Zhao Yang in confusion.

Master Jinyuan was also slightly stunned, and then his eyes were attracted by the long sword, showing a look of greed.

As soon as he reached out his hand and wanted to take the long sword into his hand, he suddenly paused and said fiercely: "How can this low-grade magic weapon work? What I want is a medium-grade magic weapon!"

Medium-grade magic weapon!

When Zhu Huai and others heard what Master Jinyuan said, his expression changed.

A medium-grade magic weapon is worth 5,000 spirit stones, and there is only a medium-grade magic weapon in the entire Qingkong Mountain. Master Jinyuan is clearly forcing Zhao Yang to turn against him!

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, Zhu once said that he wanted to ask for an explanation for the fellow Taoist, but his strength is low, I'm sorry for the fellow Taoist." Zhu Huai suddenly gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and shouted in a low voice: "Fellow Daoist, let this matter go, you go quickly!"

"Zhu Huai! I advise you not to be troubled, otherwise I will let you stay in Bailuling in Yuhua Gate." Hearing Zhu Huai's words, Master Jinyuan roared angrily.

Zhu Huai's whole body trembled, but his steps did not move. He stared at Zhao Yang with only his eyes, and his face showed a pleading look.

He was not an evil demon cultivator, he said he wanted to explain it to Qingyun Sect, but Zhao Yang came but was made difficult.

If Zhao Yang is humiliated or even hurt by Master Jinyuan again, as the initiator, Zhu Huai might be able to break his mind and become possessed by the devil.

This is just like if Zuo Lun and Mu Cangying didn't kill the demon fox at the beginning.

"Okay." Zhao Yang stood up.

Zhu Huai was happy on his face, but heard Zhao Yang say, "The medium-grade magic weapon is the medium-grade magic weapon."

As he said that, his hand shook, and a half-moon-shaped cyan iron fan hung in front of him.

The iron fan is three feet wide to spread, and the green fan is covered with pale white flowers.

"This fan is called the Moon Fan. The fan contains a stream of clear moonlight. This stream of light can not only protect itself, but also turn into a light blade, and instantly kill the enemy." Zhao Yang said, turning his palm, and the flowing light surged on the fan surface, transforming into a faint light curtain.

"How about this fan?" Zhao Yang closed the iron fan and looked at Jinyuan and said to him.

Master Jinyuan's face looked gloomy and his eyes looked up and down.

He is not stupid, Zhao Yang has a good cultivation level and has a medium-grade magic weapon in his hand. It would be strange if he didn't have any ghosts before.

"What, Master, don't want this magic weapon?" Zhao Yang stretched out his hand, let go of his palm, and the iron fan flew out.

Jinyuanren subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed it.

Until he grabbed the iron fan in his hand, he still felt unreal.

Is it really a medium-grade magic weapon? Has the medium-grade magic weapon fallen into my hands?

"Is it enough?" Zhao Yang still calmed down and spoke softly.

Master Jinyuan put away the iron fan, turned his eyes and looked at the people in charge of the Bailugou family beside him.

"My Bailugou is united in the upper and lower parts, and both prosper and both lose. Just giving me a magic weapon is not enough." Master Jinyuan stared at Zhao Yang, and his spiritual power slowly gathered, and his eyes showed a fierce light.

"Or, give me a magic weapon for Bailugou family, or you can take out another high-grade magic weapon. Otherwise, you won't be able to leave this place today!"
Chapter completed!