It’s the end of the world after becoming a mountain god!

There was a swish sound as someone drew his sword nearby. He turned his wrist and knocked the sword back.

The sword immediately switched ends and flew back at a faster speed. Fortunately, it was not dead, and it was nailed directly to the pillar next to Qiu Zhenghao's face.

Although Qiu Zhenghao was not as scared to death as the rookie Yan Fei, his expression was also very unpleasant.

He drew his sword and sneered, "I was wondering who it was. It turned out to be a traitor from the Qishan Taoist Temple! For a woman..."

Before Qiu Zhenghao could finish his words, he was slapped and sent flying.

"Who is it? Come out - you actually attacked me secretly, how despicable!" Qiu Zhenghao's fellow apprentices hurried over to help the man up.

Qiu Zhenghao had fainted, with a small but deep slap mark on his face and blood at the corner of his mouth.

The man holding Qiu Zhenghao discovered that two teeth mixed with blood had fallen out of Qiu Zhenghao's mouth.

Qiu Zhenghao is the youngest disciple of the master of the temple, and his status in the secular world is also extraordinary. The master didn't come today, if anything happened to him, the master of the temple would definitely not forgive them!

"He dares to take action but doesn't dare to stand out. He is indeed a villain who cannot stand the light!" The leader today was Fang Tian, ​​the eldest brother of Taishang Taoist Temple. His sharp eyes swept across the opposite side one by one.

Song Tang smiled softly, which immediately attracted the man's attention.

This person... he had never seen him before! It seemed that this person appeared in the Xuanmen event for the first time, and Fang Tian frowned slightly.

He did recognize the person next to her. He was a waste of the Maoshan Sect, and... a waste of the entire Taoist sect!

"You were the one who injured my junior brother?" Fang Zheng still couldn't believe it.

Qiu Zhenghao has reason to be proud of his arrogance.

In addition to being the temple master's last disciple, he is also extremely talented, even... far superior to all his fellow disciples!

Song Tang patted the paper figure of the strongman on his shoulder. The paper figure raised his strong arms, as if to say, "If I slap him, he will be defeated!"

"Well done!" Song Tang gave a thumbs up, and instead of putting the paper figure back into the bag, he let it stand on his shoulder.

Being ignored by Song Tang, Fang Zheng's pretended questioning could no longer be maintained. He looked at the paper figure on Song Tang's shoulder with an unpleasant expression.

This is……

Could this woman be the abbot of the mountain temple who recently boasted that she would recruit disciples and teach them the lost talismans?

Fang Zheng thought so and asked the same question.

As expected, his words immediately aroused dissatisfaction among other sects.

"You little brat, how shameless of you to speak so arrogantly!"

"You are so young and you don't learn well. You dare to say anything just to attract attention. I don't know who you learned it from! It's really like the top beam is not straight and the bottom beam is crooked!" These words were full of innuendos, and it was obvious that he had been dissatisfied with the Yunyang Taoist Temple for a long time.

"Humph, the Zhang family has such a scum who betrays his master and ancestors. Even Zhang Tianshi must be so angry that he must be alive! Only the Qishan Temple Master is kind and soft-hearted. If it were me, I would definitely get rid of this villain with my own hands."

"We have long since expelled Zhang Zhiqi from our Qishan Taoist temple. He has nothing to do with us anymore! And don't compare this villain with Zhang Tianshi. He is not worthy."

At first, they attacked Song Tang, but gradually the target of attack became Zhang Zhiqi.

That's right! Compared to the unknown Song Tang, Zhang Zhiqi's master is from a famous family and is a direct descendant of the Zhang family.

Instead of running the Qishan Taoist Temple, he insisted on becoming a disciple of the female abbot of a small mountain temple. Isn't this destroying his own future?

Because of the previous experience with Qiu Zhenghao, no one linked Zhang Zhiqi's apprenticeship to matters of love and sex.

Song Tang doesn't care about what others say at all. With this kind of offensive power, he's not even qualified to be a keyboard troll online!

However, Zhang Zhiqi, who was standing next to him, looked at the people not far away with a pale face.

It seems that those people over there are from the Qishan Taoist Temple. Song Tang sighed secretly, took half a step forward and blocked them behind him.

"Master!" Zhang Zhiqi smiled bitterly, "Thank you for your kindness. But I have indeed betrayed the sect, and I will have to face these rumors sooner or later. Can I solve it myself? If I can't solve it, I will ask you for help."

"No." Song Tang refused expressionlessly.

Without waiting for Zhang Zhiqi to speak, he said directly to the people from the Qishan Taoist Temple opposite: "If you want to fight, then fight. Why waste your words!"

The Xuanmen event set up a special duel arena for various sects to compete with each other.

"A battle of life and death, do you dare to come?" A disciple from the Qishan Taoist Temple shouted that he wanted to fight to the death regardless of others' objection.

"Junior Brother Yao! Master Zhang... after all, he is our master's grandson. If anything happens to him, won't you make our master die before him?" The eldest senior brother of the Qishan Taoist Temple is a man in his early thirties.

He had gentle eyes and a kind face, and also carried a sword wrapped in cloth on his back.

He shook his head slightly at Zhang Zhiqi while trying to persuade his junior brother.

"Big Brother, you can stop me today, but can you stop me every day?" Yao Ce was full of indignation. He couldn't stand Zhang Zhiqi in the first place.

With the title of direct descendant, he can obtain all the inheritance of the Zhang family without any effort.

And what about them? Although they were also disciples of the master, they could only learn the basics. They could not learn even a single move of the Zhang family's exclusive skills.

Now, among all their fellow disciples, only the eldest brother has begun to learn the Zhang family swordsmanship, and that is because Zhang Zhiqi defected from the sect.

After the Qishan Taoist Temple lost its direct heir, Master Zhang finally turned his attention to his disciples.

Senior Brother He Tianyu didn't mind, and was even grateful, but he couldn't! He felt bad for Senior Brother, and for himself!

"Why? Why?" He Tianyu's hand that was blocking his way softened slightly.

When Yao Ce saw that his senior brother's attitude softened, he shouted at the other side: "Do you dare to fight me in the life and death arena? Let's fight one on one, life and death are not a matter of life and death!"

"I agree." Zhang Zhiqi agreed with a firm look on his face.

Song Tang nodded with satisfaction. That's right! It's quite like the style of our ancestors!

The boy from the Zhang family believed in that if someone disagrees, then fight them until they agree. If a fight can solve the problem, then stop wasting time!

"Master, the field of life and death sounds very dangerous. Aren't you worried?" Qian Lai looked worried.

"With Master here, there will definitely be no accidents!" Jin Bao said firmly.

Song Tang neither nodded nor shook his head, but just patted Zhang Zhiqi's arm.

She really wouldn't ignore Zhang Zhiqi's life or death, provided it really came to this. Otherwise...

My dear disciple, it’s up to you.

Once one thing is settled, it's time to tackle another.

Song Tang took a deep breath and said loudly to the outside: "I am willing to offer ten five-element array plates, plus ten five-thunder talismans!"

The Five Thunder Talisman is the most representative talisman of the Zhang family, and it has been lost for hundreds of years!

As soon as these words were spoken, not only the Qishan Taoist Temple, but all other sects turned their attention to Song Tang.

Among them was Zhang Zhiqi, who looked at his master with a dull expression.