This immortal has a lot of rebelliousness

He looked at Fan Bukong coldly.

Zhang Xianling remained silent, but he was thinking in his heart about how to break the deadlock.

Everyone in the "Junzitang" knows——

Among the elders of the sect, only Fan Bukong is obsessed with refining weapons. Although his cultivation level is at the bottom, he has the hottest temper and is very protective of his disciples.

When Zhang Xianling tried to seize the treasure before, he had already been mentally prepared, but he did not expect that the other party would be so decisive and come to him so soon.

"What's the matter, are you mute?!"

grin.

Fan Bukong raised his hands and sneered arrogantly.

"Don't say I won't give you a chance to atone for your sins. Return the 'Square Instant Shuttle' and then cut off one of your arms. Considering your youth and ignorance, I can show some mercy and let you go. Otherwise, today will be the day you die!"

As soon as these words came out.

The disciples around him all smiled gloatingly, wanting to make fun of Zhang Xianling.

If it were on weekdays.

How dare they be so rude to the sect's chief sequence?

The extremely twisted jealousy, hatred and revenge mentality are already obvious.

"Elder Fan, you've practiced for so many years, how come you're still so childish?"

Drooping eyelids.

Zhang Xianling sneered in public, "The three Feng brothers are unworthy of their positions. I'm helping you discipline your disciples to prevent them from flaunting themselves outside and bringing shame upon your reputation. It would be fine if they didn't thank me, but they actually want to take one of my arms. That's totally unreasonable."

"Besides, since the beginning of the universe, the great Dao has made it so, and those who are capable should be in power..."

There was a pause.

Zhang Xianling narrowed his eyes, not shying away from the other party's ferocious gaze, and said thoughtfully, "Why should I return the magic weapon I stole with my own ability?"

Arrogant and domineering.

Zhang Xianling's attitude was tough, and it seemed that he didn't take Fan Bukong seriously at all.

The other party's cultivation level remains at the early stage of the "Foundation Establishment Realm". Although he is one major realm stronger than Zhang Xianling, he is not completely invincible.

It's rare to have such a suitable opponent, and I have just practiced a lot of messy magical skills in the pagoda.

In fact.

Zhang Xianling just happened to be eager to give it a try.

Do I have the ability and qualifications to fight against a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Realm now?

"Interesting, what a great job for the capable!"

Instead of anger, smile.

Fan Bukong raised his hand and flicked it, and a faint silk thread suddenly projected from between his five fingers.

"In that case, let's see who has the harder fist between the two of us!"

As soon as the words fell——

Silk threads are flying and jumping in the sky.

The sharp edge flashed continuously, instantly splitting the surrounding sky into countless irregular spaces.

"Brother Zhang, be careful!"

Suppress the fear in your heart.

Shen Tu Yu was lying prone on the ground. Although in a state of disarray, he still looked up and shouted a warning: "This thing is called the 'Immortal Chasing Silk'. It is his most proud magic weapon. Once it is spread out, it is enough to tear the void apart. If an ordinary person encounters it, they will be killed instantly!"

The light is divided into shadows, and murderous intent is hidden.

In conjunction with the cultivation level of the initial stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

If Fan Bukong exerted his full strength, he would be able to block all the space within a radius of about one mile in an instant.

It can be said to be an integrated offense and defense, as natural as an iron barrel.

It's not hard to imagine.

Under such extreme fighting conditions, it would be difficult for Zhang Xianling to get close to the opponent even if he wanted to.

Zhang Xianling was not given a chance to react.

Fan Bukong's ten fingers twitched continuously, controlling the golden threads in the sky to flip and fly continuously.

He waved his hand suddenly.

Fan Bukong immediately launched a full-scale attack, his eyes gleaming with ferocity as he shouted, "Prepare to die!"

hum~~~

The sky was filled with golden threads crisscrossing each other, like an endless net, covering the entire sky and blocking all the void around Zhang Xianling.

next moment--

Thousands of sharp silk threads flew across the sky, cutting through the thorns and piercing through Zhang Xianling's body.

Wow~~

Caught off guard, the scattered body fragments shattered into pieces on the spot and suddenly fell to the ground.

Including Shentu Yu, everyone present was stunned.

No one could have imagined it.

After just one encounter, Zhang Xianling was instantly cut into pieces, leaving him with no chance of turning the tables.

"Brother Zhang, what should we do..."

He collapsed limply on the spot.

Shen Tu Yu was in a trance for a moment, and after a brief moment of shock, he immediately felt endless fear.

Even someone as strong as Zhang Xianling was killed on the spot by Fan Bukong. It is conceivable that as a follower, his end would be miserable. Everything is over!

"You ignorant brat, I know your body refining realm is very powerful..."

Smile triumphantly.

Fan Bukong made no secret of his murderous intent. He shook his head with disdain and said, "Unfortunately, the magic weapon I refined is not vegetarian. No matter how strong your body is, it is still just flesh and blood!"

"Elder Fan, I'm afraid I misunderstood..."

I couldn't help but be startled.

Fan Bukong stood there in a daze, but the familiar and cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears again.

A step out of the void.

Zhang Xianling's figure suddenly appeared, and his translucent state gradually emerged like a ghost, just a few inches away from Fan Bukong's back.

"Body training is just a personal hobby. What I'm really good at is sneak attacks!"

bass--

Use your fingers as swords and strike accordingly.

Zhang Xianling pointed in the air, and the true energy in his body gathered at the tip of his finger. He then used all his strength to send a sword beam towards the back of Fan Bukong's neck.

With a bang~~

A strange light flashed by.

In a flash, the sharp sword light was forcibly dissolved in an instant.

The powerful recoil force was so devastating that it bounced Zhang Xianling and Fan Bukong away, one to the left and one to the right, respectively, in opposite directions.

All of a sudden.

Everyone couldn't help but exclaim.

It was true that all this happened in a split second. The two men moved so quickly and without any delay that they were unable to react in time.

"Smelly boy..."

Beads of sweat the size of beans oozed out of his forehead. His arrogance was long gone, and his face was full of fear and vigilance.

Fan Bukong asked in a deep voice, "Such strange sword light, and the shape-shifting trick just now, are definitely not the methods of our 'Junzitang'. Tell me the truth, where did you learn this from?!"

as predicted.

Looking at the pile of minced meat again, it had already turned into green smoke and dissipated. It was simply a deception used to deceive people.

"It's just a small path, not worth mentioning."

His hands were behind his back.

Although Zhang Xianling looked calm on the surface, the sword finger hidden behind his back was twitching and shaking constantly, also affected by the recoil force.

"It's you, Elder Fan, who is indeed a master of refining weapons within the sect. You have an endless supply of magical weapons around you, which is truly enviable."

Hear the words.

His face was as ugly as pig liver.

Fan Bukong secretly clenched his teeth, and the jade pendant that was originally hanging around his neck had already shattered.

The "Spiritual Sword Finger" that Zhang Xianling had just used was extremely powerful.

If he hadn't been wearing a special defensive magic weapon, he would have probably fallen into the opponent's trap by now.

Despite his young age, he was quite strong, bold and careful, and his actions were decisive and ruthless.

Zhang Xianling's performance was shocking, like a viper with its fangs bared, which could easily cause people to fall flat on their faces if they weren't careful.

Fan Bukong suddenly felt a sense of unease.

He hesitated for a while.

But he no longer dared to underestimate the young man in front of him, how could he dare to act rashly? !

"Junior Brother Fan, why bother to fight with the younger generation in the sect..."

It was a time of tit-for-tat.

High in the sky, an old figure floated over from afar.

The person who came was none other than Wang Qi, the elder of the sect who had once represented the headmaster in the back mountain to confer the title on Zhang Xianling.

"Senior Brother Wang, why are you here?" Fan Bukong asked in surprise.

"Ugh......"

Falling all the way down from mid-air.

Wang Qi sighed deeply and said with a wry smile, "You have caused such a big commotion here. Not only can a slacker like me sit there and watch, even the Sect Master can't sit idly by. That's why he sent me here to clean up the mess and prevent it from causing even greater trouble..."

Hear the words.

Fan Bukong's heart sank and his expression became extremely unnatural, as if he was very afraid of the headmaster Situ Zhong.

"This kid is so audacious! Not only did he injure my three disciples, he also forcibly took away the flying magic weapon I refined for them!"

The beard on his face trembled constantly.

Fan Bukong was furious and couldn't help but whisper, "How can I swallow this great humiliation?"

Everybody knows it.

The Wang Qi in front of him is actually Situ Zhong’s mouthpiece, representing the attitude of the sect leader.

No matter how arrogant Fan Bukong was, he had to control his temper at this moment, but he was still a little unwilling.

"Junior Brother Fan, I advise you to say less..."

Still putting on airs as always.

Wang Qi narrowed his eyes slightly and said thoughtfully, "The sect leader and his brothers have noticed your loss. In time, they will definitely find a way to compensate you. You must prioritize the overall situation and avoid impulsive actions that will ruin the sect's plans."

There seems to be something else hidden in his words.

After hearing this, Fan Bukong's expression immediately became serious, as if he had some unavoidable difficulties. After weighing the pros and cons for a while, he chose to remain silent.

He raised his eyebrows.

Zhang Xianling watched the situation quietly, remaining calm on the surface, but in fact he was convinced that these two old foxes must be hiding something from him.

Just think.

The water in this "Junzitang" is becoming more and more muddy. Beneath the calm surface, there are actually undercurrents surging.

As for the other younger disciples, they were completely confused and had no idea what the two sect elders were saying in secret.

"Zhang Xianling, come with me..."

He no longer paid any attention to Fan Bukong who seemed to be lost in thought.

Seeing that the situation was under control, Wang Qi turned and glanced at Zhang Xianling, and said confidently, "This is the cause of the incident. I summoned you to come to the emperor, but you kept causing trouble in Wenyuan Pavilion. I had to come and invite you personally."

A trace of helplessness flashed across his brows.

Wang Qi looked directly into Zhang Xianling's eyes and shook his head, "You know, the master has been waiting for you for a long time..."

After hearing this.

Zhang Xianling curled his lips and shrugged helplessly.

What is coming will always come.

As the saying goes, an ugly daughter-in-law cannot avoid her parents-in-law even if she wants to.