One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Their faces were flushed, and they were gritting their teeth as they fought to the death with several translucent, bizarrely-looking "monsters"!

Some disciples were being clung to by the legs of a large, pot-bellied phantom, their mouths watering and their hands trembling as they brandished their swords.

Some just stared blankly at the air, slashing wildly while muttering things like, "These are all mine."

"What the hell is this thing?!"

Standing behind Zhang Tianyi, Zhang Chulan watched the Tang Sect disciples struggling against thin air and felt a chill run down his spine.

"Are they experiencing a collective hallucination?"

"stop!"

Tang Miaoxing roared, and the sound wave, carrying powerful Qi, exploded directly in the valley.

The moment that voice came out.

The people from the Quanxing side jumped back, creating distance between themselves.

The Tang Clan disciples also took the opportunity to catch their breath and stumbled back behind Tang Miaoxing and Zhang Wang.

Gao Nan and Han Yin, who were in charge of guarding the facility, were also covered in sweat and panting heavily.

The two walked quickly to Tang Miaoxing, their faces extremely grim.

"Master! You've finally arrived!"

Gao Nan wiped the sweat from his face, pointed to Tu Junfang across the room, and reported with lingering fear:

"These Quanxing guys are too weird! Especially the one in the suit!"

"Our poisonous miasma and hidden weapons can't even get close to him. With just a wave of his hand, he can rip several monsters out of the bodies of several of my fellow disciples!"

Han Yin nodded repeatedly beside him, adding:

"Those monsters are invincible, but once you get involved with them, all your anger and greed will erupt, and you won't be able to control yourself at all! Several disciples have already been hit and are lying on the ground!"

Upon hearing their reports, Tang Miaoxing narrowed her eyes and stared intently at Tu Junfang.

"The Three Corpses... Tu Junfang."

Tang Miaoxing's voice turned cold:

"It draws out the upper, middle, and lower three corpses of the human body, causing people to be consumed by their own desires. In the entire sect, only you have this unique skill."

opposite.

Tu Junfang yawned, rubbed his dark circles, and said with a helpless tone:

"Master Tang, it's an honor to meet you. We didn't really want to cause trouble here, but we were forced into this situation. We'd like to have a chat with Senior Xu Xin of your sect. Would you be so kind as to grant us this favor?"

"Screw you, making things convenient for me!"

Zhang Wang cursed loudly, his black gold dart already firmly planted in his hand.

"None of you rats will make it down the mountain alive today!"

Just when both sides were on the verge of war and ready to fight again at any moment.

The rear area of ​​the Quanxing faction.

Yuan Tao was originally hiding behind a rock, preparing to throw a few dragon seeds to launch a sneak attack.

When they saw the white-clad figure slowly walking out from behind Tang Miaoxing.

They were immediately terrified!

"My goodness..."

Yuan Tao gasped, feeling as if her legs suddenly wouldn't obey her commands.

Who did he see?

The young Taoist priest, wearing sunglasses, with his hands in his pockets, was sizing them up.

Isn't that the same ancestor who almost shoved his brains out with a slap on Longhu Mountain?!

"Zhang... Zhang Tianyi, why did you come along too?!"

Yuan Tao's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

He originally thought that this Celestial Pivot Master would not cause them any trouble, just as Lü Liang had said.

Unexpectedly, this scoundrel actually made it to the back mountain of the Tang Clan!

And it's right in front of us!

run!

This was the only thought left in Yuan Tao's mind.

Where there is life, there is hope.

Anyone who wants to die can go ahead and die; I'm out of here!

Yuan Tao turned around silently and tiptoed into the woods behind him.

They'd barely taken half a step.

Snapped.

A hand grabbed the back of his tattered vest by the collar.

Yuan Tao froze, then turned around.

Lü Liang was looking at him with a smile.

"Mr. Yuan, this grand show has only just begun, where are you in such a hurry to go?"

Lu Liang lowered his voice, his tone revealing a sly wickedness.

"I need to pee! I'm an old man with prostate problems, can't I just go pee?!"

Yuan Tao was so anxious that she stared wide-eyed and tried desperately to break free.

"You have to hold it in even if you need to pee."

Lu Liang applied a little force, not only not letting go, but also pulling Yuan Tao forward two steps, pushing him to the front of the Quanxing team.

"We, the Quanxing, cannot back down before the battle even begins. You are a senior; it would be impolite not to come out and say hello at this time."

Yuan Tao was pushed forward, and it was too late for her to back down.

Because Zhang Tianyi on the other side had already glanced over.

The two looked at each other.

Yuan Tao felt her heart skip a beat.

He forced out a smile that looked worse than a grimace, hunched over, and cupped his hands towards Zhang Tianyi like a beckoning cat.

His voice trembled like a leaf:

"Oh... Heaven... Celestial Master Tian Shu, you... you've come to Sichuan for tourism too?"

"What a coincidence, haha... The weather is really nice today..."

This sudden greeting caught everyone on the Quanxing side off guard.

Xia Liuqing stopped twirling the whip in her hand and looked at Yuan Tao with a puzzled expression.

This old guy is usually very cunning, so why is he acting like a coward when he sees the people from the Celestial Master's Mansion today?

however.

Zhang Tianyi, who was on the opposite side, did not react at all when he heard Yuan Tao's greeting.

He tilted his head slightly and adjusted the sunglasses on his nose.

Those eyes sized Yuan Tao up and down several times, and her brows furrowed slightly.

A full five seconds passed.

Zhang Tianyi turned his head and looked at Zhang Chulan beside him, asking with a puzzled expression:

"Grandson, who is this old man dressed like a beggar?"

Was he talking to me just now?

Do I know him?

"..."

The entire room fell silent.

Yuan Tao's old face instantly turned a deep liver color.

humiliation!

This is a blatant humiliation!

I was, after all, a founding member of the Quanxing sect!

You almost slapped me to death, and now you're telling me you don't know me?!

Zhang Chulan, standing to the side, almost burst out laughing on the spot.

But he suppressed a laugh and cooperatively leaned close to Zhang Tianyi's ear, whispering a reminder that everyone could hear:

"Master, you must have a bad memory."

"This is Master Yuan Taoyuan of Quanxing."

"That's the old man from the time of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, on Mount Longhu, who was slapped by you so casually that he was knocked unconscious for three days and three nights!"

Zhang Chulan deliberately dragged out the last syllable: "You forgot? Back then you complained that he was too shameless and that it hurt your hand."

"Oh~!"

Zhang Tianyi then suddenly realized what was happening and let out a long, drawn-out cry, slamming his right fist into his left palm:

"I remember now, I remember now!"

He glanced at Yuan Tao, who was trembling with anger, and nodded perfunctorily.

"I'm sorry, old man, but I have a problem."

"I generally don't keep track of those small fry who can't even withstand a slap from me."