Under One Person: With unparalleled comprehension, I become the Celestial Master!

Without the slightest hesitation, he glanced at the remaining molten iron and immediately began to shape it using Qi!

It was vaguely visible that it resembled a sword!

As the saying goes, "With a three-foot-long sword in hand, one can make even the celestial beings bow their heads!"

The greenery has faded and the flowers have all bloomed; may I ask, where are the celestial sword immortals now?

Lost in thought, Zhang Daoran smiled and then turned his gaze back to the puppet beside the Corpse King.

These things have extremely strong defensive capabilities. If they could be incorporated into a sword, it would definitely improve its quality!

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately threw in a puppet!

Visibly, even the puppets began to slowly melt under the burning lightning and fire.

After doing all this, Zhang Daoran immediately went to the Corpse King.

Looking around, one could see a bunch of iron claws had appeared in his hands.

Upon arriving at the warehouse, these were the weapons he had chosen for them!

These claws are extremely sharp, and combined with the Corpse King's terrifying combat power, they will only become stronger!

Zhang Daoran snapped his fingers in delight, and the Corpse King in front of him knelt down on one knee!

This made him smile, and he then sat on the shoulders of the two-meter-tall monster.

Looking down from above suddenly gave him a feeling of being rich and powerful!

However, thinking about the upcoming battle, Zhang Daoran realized he still needed to refine some Qi-replenishing pills.

After all, we don't know what kind of people are coming down from the mountain!

But one can imagine that someone would dare to come and kill their own master.

Regardless of whether he's black or white, he's at least a master!

With a sigh, Zhang Daoran smiled and began refining pills.

With a casual wave of his hand, century-old medicinal herbs, along with various other items, appeared before him.

Zhang Daoran only stopped after taking out dozens of portions of medicinal herbs.

He sat cross-legged, glanced at the alchemy furnace, and then began to refine pills!

Meanwhile, in the backyard of Wudang Mountain...

Zhou Meng glanced at the disciple who had come to deliver the message and waved for him to leave.

After the others left, he quickly went to the old master.

"Master, more and more people are coming, about a hundred in total. It seems you've offended quite a few people!"

"Wudang is not afraid of them, so they plan to..."

Upon hearing this, the old Celestial Master immediately interrupted:

"Zhou Meng, who do you think you are? Don't even mention a hundred men coming down here!"

"Even if a hundred of Lu Jin's came, I'd still take them all on!"

Zhou Meng: "..."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Meng couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He glanced at the old Celestial Master, coughed, and said:

"That's not what I meant. I wanted you to move the battlefield further away!"

"I'm counting on these peaks to make money in the future. If you ruin them all, how am I supposed to scam tourists?"

The old master was taken aback, then burst into laughter!

Looking at Zhou Meng in front of him, he couldn't help but give him a thumbs up!

He thought to himself that before he went down the mountain, he should talk to that rebellious disciple!

Otherwise, once he leaves, I'm afraid this kid won't stay at home!

In the warehouse,

Zhang Daoran looked at the dozens of Qi-replenishing pills in front of him and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

He thought that after the alchemy furnace became stronger, the alchemy process also became faster.

Just as he was feeling quite satisfied, the bell at his waist suddenly rang.

Zhang Daoran was taken aback, wondering why his master wanted to see him.

He glanced at the sword that was still being forged, not paying much attention, and then walked out the door.

In no time, they arrived at a mountain peak.

The old master looked at the rebellious disciple he had found and a smile appeared in his eyes.

He nodded as he unzipped his pants to urinate, and said:

"I'm going down the mountain tomorrow. You wait for me on the mountain and don't cause any trouble, understand?"

Zhang Daoran, who had just unzipped his pants, nodded and chuckled:

"Let's see who can pee the farthest?"

Upon hearing this, the old master couldn't help but laugh.

He glanced down and then sighed inwardly, "This kid is small in stature but has a big bird!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhang Daoran urinated three feet into the air!

This startled the old Celestial Master, who shook his head and said:

"I'm getting old, I'm not as good as the young people anymore..."

"Damn it! You traitor! You peed on my shoes!!!"

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Chapter 50 The Scale of Rebellion Emerges! The Substitute Master Descends the Mountain to Conquer the World!

Back in the warehouse,

Zhang Daoran looked up at the Corpse King, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

With a calm expression, he shook his head and then turned his gaze to the sword.

It is faintly visible that this sword has already taken shape under the sudden tempering of thunder and fire.

Its entire body was pitch black, as if it were covered in scales, making it impossible to see its true appearance.

Seeing this, Zhang Daoran smiled slightly.

With a casual wave of his hand, the sword emitted a sword hum and then hovered in front of him!

"Dragons have scales that cannot be touched; those who touch them will perish!"

"How about I call you your 'proudest point'?"

As if understanding, the tip of the sword involuntarily bent slightly.

This filled Zhang Daoran with immense joy upon seeing it.

It is said that ancient swords possess a spiritual quality, and if they encounter a renowned master, they can even develop a sword spirit!

Zhang Daoran smiled excitedly, then bit his fingertip and squeezed out a drop of blood!

Upon seeing this, Ni Lin instantly absorbed the drop of essence blood.

In an instant, he sensed an unseen connection between the two!

Zhang Daoran raised his hand and waved it, and the Reverse Scale immediately appeared in his palm.

Although it was forged from countless black irons and strange metals, its weight was as light as a feather.

He smiled, quite pleased with it, and then swung his sword at the broken puppet on the ground!

Click!

With a snapping sound, the surface of the puppet in front of us was instantly cut open!

Such an amazing scene filled Zhang Daoran with ecstatic joy!

He realized that the sharpness of the reverse scale far exceeded his expectations!

It should be noted that even under the Corpse King's attack, this puppet could not suffer any lacerations, and there was even the aura of the Qimen Feng Hou at its wound site!

However, when struck by a reverse strike, it becomes as vulnerable as tofu.

Overjoyed, Zhang Daoran nodded slightly and then pocketed it!

The moment he has a thought, his Achilles' heel will appear before him instantly.

After doing all this, Zhang Daoran glanced at the Corpse King, a glint of light appearing in his eyes.

He figured everything was ready, and all that was left was for him to personally meet this demon from the foot of the mountain!

Thinking of this, Zhang Daoran snapped his fingers.