In just a few breaths, this person arrived at the entrance of Guanjian Tower.
The guards didn't see clearly how the other party appeared, and they couldn't help being shocked. One of them asked: "Who are you?"
The man smiled and said, "Aren't you all here just for me?"
After hearing this and seeing the other party's obviously extraordinary appearance, several guards quickly moved out of the way, not daring to delay their master's important event.
"please!"
The man nodded with a smile, and then went straight into the Guanjian Tower.
Everyone upstairs heard the commotion below and immediately stopped communicating.
They all sat upright in their seats, as if they were a group of primary school students about to be scrutinized by their homeroom teacher, which made Liu Mang secretly amused.
In just a blink of an eye, without hearing the sound of climbing up the stairs, the person everyone was looking forward to arrived on the fifth floor.
He was wearing a green robe, and seemed to have nothing on his body. He had long white flowing hair, but his face was smooth and fair, and he didn't look old. It was impossible to tell whether he was twenty, thirty, or forty years old.
His eyes slowly scanned the crowd, causing many people present to look in surprise. However, it turned out that one of his eyes was white, as if he was blind.
He didn't say anything, and just walked to the fence on the north side of Guanjian Tower and looked down at the battle site of the Sword Saint and Demon Lord.
At this glance, it lasted half an hour.
No one dared to disturb him, not even to say a word.
This suspected descendant of the Tianji Sect suddenly sighed: "The higher you stand, the more terrifying you can feel the martial arts of the Sword Master and the Demon Lord!"
At this time, the cute girl with tied hair from the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau asked cautiously: "Are you a contemporary successor of the Tianji Sect?"
The white-haired man turned around and looked at the girl until she was embarrassed to stare at her, then he said something irrelevant.
"You are destined to have romantic entanglements and bumpy marriages throughout your life."
The expression of the cute girl with tied hair changed after hearing this.
If this was said by someone else, that would be fine, but if it came from the mouth of the famous descendant of the Tianji Sect, then she would have to take a closer look.
Could it be that the descendants of the Tianji Sect can tell fortunes?
However, the girl with tied hair and her senior brother Fan Haowen reacted even more than she did.
His face was ashen and he said angrily: "Even if you are a descendant of the Tianji Sect, you can't talk nonsense!"
The successor of Tianji Sect just looked at him lightly and didn't bother to pay attention to him.
Zhang Xinye cupped his fists and said: "I am Zhang Xinye of the Zhang family in Jingcheng. I wonder if you..."
"Tianji Sect, Zhang Li."
The successor of the Tianji Sect officially announced his name, and everyone looked solemn.
Although Tianji Sect, the most mysterious sect in the world, is not among the ten sects, its intimidation and influence are not small at all.
As long as you obtain the Tianji Order and go to the Tianji Sect with it within ten years, you can ask the other party to do something for you.
Most of the people who received the Tianji Order either became martial arts masters or became court giants, which shows the strength of the Tianji Sect.
However, no one has figured out the principle of giving away the Tianji Token yet, and they don’t know what the Tianji Sect based on deciding whether to give out the Tianji Token. All they know is that the target must be a man or woman under the age of twenty.
Tianji Zong Zhangli's gaze swept across the crowd, and the people he glanced at were in complex moods, with both longing and fear. They were eager to obtain the Tianji Order and were afraid of having their fortunes told by him.
However, Zhang Li glanced around, shook his head slightly and said nothing.
But everyone's heart sank. Could it be that Zhang Li didn't like anyone?
At this time, Fang Qingtang Shi Shiran came out from behind and bowed to Zhang Liyingying, the successor of Tianji Sect:
"The little girl Wan Yue Merchant Fang Qingtang has met Mr. Zhang."
"I wonder if Young Master Zhang will send out the Tianji Order today?"
Fang Qingtang actually asked directly, but her tone was calm and not annoying at all.
Zhang Li said: "Everything depends on fate. If there is no fate, even if you force it, it will be in vain."
He then looked at Fang Qingtang and said: "You are destined to experience three disasters in your life, unless you meet the destined person, otherwise..."
He didn't finish what he said, but the meaning was very obvious.
Fang Qingtang's expression remained unchanged, but he asked: "I wonder if Mr. Zhang can give me an idea of whether I can practice martial arts in this life?"
"It's difficult, extremely difficult! Unless you meet the right person." Zhang Li still said the same thing.
He once again glanced at everyone present, but he had the intention of leaving.
At this time, he only heard an extremely weak laugh coming from behind. Zhang Li couldn't help but turn his head, but it seemed like he realized for the first time that there were other people in the building.
It turned out that Liu Mang and the others were sitting in the corner of the tower, directly behind Zhang Li's body. He had not noticed Liu Mang and the others before.
Liu Mang didn't expect to meet a magic stick here. The key is that he said it in a convincing way and everyone seemed to believe it.
First of all, he has always been an atheist. After all, he learned historical materialism in his previous life. Furthermore, even if there is a fortune teller, it is absolutely impossible for him to be the one in front of him.
After all, no matter how powerful martial arts masters are, they are still in the category of mortals. In Liu Mang's mind, only immortals in the sky have such abilities.
However, Zhang Li frowned when he saw Liu Mang: "How could I ignore you?"
For an expert like him, there is no so-called blind spot in the field of vision. It is very strange to ignore Liu Mang and the others.
He glanced at Ban Yang, Qi Quan, Lin Hanlin, and Liu Mang, and lingered on Liu Mang's face for a long time, with a look of extreme shock on his face.
"You have a domineering and imposing appearance. You should be one of the first-class heroes who founded the country and are the kings of the world. But on the inside, you are like a lake of tranquility. You are clearly a person who does not like to move and longs for peace. How can you be so contradictory? How strange!"
"And I can't even figure out your fortune!"
"In this world, whether it is the Rotten Peach Temple, the Huanzhen Temple, the Ghost City, the Sword Festival Valley and other major powers, or the famous masters, strangers, or ancestral bloodlines, there is no one that I cannot count..."
After Zhang Li said this, Liu Mang was also shocked.
He thought that in his previous life, he was an otaku who liked to hang out in Internet cafes and play games or go to the gym to practice Sanda all day long. Even though he had just traveled through time, he worked as a coolie at the dock all day long and was very resistant to joining a gang.
However, this damn world forced him to change himself!
In fact, he just wants to live a peaceful life with his mother, and then take her with him to the Four Sacred Sect to learn internal energy, and he doesn't bother to get involved in all the troublesome things in the world!
The face of Zhang Li opposite him showed an expression of extreme disbelief.
The more he looked at Liu Mang, the more confused he became. Suddenly his heart ached and he did not dare to look any further.
But in his hand, a black token that looked like wood, but not wood, or iron, or iron, suddenly appeared.
"Do you know the young hero's name?"
"Liu Mang."
Then he said solemnly: "Zhang Li, the thirty-third generation descendant of the Tianji Sect, presented Liu Mang with the Tianji Order in Jingcheng on the fourth day of October in the 21st year of the Qing Dynasty!"
The black token flew to Liu Mang's desk inexplicably, and then the successor of the Tianji Sect turned around and flew out of the tower, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Liu Mang looked confused.
Everyone in Guanjian Tower is the same as him.
The young master of Blood Crow Castle, Du Ziteng, opened his mouth wide. The sword in the hand of Zhenyuan Escort Bureau disciple Fan Haowen fell to the ground with a clang. Even Fang Qingtang, who had always had a calm and majestic temperament, widened his beautiful eyes.
What's on everyone's mind is: How is this possible?