Han Shou was stunned at first, frowned slightly, and said: "When you use a magic weapon, just use it. There is no need to make amends like this. You are not weak, but you must be humble and cautious."
Han Shou thought that Zhang Ziyu was feeling sorry for suddenly using a new magic weapon, so he wanted to challenge the remaining three people Zhan Ding, Zhan Bing and Zhan Yi together, so he spoke like this.
In fact, now not only the elders of their Three Palaces and Five Views are very satisfied with Zhang Ziyu, but all the uncles and brothers of the Zhan generation already admire Zhang Ziyu, a new disciple.
The eighteen-year-old Foundation Architect had defeated three Foundation Establishment Master Uncles in a row, neatly and neatly. To put it bluntly, Zhang Ziyu at this time was like a mountain standing tall in front of all the disciples of the Zhizi generation, even the Zhanzi generation disciples.
in front of.
Zhang Ziyu smiled "shyly", and with the figure of a devil-muscle man, he looked a little scary.
He said: "This magical weapon, my disciple, is very powerful. I feel a bit sorry for it one on one. It has something to do with the five ghosts carrying the magic."
When Zhang Ziyu said this, Han Shou suddenly realized that it turned out to be the magic of moving the five ghosts, so looking at it one on one, it was a bit bullying. Of course, it may not be powerful if you talk too much, but with a devil like Zhang Ziyu
Muscular people are a bit of a bully.
"Okay, you can use it. Zhan Yi, Zhan Ding, and Zhan Bing, you three, take the exam together for your nephew."
"Yes, elder."
The three of them stepped forward together, with Zhan Yi standing in the middle. He was at the eighth level of Qi training and was a bit more powerful than Taoist Master Four Eyes. He held Qingfeng in his hand and practiced Maoshan's Seven Star Swordsmanship.
With approval in his eyes, he said: "Master nephew, you have great cultivation, which is a great blessing to me, Maoshan. However, we will not be merciful in the assessment."
"Master, don't worry, just don't blame the disciple for a while."
As Zhang Ziyu spoke, a short flag suddenly appeared in his hand. It was completely black and had flowing golden and red stripes. It looked like it was not ordinary at first glance.
"Uncle, the disciples are about to start."
Zhang Ziyu waved the short flag in his hand, and the black halo spread out, and he could be seen shouting: "Five ghosts are moving, hundreds of ghosts are calling, appear!"
Suddenly, a dark wind blew across the square, and the square became dark.
The sky was darkening, not because Zhang Ziyu could influence the weather, but because these hundred soldiers suddenly appeared behind him, their ghostly aura rising into the sky, creating a sudden feeling of darkness.
Especially those with good cultivation can see the billowing black air with their Dharma eyes, which is extremely rich.
"Uncle Zhan Yi, disciple is ready."
Well... what a fart!
Zhan Yi is a Muggle, and there are a hundred soldiers and evil spirits. The evil spirit and ghost energy are soaring into the sky. They are condensed and suppressed to the extreme. Is this what you call one against three?
The other two uncles were not much better, especially the sharp-eyed one who saw that Bingsha was actually wearing the same magic weapon armor as Zhang Ziyu. How could they fight?
Zhan Yi said faintly: "My nephew, are you really a master of moving five ghosts? There are a hundred ghosts, and there are also soldiers left over from the battlefield. If you want to kill me, just say so. I'll give you the sword, just stab it.
, no need to go to such trouble."
People of the Zhan generation who don't have to compete in martial arts are suppressing their laughter. It's too frustrating. Originally, competing with this kid, with a body like a vajra and a spiritual officer, is already stressful enough. Now there is also a team of soldiers and ghosts.
Zhang Ziyu was quite embarrassed and said: "It has been slightly improved, but the capacity of the five ghosts to carry the Dafa flag is a bit small, so I changed it to a new one."
The dark soldiers stood behind Zhang Ziyu, looking at Zhan Yi and the others with cold eyes, their auras were polarized, and looking at Zhan Yi was really... pitiful.
Zhan Yi and the others are also self-aware. For such a team of ghosts, if they don't have Zhang Ziyu, they can still think of a way. But now that Zhang Ziyu's bannerman is here, their strength is even more powerful, let alone one against three.
You can't win against seven.
"I admit defeat. Junior nephew Ziyu is very strong. It is my luck in Maoshan."
Zhan Dada gave in generously, and Zhan Ding and Zhan Bing also gave in, with smiles in their eyes.
Elder Sangong could not help but smile on his face. The performance of disciple Zhang Ziyu was really great, far beyond their imagination. Maoshan was lucky to have such a disciple come out of Maoshan.
"Quiet!"
Hanqing stood up and suppressed the whispers that gradually sounded in the square. He said with a smile on his face: "Ziyu, collect your soldiers first, don't waste too much energy."
After all, Hanqing is a master at the ninth level of refining the gods. Naturally, he can see that although the Hundred Ghost Banners are better than the Five Ghosts in carrying the Dafa flag, they also consume a lot of energy.
"Disciples obey orders"
As soon as Zhang Ziyu waved his hand, all the soldiers were retracted into the Hundred Ghost Flags. At the same time, the Hundred Ghost Flags disappeared into his body. He himself also exited the state of praying for gods and turned into a delicate appearance in blue robes.
The cold and cold atmosphere in the square suddenly disappeared, and the people of the holder's generation also breathed a sigh of relief. The pressure of the soldiers was not small.
"Now that I have passed the Five Views and attained the Three Palaces, I will become the chief disciple of my Maoshan generation, representing my Maoshan face, and walking around the world."
"I've met the chief junior brother."
The disciple of the Zhizi generation raised his hands and bowed slightly, and Zhang Ziyu immediately returned the bow. His performance in the duel just now had completely conquered these peers.
Seeing this scene, Taoist Priest Simu smiled very happily.
"You are worthy of being my disciple. Yes, that's great."
“It’s pretty good.”
At some point, Zhan Yi came to Simu and echoed faintly.
His eyes froze, he looked over, and said with a dry smile: "Senior Brother Zhan Yi, that kid is not sensible, he just got too big, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, we don't have the common sense of children, right, Junior Brother Zhan Yan?"
Taoist Zhan touched Qingfeng in his hand and looked to the other side. He had a bad feeling in his eyes. He turned around and saw that Junior Brother Zhan Yan was already standing over on his left.
"Yes, we can't blame him for being such a good nephew."
Zhan Yan stared at Taoist Master Simu quietly and said: "Senior Brother Simu, it seems that we brothers haven't discussed each other for a long time. Let's talk about it later."
"I don't......."
Taoist Master Simu was about to refuse, but the other brothers came over quietly, covered his mouth, raised their arms and pulled him away.
To accept such a good disciple and then show off is too much, too much. This has aroused public outrage.
Han Shou and the other three saw it, but they didn't say anything. They pretended not to see it and allowed their eyes to be pulled away by their brothers.
They had wanted to beat this kid up for a long time, but they didn't make a big mistake and it was hard to take action.
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He wanted to ask his disciple for help, but Zhang Ziyu had just become the chief disciple and was obviously not free. Whether it was the ceremony or getting to know the senior disciples, he couldn't get away from it now.
So, Master, please do it for yourself. Pretending to be cool will cost you blood.
Zhang Ziyu got to know all the fellow apprentices in the square, exchanged names with each other, worked hard for most of the day, and had a vegetarian meal together. The day's events were finally over.
Of course, when I was eating fast, my master also appeared again, but the circles under his eyes were a little dark, probably because his brothers and sisters put on smoky makeup in a friendly manner.
Senior Zhan took great care of Zhang Ziyu, his nephew, and everyone turned aside their eyes to greet Zhang Ziyu and get to know each other.
After a busy day, early the next morning, before breakfast, a message came from Headmaster Hanqing, asking him to go to Jiuxiao Palace.