Devil Fruit: Invincible from the Tremor-Tremor Fruit

If this token was carried by the sect master or an elder, Zhong Yang would not be so surprised. However, if it appeared on a newly promoted direct disciple, it would be enough to explain a lot of things.

"You may ask the supreme elders for this."

Mu Bai said indifferently with his hands spread out. He was able to decisively execute the hunchbacked young man who stole things as bait because he had a trump card.

A few days ago, another supreme elder learned about his progress in practicing the Supreme Forgetful Sword Technique and specially gave him this Holy Dao Sect token.

Strictly speaking, there are only five Holy Dao Sect tokens, which are carried by five supreme elders. According to the rules of the sect, even if the disciples who were given the tokens made mistakes, they can only be executed by reporting to the elders, and the elders will further report to the supreme elders.

In the end, only the supreme elders are qualified to execute those who were given the Holy Dao tokens.

"If I can meet the Grand Elder, I will ask him for advice."

After returning the token intact, Zhong Yang snapped his fingers to remove all the things around him that were affected by the low temperature.

"Let's go."

Before leaving, Zhong Yang took a deep look at Mu Bai and swept Gu Qingcheng's figure without leaving a trace. He looked a little lonely and did not say much nonsense as he led a team of members of the Supervisory Department to leave quickly.

Wang Linfei, who was drinking tea and watching the show, frowned. What could make the iron-faced Zhong Yang return empty-handed? What the hell is this?

It's the token just now!

The token that is qualified to be returned so respectfully is probably only the level of the Grand Elder. Thinking of this, Wang Linfei's face turned a little pale.

If Mu Bai really has a relationship with the Grand Elder, then the recent events will be very obvious. The master, who is the Grand Elder, keeps silent about Mu Bai, and even he is forbidden by the Grand Elder to move the power of the Sect Master's lineage...

Gao Changxian, who was slightly distracted, realized that Zhong Yang had left. He said in a strange way: "What happened? This Zhong Yang just left like that? Could it be that this Mu Bai is also the chess player that Senior Brother mentioned?"

The more he felt that Mu Bai was not simple, the more he was afraid of this guy from the bottom of his heart. After all, the shadow of breaking his limbs in the Lingguo sub-world last time has not completely dissipated.

"It seems that Mu Bai can't be moved in a short time. The time is not right. In the future, we can only strike down the opponent's arrogance in large-scale competitions."

Wang Linfei, who was touching his chin, looked at Gao Changxian who was relieved and was immediately furious.

"Are you afraid of Mu Bai?"

"If I am afraid, wouldn't it affect my reputation? I'm just a little afraid of him."

Gao Changxian waved his sleeves pretending to be cool.

"Very good, the sect competition will be held in a few days. I will train you these days. You must go all out to defeat Mu Bai and win the championship."

After patting the other party's shoulder, Wang Linfei strode away.

Gao Changxian shrugged his nose and almost spit out a mouthful of blood. How could this Senior Brother Wang be like a mentally retarded person!

Before, he said that chess players and chess pieces still have to rely on themselves for a long time? ! Senior Brother Wang? I think it's just a silly dog ​​Wang!

He cursed in his heart and had no other choice but to sigh and quickly catch up with the other party.

After Zhongyang left, the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, and as for the unfortunate hunchbacked man's body on the street, no one paid attention to it.

"Let's go. Even if they come to cause trouble again, they won't come to me."

Mu Bai said with a smile after putting away the Golden Crow phantom.

"It's actually the Holy Dao Token!"

Wu Guang, who was shocked, felt that something big had happened when Mu Bai met the Grand Elders that day. According to his judgment, the five Grand Elders could only treat a direct disciple who had just entered the sect so well because they needed him.

Need his talent? Or do they need his mythical devil fruit? Could it be the swordsmanship that the other party has been practicing hard in recent days? Wu Guang, who had a heart of a tiger and a nose for roses, felt that he had guessed something vaguely, but he was still undecided.

"Since Zhong Yang is quite sensible, I will be a little gentler if I meet him in the next sect competition."

Wu Guang looked at the direction where Zhong Yang left and shrugged his shoulders. He didn't hate him, but he was too stubborn, and sometimes even very stupid.

"Sect competition? Do I need it too?"

Mu Bai asked in confusion as the four of them walked towards the blacksmith shop.

"Well, Junior Brother, you didn't read the sect manual a few days ago, did you?" Wu Guang said with a smile, stroking his rough cheek.

He was right. Mu Bai had been immersed in studying the Supreme Forgetful Sword Technique these days and had long forgotten to read the sect manual. This manual was probably still thrown in the utility room in the Exiled Immortal Mountain.