Manager Zhou seemed to be very confident and did not take Zhang Haoran and Zhang Buer seriously at all. He even dared to do such things as murder. He must have received help from someone, which surprised Zhang Haoran.
"Mr. Zhang, look at these people behind me. Do you still recognize them?"
Seeing that Zhang Haoran was speechless, Manager Zhou pointed at a few people wearing Tang clothes behind him. They were about fifty years old and stared at Zhang Haoran with sharp eyes. However, they seemed to be quite disgusted with Manager Zhou.
"You, are you from the Tang family?" Zhang Haoran suddenly looked nervous and asked.
In mainland China's monastic world, almost all are headed by orthodox Taoists. The Liu family and Ye family that Ye Long encountered are both orthodox Taoist inheritance, arranged according to the hierarchy of sect, sect, clan, clan, and tang, but other than that
In addition, there are four other monastic circles in mainland China.
There are several famous places in ancient and modern times that are not subject to this restriction. One is the San Miao people in southern Jiangxi, the other is Zhong Kui's Celestial Master in Lingnan, the Kunlun Mountains where the Queen Mother of the West is enshrined, and the third one is the underworld and the white world in Hong Kong.
The powerful Tang Sect.
"Assuming you have some discernment, this is a master from the Tang Sect from Hong Kong. As long as you cooperate, I promise not to kill another person. Otherwise, don't blame me for being cruel."
Zhang Haoran finally understood that the reason why Manager Zhou was so bold to do whatever he wanted was because these people from the Tang Sect were said to practice very different methods from orthodox Taoism.
If they don't come, even if the Public Security Bureau comes, they probably won't be able to find out the cause of death of those disciples, and eventually there will be nothing they can do against them.
"What bullshit Tang Clan! Under the Lang Lang sky, you dare to commit murder and hurt people, let me come and meet you!"
Zhang Buer, who was on the side, immediately trembled with anger after hearing what Manager Zhou said. With a loud shout, his body was full of energy and he rushed towards the people behind Manager Zhou.
"Second brother, go and try what their Qingcheng Mountains are capable of."
An older man among the crowd saw Zhang Fuji's aggressiveness and said slowly. After saying that, an old man in his forties or fifties came out of the crowd, holding something like a bell in his hand and looking at it with a sinister smile.
Zhang Buer.
Zhang Buer had never seen people from the Tang Sect before, so he didn't know what tricks the Tang Sect used, and he couldn't tell what their cultivation level was at the moment. He could only bite the bullet and hope for a quick victory.
The second son of the Tang Sect smiled arrogantly and shook the rusty bell in his hand. The sound of the bell made a harsh noise, like the cries of thousands of innocent souls. Manager Zhou and other ordinary people seemed to have been prepared.
, tightly covering their ears, while the disciples with poorer cultivation on Qingcheng Mountain obviously couldn't bear it and began to feel dizzy and uncomfortable.
"What kind of trouble is this? Let me see if I can break you!"
Although Zhang Buer was also affected a little, he was a master of the golden elixir after all, and had been practicing for decades. The ringing of this level could not affect him. Zhang Buer struck at the second child with one palm, and took action.
It is the purest Taoist method in Qingcheng Mountain - the Kaishan Jue.
The second son of the Tang Sect spread out his movements and hid. The two of them came close to each other. However, although Zhang Buer's Mountain Opening Technique was domineering and his palms produced wind, the second son of the Tang Sect seemed to be giving in blindly and did not do anything.
Zhang Buer was attacking, but kept dodging, but he was still shaking the bell in his hand while dodging.
Zhang Buer saw that the opponent's movements were strange and that his mountain-opening technique could not hurt the opponent at all, so he pulled out a long sword from his back. The sword was covered with tadpole-like inscriptions, which seemed to confirm some great way of heaven and earth. As soon as the sword came out
, Earth-shattering changes, as if there is overwhelming power.
"Is this the treasure of Qingcheng Mountain's sect, the Sanqing Sword that has been passed down for more than three hundred years?"
The people from the Tang Sect behind Manager Zhou recognized Zhang Buer's sword and nodded with satisfaction, while Zhang Haoran on the other side was a little nervous. This Sanqing Sword is the treasure of Qingcheng Mountain's sect. His master
Before his death, he passed the Sanqing Sword to Zhang Buer, who still practiced it himself.
He obtained a natal magic weapon, the Demon-Conquering Seal, which was broken during the battle with Ye Long; and the other sect-suppressing treasure, Xumi Fuchen, is now in Zhang Haoran's hands. Zhang Haoran understands that Zhang Buer is now using it.
Sanqingjian felt the strength of the opponent, and couldn't help but think to himself:
"Is today really the catastrophe for our Qingcheng Mountain? Isn't it that our Qingcheng Mountain's thousand-year foundation will be destroyed in our hands?"
The second son of the Tang Sect who was against Zhang Buer also felt the unusual aura on the Sanqing Sword. He was slightly startled, then showed a greedy look on his face, as if this was already in his pocket, and retreated.
After a few steps, he shook the bell more frequently.
"Thief! Look at the sword!"
Zhang Buer held the Sanqing Sword and stood in the wind. The murderous aura on the sword suddenly appeared, and he used Zhou Tianyuan. Wherever the sword swept, even the air condensed into sharp swords, forming a
The extremely huge sword array was airtight and only slashed at the second son of the Tang clan.
The second son of the Tang clan stopped ringing the bell and shouted loudly. It was like a steel knife piercing people's ears, stimulating the nerves. The soul was like being cut by small steel knives. It was extremely painful. Suddenly, the bell in his hand suddenly
With a wailing sound, hundreds of ghosts rushed out from the bell. The dark wind roared, and there was no life anywhere it went.
Manager Zhou and others had never seen such a scene before. Although Manager Zhou had the courage to kill people, how could he have the courage to face ghosts? His men were already so frightened that their legs were weak and could not walk. Manager Zhou was also trembling.
He asked the person headed by Tang Sect:
"Lao Bai, isn't this a little too much? I, let's go back."
The head of the Tang Sect is the deputy master of the Baihu Hall, one of the three major halls of the Tang Sect. Because of his high moral standing, the master entrusts him with everything inside and outside, so outsiders call him "Baihu Hall".
"Just be patient! What are you afraid of when I'm here!" Bai Lao yelled angrily and spat with great disdain for Manager Zhou. But Manager Zhou was like a mouse meeting a cat, not daring to resist at all.
Can Nuonuo retreat.
"Just be patient! What are you afraid of when I'm here!" Bai Lao yelled angrily and spat with great disdain for Manager Zhou. But Manager Zhou was like a mouse meeting a cat, not daring to resist at all.
Can Nuonuo retreat.
Zhang Haoran on the other side has never seen such a strange weapon, but just from the ghost running out of the bell, he can judge that the opponent's strength may be slightly better than his junior brother, but the junior brother is protected by the Sanqing Sword.
He would not lose. He also thought about going in and confronting the enemy with his junior brother, but there were still four people from the Tang Sect on the opposite side who had not moved. He didn't know the opponent's strength, so it was better not to act rashly.