The eyebrow-less old ancestor was dumbfounded as he watched from within the holy sword. He was too ashamed to show his face.
Embarrassing!
Truly embarrassing!
This old man's face has been completely thrown away by you unfilial disciples!
"Sigh …"
Zhang Xing let out a long sigh, and his face couldn't help but be moved.
"I didn't expect everyone to be such righteous people. I, Zhang Xing, am deeply moved."
"Since that's the case, then I will … agree to your request!"
Hearing Zhang Xing's powerful and righteous words, Wan Zhongshan and the others were secretly delighted.
Young people were indeed easy to fool. A wisp of sorrow, a wisp of affection, and a few drops of tears were enough to take him down.
"Thank you for your understanding, Sect Leader Zhang!
We are extremely grateful! "
The dozen or so people bowed to Zhang Xing.
Before Zhang Xing could be polite, they all stood up in a hurry.
They looked at the holy sword in Zhang Xing's hand.
Zhang Xing was very disdainful of their attitude, but he still had to pretend to be reluctant.
He held the sword in his right hand and used his left hand to gently wipe the sword with two fingers.
After three breaths, Wan Zhongshan saw that Zhang Xing was still repeatedly wiping the sword and had no intention of returning it.
"Sect Leader Zhang, please follow me to the sect's treasury to take a look. If you need anything, feel free to take it."
"Of course, even if I give you the entire treasury, it's not worth your friendship."
In Wan Zhongshan's mind, he quickly asked Zhang Xing to pick some rare treasures to distract him.
Even if Zhang Xing wanted to go back on his word, he would be too embarrassed to take the holy sword away.
Zhang Xing nodded silently. His right hand drew a sword flower, letting the sword stick to his arm. He slowly raised his right hand, the sword hilt facing Wan Zhongshan.
Wan Zhongshan was excited. He thought that Zhang Xing was going to return the holy sword.
Just as he was about to go forward to receive it, he heard Zhang Xing say, "Lead the way!"
Ga!
A burst of hot air was held back.
Wan Zhongshan almost bled from his seven orifices.
Damn it!
Brat, are you kidding me!
However, Zhang Xing didn't seem to notice his expression. His gaze was still fixed on the holy sword.
Wan Zhongshan knew that he was being sentimental and was a little impatient.
He chuckled awkwardly.
"Sect Leader Zhang, please follow me!"
The dozen or so people shuttled through the mountains, flying past the defensive formations and walking out of the hundreds and thousands of killing formations.
Finally, they stopped at an inconspicuous hill filled with rubbish.
Then, Wan Zhongshan took out all kinds of strange keys and entered from the hidden stone door at the foot of the garbage mountain.
Then, after passing through countless Trap Arrays, Killing Arrays, and Illusion Arrays, they finally arrived at an underground palace that was filled with an ancient aura.
"Sect Master Zhang, these are the countless treasures that our sect has accumulated over the past thousand years. Take whatever you like."
Wan Zhongshan said proudly.
Then, he looked at the sacred sword in Zhang Xing's hand.
"Sect Master Zhang, can you let me take a look at the Ancestor's sacred sword first?"
"You know how we feel right now.
How should I put it … "
Just as Wan Zhongshan was racking his brains to think of words, he felt a shadow floating in front of him.
He subconsciously made a defensive posture. His dou qi arrived in an instant and attacked the shadow.
Boom!
Deng Deng Deng!
Wan Zhongshan only felt his body tremble. His feet were unstable and he was forced back three steps by a powerful force.
He was angry and was about to flare up.
But he saw the sacred sword floating in front of him.
His eyes instantly lit up, wider than ever.
"The sacred sword is back!"
Wan Zhongshan's body trembled. He had the urge to cry.
But he still tried his best to hold it in.
He stretched out his trembling hands and respectfully welcomed it.
It wasn't until he caught the sacred sword with both hands and raised it high above his head that he slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.
With the sacred sword in hand, the world was mine!
Wan Zhongshan suddenly felt that he was floating.
All the previous efforts were not in vain. Whether it was lowering his head or enduring the humiliation of kneeling, it was all worth it.