The group of monks who surrounded them were full of murderous intent, and there were actually two Nascent Soul Realm masters among them.
Zhuang Biqiao asked warily: "Who are you and why do you want to block the way?"
"If you don't want to die, get out of here. It's none of your business here."
One of the monks looked at Jiang Huai coldly: "Jiang Huai, please hand over the things quickly, don't force us to do it."
"Are these people looking for you?" Zhuang Biqiao looked at Jiang Huai.
Jiang Huai rolled his eyes and suddenly knelt down towards Zhuang Biqiao. With his pig head, he looked as pitiable as possible.
"Sect Master, save me. These people want to kill people and seize treasures. Yes, they just want to rob the piece of Golden Feather Spirit Steel that I gave to the Sect Master. The Sect Master has to make the decision for me..."
After hearing Jiang Huai's words, the Cangling Sword Sect disciples' attention all shifted to Zhuang Biqiao.
"Golden Feather Spirit Steel is on your body? Huh, even a small person in the Golden Core realm dares to covet the treasures of my sect. I think you are impatient with life."
"Since it is a spiritual creature raised by nature, it belongs to whoever gets it. Don't you think it's too much to take it by force?" Zhuang Biqiao said coldly.
"Fart!" a disciple of Cangling Sword Sect said angrily: "That spiritual steel was obviously stolen from me by Jiang Huai. When did it become his property?"
Zhuang Biqiao looked at Jiang Huai and said in shock: "You actually stole that thing!"
Zhuang Biqiao didn't expect that the stone would cause trouble.
But now that Jiang Huai has joined the sect, Zhuang Biqiao will naturally not stand idly by.
But she suddenly realized that she seemed to be plotted by Jiang Huai.
Seeing Jiang Huai's uncertain expression, Zhuang Biqiao suddenly became angry: "Tell me, are what they said true?"
Under Zhuang Biqiao's questioning, Jiang Huai trembled all over, gritted his teeth and refused to admit it: "No, that thing is mine. Please tell me clearly, Master."
"Senior brother, there's no need to talk nonsense with them. Just capture them and bring them back to the sect for punishment. Come on!"
"stop!"
At this time, a dull voice suddenly sounded.
The sound was not loud, but it actually overshadowed the power erupted from the two Nascent Soul realms.
The Cangling Sword Sect disciple who was about to take action froze and looked at Zheng Daonan, who had always had no sense of his presence, with doubts in his eyes.
This person is obviously only in the foundation building stage, why is he so obedient?
As soon as this thought came out, the Cangling Sword Sect disciples suddenly felt humiliated.
"If you want to seek death, then I will destroy you first."
A disciple in the psychic realm cursed angrily, stepped in front of Zheng Daonan and struck him with his sword.
However, there was no scene of blood splattering.
Zheng Daonan clamped the long sword with only two fingers.
It was as if the other party had deliberately brought the sword in front of him.
This scene made everyone's eyes widen in disbelief.
"Really, really fake!"
The disciple who was attacking Zheng Daonan was shocked, and then said angrily: "How is this possible? Die!"
The disciple suddenly exerted his strength, but heard the long sword suddenly explode with a bang, and the person instantly flew dozens of meters. As soon as he stopped, his body actually shattered on the spot and turned into dust all over the sky.
Everyone in Jianghuai was dumbfounded. If it weren't for Zhuang Biqiao's quick eyesight and quick hands, he would have fallen from the air.
"Oh my God, how could he be so strong..."
Zhuang Biqiao smiled proudly and said: "He is the supreme master of our sect, so of course he is very strong."
"T-Ancestor Zheng? Ancestor Taishang!! I actually, actually, I still treated him..."
So exciting.
Who would have thought that someone in the Foundation Establishment Stage would be the Grand Ancestor, and someone in the Golden Core Stage would be the Hidden Realm Sect Master!
This is a sect tradition. Do you all like to play like this now?
Jiang Huai's whole body went limp and completely turned into a kite in Zhuang Biqiao's hands.
"Huh? What did you do to the ancestor?"
Zhuang Biqiao looked at Jiang Huai in confusion, only to find that the unlucky man couldn't bear the stimulation and passed out as soon as he rolled his eyes.
Zheng Daonan waved his fan, looked at the shocked disciples of the Cangling Sword Sect, and said with a relaxed smile: "You can't take back the Golden Feather Spirit Steel. This is compensation for the fright of my disciple. Where can you get it from?" Wherever you go, I pretend I haven’t seen you.”
The disciples of Cangling Sword Sect looked at each other, and a Nascent Soul Realm disciple said coldly: "You may not know the background of our Sword Sect, but we are the top sect in Canglan Prefecture. If you offend us, you must think clearly about the consequences."
"It's easy to talk about." Zheng Daonan nodded and said: "I have never liked to fight or kill people in my hospitable life. If your sect still feels that you are indebted, you can sit down and have a drink with sincerity."
"you……"
The disciples of Cangling Sword Sect glared angrily, but they were afraid of Zheng Daonan's methods and did not dare to take action.
"Okay, I will bring back all your words, and let's go."
Seeing the group of monks turn and leave, Zhuang Biqiao looked at Zheng Daonan and asked, "Ancestor, just let them go like this?"
"Didn't you hear that Cangling Sword Sect is a top sect, so what if we don't let people go? But if you spare their lives, they will come to show their gratitude with gifts later. Oh, thinking about it this way, it's really embarrassing for me. Zu is in trouble!"
Watching his ancestor shake his head repeatedly and fall downwards.
Zhuang Biqiao's face was full of astonishment.
It's clear that he covets the treasures of other sects, but why does it sound like he is superior?
"But Ancestor, are you sure that what you are waiting for is not a pursuit..."
In the woods.
Jiang Huai, who was lying on the ground, shivered first and then suddenly sat up from the ground.
It looked like he had an extremely terrifying nightmare.
"woke up."
Hearing the voice coming from above his head, Jiang Huai trembled and saw Zheng Daonan standing in front of him.
Jiang Huai swore that he had never been so desperate in his life. He quickly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy. The slap towards him made a crackling sound.
Zheng Daonan looked at Jiang Huai from top to bottom and said: "With your character, you are absolutely not qualified to join the sect, but considering that the sect master has interceded for you, I can give you a chance to change your ways."
Jiang Huai's face showed joy, and he kowtowed repeatedly: "Disciple, thank you for your kindness, ancestor..."
"Don't rush to be happy yet."
A booklet appeared in Zheng Daonan's hand and was delivered to Jiang Huai.
"When you go back, you will copy these rules thousands of times as punishment. If you are found to dare to bully fellow disciples again, I will never let you go."
After Jiang Huai left, Zhuang Biqiao came to Zheng Daonan with his head lowered.
"Ancestor, it was my disciple's fault. I didn't see through Jiang Huai's character and even recruited him into the sect. I begged Ancestor to punish him."
Zheng Daonan shook his head and chuckled: "It was my instruction to accept him, so you don't have to blame yourself."
As he spoke, Zheng Daonan took out a few pieces of paper and said, "This sword technique was created by an old friend of mine. It is more suitable for your practice than your current technique. Take it and learn it."
"The right one for me?"
Zhuang Biqiao didn't expect that the ancestor not only refused to punish her, but also gave her a set of sword skills, and her eyes suddenly became moist.
Looking at the wet handwriting on the manuscript paper, Zhuang Biqiao murmured: "Frost Sword Art?"
Zheng Daonan raised his eyebrows, shook his head and said with a smile: "How dare you ruin my handwriting? I forgot to ask that kid to copy these four words a hundred thousand times..."
