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Chapter 19 Yitian Sword in hand!
After He Taichong finished speaking, he saw that Zhang Sanfeng's face looked better, so he wiped away the tiny beads of sweat on his brow with his cuff.

Seeing this, the two elders of Huashan congratulated Zhang Sanfeng on his birthday in unison.

The statement is consistent with that of He Taichong.

In this case, anyone who is not an idiot knows what to do.

I am a martial artist, how can I beat Youdao Quanzhen who cultivates immortals?

"Looking at this situation, you have become a lonely family. I think you are a junior, and the old man doesn't care about you."

"Hand over the Yitian Sword, and I will give you a decent exit."

Zhang Sanfeng said coldly, he never took the threat of Miejue Shitai seriously from the beginning to the end.

Let's go up side by side and fight to the death with Zhang Sanfeng?
Leaving aside the fact that he has a fairy fate, he is not afraid at all. Even a month ago, relying on this group of trash, would he dare to attack him?
Those who are ignorant are more fearless.

"Hand over the Yitian sword?"

When Miejue Shitai heard this, his complexion changed drastically, and he refused: "The Yitian Sword is the treasure of our Emei Sect, it is impossible to hand it over."

"This is not a discussion. If you don't want to be decent, Pindao will help you."

After the words fell, Zhang Sanfeng took a step forward, and his figure quickly came to Miejue Shitai.

"boom!"

With an unremarkable palm, Miejue Shitai was sent flying. The latter's eyes popped out, and Zhang Sanfeng flicked the Yitian Sword in his hand, and inserted it obliquely into the gap between two smooth rocks.

"Master!"

"Master!"

The disciples of the Emei Sect were in a hurry to go to the back and help Miejue Shitai up.

"Is it here to celebrate your birthday?"

Miejue Shitai was seriously injured, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes fell on the other four leaders.

"Yes, knowing that Master Zhang is about to celebrate his [-]th birthday, the disciples under my sect rushed to Wudang Mountain within one day."

He Taichong said with emotion: "Fortunately, I didn't miss it, otherwise, He would really be beating his chest and stamping his feet."

"Really?"

"Exactly!"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled lightly: "Since it's for birthday celebration, the poor are very welcome, where is the congratulatory gift?"

wait!

I can't fix it again, this problem is something I didn't expect.

Where are the congratulatory gifts?

Everyone came to ask Xie Xun's whereabouts, and they were going to make a cutscene.

Not ready at all.

Also, you are the invincible Zhang Sanfeng.

A hundred-year-old antique.

Is it shameless to ask for a congratulatory gift so directly?
This is inappropriate!
After pondering for two seconds, He Taichong said with a bitter smile: "Look at my brain, I was only thinking about celebrating Zhenren Zhang's birthday, but I didn't prepare any gifts."

"No?"

Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng's face suddenly turned cold again.

"Hmph, I'm here to celebrate my birthday with nothing."

"Are you playing tricks on the old man?"

"Don't dare!"

He Taichong resisted the pressure, met Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, and secretly thought of a monster.

Just by his aura, he can give him such a great sense of oppression. How far is this Mitutoyo's cultivation?
Zhang Sanfeng looked around the crowd, and with a flash, he came to Yitianjian and pulled it out from the crack in the stone.

"Ding."

"Zhang Sanfeng, send an exclusive red envelope to the blood perpetrator."

"Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the first-grade weapon Yitian Sword, triggering a hundred times critical strike, and being promoted to a third-grade weapon."

"Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the Nine Yin Mantra of the earth-level low-grade exercise, triggering ten thousand times the critical strike, and being promoted to the top-grade heaven."

"Shangxian, luckily he did not disgrace his life."

On Wuyi Mountain, Li Yi used his magic power to control the innate spiritual treasure and the treasure money, and he praised without hesitation: "Good job, I reward you with a spiritual root."

"Ding."

"Blood culprit, send Zhang Sanfeng an exclusive red envelope."

Li Yi: "Inside this is an Enlightenment tea tree, which is not considered a rare item. Making water with tea leaves can calm the mind, and it is also considered to be of great benefit to cultivation."

"Thank you for the gift!"

"Attention, this deity intends to clear out a batch of junk, all eyes are wide open, ready to grab red envelopes."

"This time it's a matter of luck. Don't complain if you can't get something good, or if you can't grab it."

After finishing speaking, Li Yi took out seven pieces of Ziyan Holy Blood Bodhi, and a bunch of low-grade innate spirit treasures that he didn't need.

"Ding."

"Blood scourge sent a red envelope."

Zhang Sanfeng had quick hands and quick eyes, quickly opened the red envelope, and finally snatched a piece of Ziyan Holy Blood Bodhi and two pieces of Xiantian Lingbao.

Kowloon is away from the fire cover!
A lesson in life and death!
Although I don't know what the two magic weapons are capable of, but judging from their names alone, they are by no means ordinary.

"Hahahaha!"

Zhang Sanfeng looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, the scalps of everyone watching felt numb.

Where did Yi Tianjian go?

Swish.

My hot and big Yitian sword disappeared out of thin air. This old-fashioned man with a nose can't really practice immortal skills, can he?

Seeing this strange scene, the leader of Shaolin Temple this time, Master Kongwen, was also a little apprehensive.

Resisting the injuries in his body, he whispered to his junior brother.

"Come on!"

"Go back and tell the abbot everything."

"Okay, brother."

Kong Zhi helped him up, sighed helplessly, Shaolin Temple really lost all face this time, luckily the senior brother didn't die, otherwise there is really no way to explain it when he goes back.

Every second you stay here, Shaolin Temple loses more face.

only!

The disciples of Shaolin Temple wanted to leave, but Zhang Sanfeng was not happy anymore. After finishing his birthday banquet, he prepared to leave without even saying hello?

"Walk?"

"Today is the old man's [-]th birthday. Not only did he fight, but he didn't even bring a congratulatory gift. Isn't that against the rules?"

As soon as the figure moved, Zhang Sanfeng stood in front of the door for everyone to go down the mountain, and said: "Wudang Mountain is beautiful, why don't the leaders stay here."

"Looking at you, let's rest here for a while, and Cuishan will entertain you. This can be regarded as showing the friendship of the same family."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Sanfeng smiled lightly and looked at a group of decent disciples from all famous schools.

He stared at the expressions of Master Kongwen and other senior officials with appraising eyes, only to be stunned.

Unfortunately, no.

After looking at each other, the faces of the other five decent leaders instantly collapsed.

Treat a fart.

It's just another kind of house arrest, so keep it as a bargaining chip.

next second!
The people who reacted couldn't help but change their gazes at Zhang Sanfeng, it seemed that the danger was going to be raised to a higher level.

High force, not terrible.

No morals, not scary.

The point is that a hundred-year-old Taoist priest with explosive force does not have the slightest airs.

Do it yourself!

He also asked for gifts in person.

Also!

Detaining himself, what a huge conspiracy there is.

Is it!

This old man really wants to command the world?

Facing everyone's complicated gazes, Zhang Sanfeng went on to say: "Master Kongwen is too seriously injured, we should try to stay here for a while to recuperate."

"Otherwise, there is a high possibility of death on the spot after coming down the mountain."

"Master's injury is not minor. It's all because of the poor Taoist. I don't know how much strength I used to strike. Who knows, I can't stop the master even if I slap it casually."

(End of this chapter)