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

"You——" Having his sore spot touched, the middle-aged Taoist priest flicked his whisk and was about to have a good talk with the man.

Suddenly, I found that the girl was carrying a black coffin on her back. The coffin was almost as tall as the girl, and seemed about to crush her thin body.

This little girl turned out to be a corpse driver.

The middle-aged Taoist priest quickly took a step back and said with a gloomy face: "I was wondering where this ignorant little girl came from. It turns out she is a corpse chaser! It is true that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked."

After being reminded by the middle-aged Taoist priest, the young people from the surrounding Xuanmen sect finally noticed the coffin on the girl's back.

Some people who had heard of it were fine, but some who had never heard of the corpse driver looked like they had seen a ghost.

After hearing the half-understood popular science of others, he immediately looked gloomy, "Why hasn't this evil cult been expelled from the Xuanmen? They actually raise corpses as weapons, which is unheard of!"

The girl blinked her big eyes, and after a while seemed to realize that she was being disliked.

She said nothing, then turned around and walked out, carrying her huge coffin on her back.

You have to squeeze hard to get in, but it's extremely easy to get out.

Looking at the path that had been opened up to allow two people to pass through, the girl tightened the coffin on her back and strode away from the crowd.

"Ali, they are so boring." The girl patted the coffin behind her and sighed like a little adult, "Sure enough, these people are just like what Master said, they are not very friendly to us."

She looked around for a while and saw a lot of people gathered at another fighting arena in the distance. She instantly became happy again.

When she smiled, two deep dimples appeared on her face. She quickly pointed to the distance and suggested, "Let's go there. It seems to be lively there too!"

After saying that, he nodded with satisfaction and continued to talk to himself: "You want to go too, right? We'll go right away."

A battle of life and death.

The number of people coming to join in the fun today is more than twice as many as usual.

"The current master and disciple of Qishan Taoist Temple are competing against the direct descendant of the Zhang family. Is this considered an internal fight?" someone asked in confusion.

Someone who obviously knew the inside story looked at this person and said with a smile, "Internal strife? Zhang Zhiqi rebelled against the Qishan Taoist Temple, didn't you know?"

"What! When did this happen? Why did he betray me when everything was fine? This is treasonous and blasphemous... Oh, I am so confused, so confused!"

What is the Qishan Taoist Temple? It is the Taoist temple of Zhang Tianshi.

In the entire Taoist sect, at least half of the ancestors came from the Qishan Taoist Temple. Of course, this origin must be traced back to two thousand years ago.

At least for now, none of the major Taoist temples and sects have admitted that they are subordinate to the Qishan Taoist Temple.

They also worship Zhang Tianshi as their ancestor, but they do not think that Zhang Tianshi is the Zhang Tianshi of the Zhang family!

Zhang Tianshi is our ancestor, he just happens to be from the Zhang family, that’s all.

"Hmph! What else could it be for? For personal selfishness!" The man looked disdainful.

Noticing that Zhang Zhiqi had already come on stage, he pointed at the woman standing across the stage and said, "See? That's the legendary Master Song of the Mountain God Temple. She was showing off her divine power in the Ascension Tower yesterday!"

The tone was extremely contemptuous, and just when he was about to continue speaking.

A gaze, passing through the ring and the crowd, looked at him with a smile.

"No, that's impossible?" The man's face turned slightly pale when he met those almond-shaped eyes.

He estimated the distance between the two men. The arena in the middle was square and about eleven or twelve meters long.

Adding that they were each two or three meters away from the arena, the total was almost eighteen meters.

It's so noisy around that even a master of Xuanmen would find it difficult to accurately locate the location amid the clamor.

"Who said no?" A pleasant female voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

The sudden voice seemed to be speaking right into his ear.

He looked around with his neck stiff, and found that no one seemed to hear the sound.

He was immediately frightened and his face turned pale. He screamed, "Ghost——"

He pushed the crowd away like a madman and ran away from the arena as if he was escaping for his life.

"Master, what are you talking about?" Yan Fei didn't pay attention for a moment, so he quickly bent down slightly and asked again.

Song Tang looked at the embarrassed figure, his lips curled up slightly in a good mood, and shook his head without saying anything.

Soon the fight officially began.

"Zhang Zhiqi, if you are willing to return to the Qishan Taoist Temple now, I will give up the life-and-death battle with you." Yao Ce held the hilt of the sword behind his back, as if he would draw the sword immediately if Zhang Zhiqi dared to shake his head.

Zhang Zhiqi stood tall and slender on the stage. Today he specially wore the gray modified Taoist uniform from the Mountain God Temple.

His long sword was not covered by a backpack, but was directly carried on his back with a black leather holster.

Zhang Zhiqi drew out his long sword, pointed it at his former senior brother, and said decisively, "Senior brother, please draw your sword!"

"I don't deserve to be called senior brother!" Yao Ce drew out his sword with a swish and looked at Zhang Zhiqi as if he were a stranger.

Zhang Zhiqi just felt a slight discomfort in his heart. He exhaled slightly and his expression gradually turned calm.

"Today I want to see what you have learned since you betrayed the Qishan Taoist Temple!" After Yao Ce said this, he pointed his toes and launched an attack directly.

His sword was so powerful that it rushed towards the opposite side with a whistling sound.

Zhang Zhiqi leaned sideways, blocked the attack with his sword, and exerted a little force with his wrist to get closer to the opponent.

Yao Ce seemed to have known that he would do this. He bent backwards and knelt to slide under his sword, then stabbed him with his backhanded sword.

As if he had eyes behind him, Zhang Zhiqi's sword once again accurately blocked the sword behind him.

At the same time, he rolled in the air to create distance between himself and Yao Ce behind him.

Both parties were obviously very familiar with each other's swordsmanship. From the back and forth, it was not difficult to see that they were from the same school.

Yao Ce also realized this problem. He said coldly: "Junior brother, I thought you were reborn, but it turns out you are just like this! Look at the sword——"

Yao Ce's sword moves suddenly changed from the soft yet hard style of the Qishan Taoist Temple to a hard and fierce style.

His attack became fast and fierce, and the situation on the field changed in an instant. From the original evenly matched situation, he directly turned it into an all-round pressure on Zhang Zhiqi!

Zhang Zhiqi's expression changed, and he looked at Yao Ce with some disbelief, "Master, Yao Ce, this is not the swordsmanship of the Qishan Taoist Temple!"

"What?" There was a hint of guilt in Yao Ce's eyes, and soon this guilt turned into jealousy and anger when he saw Zhang Zhiqi's sword.

Zhang Zhiqi was a direct descendant. Not only did he have a sword forged by his master himself as a magic weapon, he also had a specially made imitation of his ancestor's sword.

He didn't need to work hard to easily learn the Zhang family swordsmanship that no one could learn in their entire life.

And what about him?

Just because he entered the sect a few years later, even though he was more talented than the eldest senior brother, he was always suppressed by the eldest senior brother and was not valued!

Since Zhang Zhiqi left, even his eldest senior brother, who was not as talented as him, began to learn the Zhang family's swordsmanship, and even owned a sword forged by the master himself.

He hinted and hinted to his master many times, but his master always evaded him by saying "the time is not right yet".

Why! Why! Why!!

He refused to accept, refused to accept——