Yang Tao walked over slowly and said to the shamans who were facing a great enemy:

"Shuo Xuexuan's skills are only 30% high, so he dares to appear here? After he died of joy, what you can do with the Witch Sect is this level? It's really disappointing."

Several shamans showed anger on their faces, but they still obediently dissipated the cold air.

no way.

If your fist is not as big as others, you have to shut up honestly.

"As for you guys"

The headmaster's eyes fell on the warriors in front of him who made the fire true energy. There seemed to be a flash of flames in his eyes. He was quite surprised, twisting his beard and asked:

"Where did I learn the Holy Fire Practice? Although I practiced poorly, it was a very orthodox way. It was impossible for outsiders to learn it. Could it be that if there were any masters in my teachings, would they be able to abdicate?"

"The head of the army has lived in the Western Regions for a long time and does not know about the affairs of Middle-earth."

Yang Tao’s question was answered the next moment, but it did not come from the crowd, but in the courtyard, in front of Zhenhai Tower, Wujiujiu, wearing a simple ink suit and a mask, bowed to Yang Tao from a distance.

He said:

"Don't make things difficult for the younger generation in the world. Since you are here, go into the building, have a cup of tea with us, and wait for the old friends to come. If the head teacher has leisure, I will naturally explain it to the head teacher."

"good."

When Yang Tao saw the master appear, she came to greet him specifically. An old face also showed a smile, and ignored the few warriors in the crowd who were so scared like quails.

He leaned on a peach wood cane and went forward again and entered the courtyard.

Several shamans who were wizards also followed behind him, several feet away, and they also entered Zhenhai Tower, and the master did not stop them.

"Look at the sky!"

The crowd that had just calmed down another scream.

These warriors who were drinking tea and watching the show all looked up and saw a black shadow sweeping down from the clouds. A divine eagle with its wings spread out and about a foot long came through the air.

Eagle, not the point.

The point is that behind the eagle, there is a black-clothed swordsman holding a sword and a hat. From a distance, you can feel a chic and loneliness that is beyond the world.

"Taihang Sword Saint!"

A shout sounded, and then several people ran out of the crowd, saying to the master, and bowed to the sky.

These people are all swordsmen.

They learned the Jinghong Zhaoying Sword in the Martial Realm, and they all learned it from the martial arts phantom of the mountain ghost, so they claimed to be disciples of Taihang. Several people agreed to regard the mountain ghost as their master.

Unfortunately, the mountain ghosts don’t give them face.

Qingluan carried him straight into Zhenhai Tower. By the window on the fifth floor, the figure of the mountain ghost flashed and entered the building. The giant eagle screamed and hovered around the Zhenhai Tower. It was the same as it came, flashing and sweeping between the clouds.

Although the mountain ghost is very disrespectful.

But this kind of cold and arrogant expression is very much in the appetite of a group of swordsmen.

After all, in the self-awareness of swordsmen, those who use swords should be so cruel and so rebellious.

Unlike the swordsmen who were trapped in self-guidance, the others in the crowd saw the mountain ghost known as Taihang Sword Saint appearing, and they knew that the gang of Master Wangchuan and his gang would also be on the stage soon.

The climax of this hero club is coming soon.

Although you cannot participate in it personally, it is not worthwhile to be able to see such a big event.
Chapter completed!