Rupert Abraham - Ming called Taoist priest

Qiao Feng gave a brief introduction to the number of allocations: the owner of Huangdao of Taohua Island, the owner of Ouyang Villa of White Camel Villa, the ancient country of Dali, my second brother's ancient country, the Tianshan Lingjiu Palace where my third brother is located, the headmaster of Quanzhen Taoism, and the Taoist Zhang of Wudang. The headmaster and Venerable Yang Guo of Sword Valley can all get two copies.

Zhang Wuji didn't hear Feng Qingyang's share, what about Venerable Feng Qingyang of the Five Mountains Sword League?

With his strength, I am afraid he can only capture one. Qiao Feng calmly analyzed that it was not that he was unwilling to give him more, but that his strength was slightly weaker, and it was difficult to win the second share from the Xuanye Sword Spirit Clan.

Zhang Wuji asked in a deep voice, then, what about my yin sect?

With the strength of Master Zhang, you can also get two copies. Qiao Feng stretched out two fingers.

Zhang Wuji's face was calm, and he couldn't see any thoughts, that is to say, the human race could win twenty-three Spirit Iron Mountains.

Qiao Feng said very seriously. In fact, with our strength, it is not impossible to win the thirty-six Lingtie Mountains, but we must also give some benefits to the Xuanye Sword Spiritual Clan.

Of the thirty-six Lingtie Mountains, our human race is divided into twenty-three, and the rest are given to the Xuanye Sword Spiritual Clan, which can also be regarded as a face for the seven tribes of the Xuanye Sword Spiritual Clan.

At the end of the day, he deliberately sent Zhang Wuji to ask for his opinion. Master Zhang thought, is this good?

Okay, I'm fine with that. Zhang Wuji gave the answer very simply.

Well, Master Zhang really makes no sense. Qiao Feng smiled happily, and stopped moving forward, the twenty-sixth mountain, I have arrived.

Zhang Wuji clasped his fists and said, wishing Gang Master Qiao success in capturing the twenty-six mountains.

Thank you. Qiao Feng clenched his fists in return.

Walking above the sky, Zhang Wuji muttered to himself with emotion, the rules are everywhere, but that's fine, it's not a loss to have two Lingtie Mountains.

The game between races is about compromise and rules. The super-large spiritual iron ore vein is very precious, and the human race cannot take it alone, while the Xuanye Sword Spirit Race does not dare to take it alone. The result of mutual compromise is that the interests are shared.

The human race is strong and can get more benefits, but it must leave a share for the Xuanye Sword Spirit Race. This is the way of balance, and it is also the ubiquitous rule of benefit distribution between races.

The golden aura descended to the twenty-seventh mountain, where a sword-shaped spirit grass lingering with silver radiance was rooted.

The pure white robe was gently dancing in the wind, Zhang Wuji was surrounded by golden flames, the energy of heaven and earth condensed behind his head, the three-legged golden crow, the yin religion of the human race, Zhang Wuji.

The silver lightning sword thirteen is wrapped around silver lightning, and the voice is cold and biting. Master Zhang, this light pattern Lingtie Mountain was originally assigned to my Yindian tribe.

Zhang Wuji announced with a serious expression, "You are wrong, this light-patterned spirit iron mountain belongs to this sect master."

Can't Master Zhang choose other Lingtie Mountains? Silver Electric Sword Thirteen asked tentatively.

Zhang Wuji said with an unquestionable attitude that this sect master wants this place.

Silver Electric Sword Thirteen sighed softly and said, "Oh, there is nothing I can do. I have a sword. If Master Zhang can take it, my Yindian tribe will give up this light-patterned spirit iron mountain.

Come! Zhang Wuji calmly stretched out his right hand.

The three silver-white leaves on Yindian Sword Thirteen flew up, and went straight into the clouds, pulling the thunderous vitality above the sky, Jian Yin, and silver and electricity descended from the sky, one hundred and eight.

boom boom boom

In an instant, the thunder was densely covered in the sky, as if the thunder snakes were twisting their bodies, and in the thunder and lightning, there were another 108 sword lights criss-crossing, pulling more thunder and lightning derivatives.

One hundred and eight sword lights slammed down, and thousands of silver thunderbolts also fell, densely packed, as if to completely destroy one side of the world.

Good swordsmanship, using the sword to catch the thunder of heaven and earth, but to deal with this leader is still almost. Zhang Wuji stood still proudly, and wanted to use his absolute strength to smash the strongest strike of Yindian Sword Thirteen.

The Nine Yang Universe is manifested, the nine-layer flame mask isolates the thunder, and the rotating small vortex distorts the silver sword light.

Evolving the way of Taiji with the vitality of heaven and earth, condensing the yin and yang Taiji map, grinding the residual lightning sword light.

Finally, his right hand clenched his fist and blasted out the rising sun of the Sun God Fist.

Bang!

A round of golden sun rose, invincible, unstoppable, the endless light, the flames of burning the sky, made everything shattered in an instant, three silver-electric leaves shattered, and the silver-electric sword thirteen fled in a hurry.

At this point, the two mountains of spiritual iron of the Yin Sect were all under Zhang Wuji's control.

Chapter 55 Rain Demon Spirit Race

On the light-patterned Lingtie Mountain, Zhang Wuji stamped the imprint of the Yin Sect with one palm, announcing to the outside world that this was the property of the Yin sect. He rode the golden light to the bottom of the mountain, and the golden dragon claws ripped through the light-patterned Lingtie Mountain. The dragon's claws are invincible, and wherever they pass, the mountain is cracked, and holy brilliance bursts from the mountain.

With his right hand, he grabbed a piece of light-patterned spirit iron from the light-patterned spirit iron mountain. Zhang Wuji was completely relieved at this time. He knew that the light-patterned spirit iron bred in this light-patterned spirit iron mountain would not only be able to support himself to refine his life essence. Divine Soldiers, there are still leftovers for the cult members of the Yin Sect to use.

Just as Zhang Wuji was about to go, while the other Lingtie Mountains were looking at them, an angry shout suddenly sounded in the sky, chasing, don't let them escape.

hiss

In the high-altitude clouds, there were streaks of gray-white light shining at an extremely fast speed, tearing apart the vast white clouds, which were the traces left by the Primordial Spirit Realm Venerable when he flew.

In the surging white clouds, the wings vibrated, causing the wind to whistle, and vaguely, you could see the snake shadow flashing across the sky.

Buzz!

The gray-white light swept across the sky, the clouds and mist all over the sky surged violently, and rain fell from the sky, covering the sky and the earth in an instant.

rainwater? Zhang Wuji looked up at the clear sky and stretched out his hand to catch the dripping rain. It seemed that this was not the rain naturally bred by the heavens and the earth, but the innate ability of a certain race.

Because the rainwater dripping from the sky is gray and white, and it also exudes a faint demonic energy. After the rainwater is broken, there is a very strange spiritual energy permeating it. This is obviously a mixture of demonic energy and spiritual energy.

The Primordial Spirit Realm Venerables of the Modu Tribe, while chasing the gray light in the sky, reminded loudly that the Primordial Spirit Realm Venerables of the Rain Demon Spirit Clan had entered.