Opening confession to the beautiful master

"Finally I left the Immortal Sword Sect..."

Zhang Yi sighed softly with a long sigh.

"You are really good, I have known Jian Shili for so many years, but this is the first time I have seen him so enthusiastic."

The drunkard looked at Zhang Yi with a smile and teased.

"But to be honest, do you know how to condense the sword of God-slaying?"

The drunkard had been holding back this question for a while, and he had not asked it until now.

Zhang Yi shook his head thoughtfully and said, "No, if I knew how to condense it, I would naturally take the opportunity to knock them."

He did not want to cause trouble for the drunkard, and the idea that the sword in his body was the prototype of the sword of God-slaying was just a guess.

"If you can condense the sword of God-slaying, you may become the first person to slay God in the future."

The drunkard showed a yearning look on his face. He was reduced to this point all thanks to the gods, and naturally he had some resentment in his heart.

"Why can't the Emperor of Heaven kill gods?"

In Zhang Yi's impression, the Emperor of Heaven is the strongest in the fairy world. Is it really just because he lacks a magic weapon?

"The gods are immortal. Only a specific method can make them fall completely, and this may require the legendary sword of killing gods."

"It is rumored that the sword of killing gods was forged by our Tianqing ancestor. It is precisely because it comes from his hands that it has the power to kill gods."

Every time the drunkard mentioned the Tianqing ancestor, he always had a look of admiration on his face. I think this should be an emotion from the bottom of his heart.

"Oh? There is this layer of origin?"

Zhang Yi was a little surprised, and he became more and more curious about the missing Tianqing ancestor.

"That's right. Back then, the Tianqing Holy Academy was extremely popular, and no one could match it. But later..."

Speaking of this, the drunkard sighed and showed a sad look on his face. He did not continue to speak. He waved his hand and paused, saying: "Forget it, these are all old things, so let's not talk about them."

"But you broke through the Immortal Sword Formation so easily this time, and you also got the blessings of all the sword spirits. This time you go back, you will scare the sect master and others, right?"

The drunkard patted Zhang Yi's shoulder and said with a smile.

"Everything depends on human effort. More friends mean more ways. The troubles I caused will naturally be solved by me."

If it weren't for the mission of the Destiny Map, he would not bother to do so much in the Immortal Sword Sect. This also proves that sometimes people really need to be pushed.

Thinking back carefully on this journey, I don't know how many times I was forced by the Destiny Map, which led to today's achievements.

A few hours later, under the laughter and playfulness of the three masters and apprentices, they returned to the Tianqing Holy Academy. When the gatekeepers saw them coming back, they all widened their eyes and informed the sect master immediately.

"Master, elders! The Son of God and the others are back!"

The gatekeeper called out loudly, and in just a blink of an eye, the mountain gate was surrounded by a crowd.

Ye Wumian and the others didn't need the gatekeepers to report at all. When Zhang Yi and the others arrived, they knew the news of their return through their breath.

Ye Wumian and Gu Tianxing and several other elders appeared one after another, and looked around Zhang Yi for a long time, until they confirmed that he was unharmed, and then they were completely relieved.

"No, how did your cultivation level improve?"

Ye Wumian found something wrong, and asked with some surprise and curiosity.

"You didn't go to the Xianjian Sect, did you? Instead, you went to other places to look for opportunities? But this is also good, at least there are not so many dangers."

Ye Wumian sighed to himself.

"Master, who told you that we didn't go to the Xianjian Sect?"

The drunkard smiled brilliantly, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

"????"

Instantly, several people including Ye Wumian looked at the three drunken masters and apprentices with puzzled faces, "Drunken man, this matter can't be a joke. Is Jian Shili so easy to mess with? Can you come back so quickly after going there? And what about Zhang Yi's cultivation?"

"Do you want me to tell it or should I tell it?"

Drunken man smiled meaningfully, and ignored Ye Wumian and the others at all, but looked at Zhang Yi and Princess Zi Ling and asked.

But he just asked symbolically, without giving them a chance to answer, and quickly said: "Of course I taught well, let Zhang Yi go to the Immortal Sword Formation..."

"What? Are you crazy? You actually gave Zhang Yi such a crazy idea!"

Hearing this, Ye Wumian looked excited, and didn't even let the drunken man finish his words, and he started to speak.

"Hey hey hey, isn't he fine now? Why are you shouting at me?"

Drunken man couldn't stand this grievance, and gently patted Ye Wumian's shoulder to signal him to calm down.

"Huff, huff, huff..."

Ye Wumian took a few deep breaths, and gradually regained his composure when he saw Zhang Yi in front of him, who was safe and sound. He also roughly understood what was going on, and stretched out his hand and said, "So Zhang Yi has passed through the Immortal Sword Formation? And he has also gained some opportunities in it?"

"So, now Zhang Yi is the honorary son of the Immortal Sword Formation? All the grievances with the Immortal Sword Sect have been written off?"

Besides this, Ye Wumian could not think of any other possibilities.

"It's too small, too small..."

The drunkard nodded in agreement with what Ye Wumian said, but when he finished speaking, he shook his head and denied it.

"It's too small?"

Ye Wumian's lips trembled slightly. His statement was already very bold, okay? Now the drunkard said that he was too small?

"What else can there be?"

Ye Wumian looked at the drunkard's smug expression and knew that he wanted to show off. He did not urge him, but asked anxiously.

"Listen to me, all of you!"

"Break through the Immortal Sword Formation, become the honorary son of the Immortal Sword Sect, resolve the grievances of the Immortal Sword Sect, enter the Sword Pavilion of the Immortal Sword Sect and receive the blessings of all sword spirits, and there will be signs of condensing the sword of the God-slaying!"

The drunkard coughed a few times, and shouted loudly like a bell, and every word was clearly heard by every disciple of the Tianqing Holy Academy.

"What?!"

As soon as these words came out, Ye Wumian and several high-level officials of the Tianqing Holy Academy looked at Zhang Yi in disbelief. Others may not know the meaning, but they know it clearly.

"Not only did he become the honorary son of God, but he also received the blessings of all sword spirits? Is there a sign of condensing that sword?"

Ye Wumian grabbed Zhang Yi's collar and pulled him in front of him. When he spoke, even his body was shaking slightly, and he could see his excitement.

The situation of the other elders was not much better than his. They all looked at Zhang Yijun as if they had seen a ghost, and their hearts were already in turmoil.

Everyone's eyes and attention were on Zhang Yijun, and the drunkard who announced the news earlier was ignored. This made the drunkard a little embarrassed, and he protested dissatisfiedly: "Hey, hey, hey, shouldn't you ask me? He is my disciple. Without my teaching, how could he have achieved what he has today?"