The cold and majestic voice still echoed in the hall.
Qin Shan's already angry face was distorted, and thick anger surged from his eyes.
"Asshole! How dare you, such a young boy, humiliate my master like this!"
After scolding him, he glared at Taoist Huanglong angrily and shouted angrily: "Taoist Huanglong, do you want to humiliate our sect by bringing this person to this sect today?
In this case, don't say that I won't give you, this senior, face...
I will teach him a lesson and make him kneel down and apologize!!"
While shouting angrily, Qin Shan suddenly waved his palms and shot out two flaming fists, blasting towards Ji Tianxing.
The strength of the seventh level of the Tribulation Realm was fully demonstrated at this moment.
The extremely violent flaming fist light contains the power to destroy the world, but it is concentrated to the extreme and will not harm the tables, chairs and floor in the hall.
Ji Tianxing sat on the big chair with a calm expression, not even raising his hand to stop him.
Taoist Huanglong had already raised his left arm, waved his broad Taoist robe, and put the two flaming fists into his sleeves.
The flame was extinguished instantly, and the power of destroying the world was easily neutralized by Taoist Huanglong.
He looked at Ji Tianxing expectantly and asked in an uneasy tone: "Master, back then you taught your disciples this trick that tells the world, and the disciples have practiced hard for thousands of years. What do you think?"
Ji Tianxing nodded slightly and said calmly: "You have reached the seventh level of being a teacher, which is considered to be the pinnacle of success.
However, there is still a long way to go before reaching perfection. This cannot be achieved through hard practice and requires some talent and understanding."
Taoist Huanglong suddenly showed a satisfied expression and said with some excitement: "Thank you Master for the compliment. I know that my talent is dull, so I am very lucky to have Master's seventy points of enthusiasm!"
The two masters and disciples were seriously discussing the secrets of their secrets.
Qin Shan was stunned and completely confused.
"These two guys...how could this happen? Old Taoist Huang Long actually called that boy Master?
Ahhh! Am I hallucinating, or are they all crazy??"
Qin Shan felt dizzy, his mind went blank, and his brain was completely exhausted.
At this time, Taoist Huanglong stared at him sharply and scolded: "Qinshan, why are you still standing there? Go and call Zhao Guiyuan!"
Don’t blame me for not reminding you, if you dare to play tricks, Guiyuan Sect will die today!”
Qin Shan was shocked and angry, his whole body was shaking with anger, and his face turned purple.
However, Taoist Huanglong looked murderous and was definitely not joking.
This is a martial saint. If he really goes crazy, even if he cannot destroy the Guiyuan Sect, he can still tear down this mountain.
Thinking of this, Qin Shan could only temporarily suppress his anger, turned around and walked through the secret door in the corner of the hall, running towards the depths of the palace.
After twisting and turning through several corridors, he followed a secret passage and came to a secret room underground.
The door to the secret room was closed tightly, and a sealing formation was set up.
Qin Shan hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and made up his mind, waving his palm to create a golden light and knocking on the door of the secret room.
"Master! Disciple Qin Shan wants to see you, something big has happened!"
After a while, an old voice came from the secret room, containing anger.
"Qinshan? Why are you so urgent that you have to come to knock on the door?"
Qin Shan did not dare to hide anything and quickly reported: "Master Qi, Taoist Huanglong from Zhushan Mountain suddenly came to visit. He actually rode a black dragon and brought a young man in white robes..."
The old voice became even more sullen and shouted impatiently: "You bastard! What kind of yellow dragon, black dragon, white-robed young man... what kind of mess is this?
Don't you know that the reason why Master announced his retreat to the outside world is to avoid the incident at Tianzhu Mountain?
My teacher has told you long ago that no matter how much Tianzhu Mountain pleads, our sect cannot send troops to help, otherwise catastrophe will be imminent..."
Qin Shan quickly bowed and apologized, and explained in an urgent tone: "Master, of course I understand what you mean, but today's situation... is really special!
The old Taoist Huanglong came with great force. As soon as he entered the hall, he knocked out two elders and wanted to talk to his disciples alone.
Moreover, Old Taoist Huanglong was very respectful to the young man in white robes, calling him his master and following the etiquette of a disciple.
The young man in white robe was also extremely domineering and spoke arrogantly.
He said that Tianzhu Mountain had saved our sect back then, but now that our sect was ungrateful, he had no choice but to come and get back the moral justice himself.
He also humiliated Master without any explanation, saying that Master, you were kneeling in front of him..."
Qin Shan was full of indignation and emotionally told what happened.
But he didn't realize that the old voice in the secret room had not moved for a long time.
After a long time, Qin Shan came back to his senses after finishing the whole story and asked quickly: "Master, are you listening?"
The secret room was still silent and there was no movement.
Qin Shan frowned in confusion and muttered to himself: "Oh, Master must have fallen asleep again!
No, I have to go into the secret room and tell him clearly in person..."
As he spoke, he reached out to pull the knocker on the secret room door.
At this moment, the door to the secret room opened with a bang.
The sudden huge force shook Qin Shan back five steps before he stood still.
He only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then there was a figure in white robe, rushing out like a madman.
At the same time, a pair of steel-like hands also grabbed his shoulders.
"What did you just say? Huang Long called the young man in white robe his master? The young man in white robe called himself his master? Are they still discussing what's inside his sleeve?"
A thin, white-haired old man pinched Qin Shan's neck with both hands, his eyes widened, and he shouted out of control.
Qin Shan rolled his eyes at the pinch, quickly opened the old man's hands and took several steps back.
"Master...Master, what's wrong with you?"
The old man in white robes with white hair is none other than Zhao Guiyuan, the previous leader.
He stared at Qin Shan with a horrified expression, and roared emotionally: "Speak quickly! Did you see everything just now with your own eyes?
Did the young man in white robe really say that his master once knelt at his feet and swore to be loyal to Tianzhu Mountain forever?
That guy...what does he look like?"
Qin Shan nodded in agreement, thought about it for a moment, then stretched out his hand and gestured: "That young man in white robe is very handsome and powerful, and at first glance, he is not a mortal.
He is eight feet tall, wearing a white robe and a pair of black cloth shoes, with a handsome and cold face, eyes like stars, and eyebrows like swords..."
Zhao Guiyuan was completely stunned, staring at Qin Shan with distracted eyes, shaking his head repeatedly, and murmuring: "This is impossible! It can't be him! How could there be such a miracle in the world?
He has been dead for thousands of years, how can he still be alive?!"
Qin Shan also gradually calmed down. Seeing that his master looked crazy, he suddenly thought of something and his expression changed drastically.
"Master of the Huanglong Old Way? Isn't that the master of Tianzhu Mountain... the sword... the sword god?!"
After a long time, Zhao Guiyuan took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in his heart, and asked in a deep voice: "Qin Shan, think about it carefully, what else did the young man in white robe say?"
Qin Shan hesitated for a moment, then said: "He said... let you... kneel down... kneel down and enter the hall."
After hearing these words, Zhao Guiyuan suddenly stiffened and let out a lamentation as if he were mourning for his heir.
"It's him! It must be him! Only he... has this qualification and domineering power!"
Qin Shan frowned fiercely and asked with a strange expression: "Master, is that young man in white robe really... the sword god?
You...do you really want to enter the hall on your knees?"
Zhao Guiyuan showed a wry smile, his eyes were a little desperate and he whispered: "Although this sounds unbelievable, Taoist Huanglong will never be mistaken.
If that young man in white robe is really the sword god, it’s not too late for me to kneel down as my master now...