I Have a Monster Farm

Han Shou was stunned for a moment, frowned slightly, and said: "Using the weapon is just using the weapon. There is no need to make up for it. You are not weak, but you must be more modest and cautious."

Han Shou thought that Zhang Ziyu wanted to challenge the remaining Zhan Ding, Zhan Bing, and Zhan Yi together because he felt sorry for using the new magic weapon suddenly, so he said this.

In fact, not only the elders of their Three Palaces and Five Views are very satisfied with Zhang Ziyu, but all the uncles and brothers of the Zhan generation have already admired Zhang Ziyu, a new disciple.

Eighteen-year-old Zhuji, defeated three Jiji uncles in a row, clean and neat, to put it bluntly, Zhang Ziyu at this time was like a mountain suddenly standing on top of all the disciples of the Zhanzi generation, even the disciples of the Zhanzi generation in front of.

Zhang Ziyu smiled 'shyly', looking a little scary with his devilish muscular figure.

He said: "The power of this magic weapon, my disciple, is a little bit more than a million. I feel sorry for one-on-one. It has something to do with the five ghosts carrying Dafa."

When Zhang Ziyu said this, Hanshou suddenly realized that it was the five ghosts who carried the Dafa, so it was a bit more bullying than watching one-on-one. Of course, talking too much is not necessarily powerful, but with a devil like Zhang Ziyu A muscular person is a bit of a bully.

"Okay, it can be used. The three of you, Zhan Yi, Zhan Ding, and Zhan Bing, will test your nephew together."

"Yes, elder."

The three of them stepped forward together, and Zhan Yi stood in the middle. He had cultivated the eighth floor of the foundation building, a bit stronger than the Taoist priest with four eyes, and he was holding the Qingfeng in his hand, practicing Maoshan's seven-star swordsmanship.

He looked approvingly, and said: "Nephew, you have a great cultivation, it's my great fortune in Maoshan. But our assessment will not show mercy."

"Master, don't worry, just don't blame the disciple for a while."

As Zhang Ziyu said, a short banner suddenly appeared in his hand, the whole body was pitch black, with flowing golden and red stripes, it looked extraordinary at first glance.

"Master, the disciple is about to start."

Zhang Ziyu waved the short flag in his hand, and the black halo spread out, and he shouted: "Five ghosts are carrying, a hundred ghosts are calling, now!"

All of a sudden, a dark wind blew up the whole square, and the square was dark.

The sky was getting dark, not because Zhang Ziyu was able to influence the weather, but because the hundred soldiers suddenly appeared behind him, with a ghostly aura, which suddenly caused a feeling of darkness.

Especially those people with good cultivation, they can see the billowing black air with the Dharma Eye, which is extremely dense.

"Uncle Zhanyi, the disciple is ready."

Good. What a fart!

Zhan is a Muggle, there are a whole hundred soldiers, the ghostly aura is soaring to the sky, once it condenses, it is extremely suppressed, what the hell is this what you said one hit three?

The other two uncles were not much better, especially the sharp-eyed one who saw Bing Sha, who was still wearing the same magic weapon armor as Zhang Ziyu, how could he fight this.

Zhan Yi said quietly: "Nephew, are you really five ghosts carrying Dafa? There are a hundred ghosts, and there are soldiers left from the battlefield. If you want to kill me, just say it. I give you the sword, just stab it , don't bother."

Those of Zhan's generation who don't need to compete are all holding back their laughter, too aggrieved. Originally competing with this kid, his body like a king kong or a spirit official is already under enough pressure, and now there is still a team of ghosts.

Zhang Ziyu was quite embarrassed, and said: "It has been improved a little bit, the capacity of the five ghosts to carry the Dafa flag is a bit small, I replaced it with a new one."

The dark soldier stood behind Zhang Ziyu, looking at Zhan Yi and the other three with cold eyes, his aura was polarized, and looking at Zhan Yi was really pitiful.

Zhan Yi and the others also have self-knowledge. If there is no Zhang Ziyu for such a team of ghosts, they can still think of a way, but now Zhang Ziyu is also the leader of the banner, and his strength is even stronger. You can't win even if you play seven.

"I admit defeat, Master Nephew Ziyu is very strong, it is my luck in Maoshan."

Zhan Yi surrendered generously, and Zhan Ding and Zhan Bing also surrendered, with smiles in their eyes.

Elder Sangong couldn't help showing a smile on his face. Zhang Ziyu's performance as a disciple was really great, far beyond their imagination. It is Maoshan's luck that such a disciple can be born in Maoshan.

"Quiet!"

Hanqing stood up and suppressed the whispers that gradually sounded in the square. He said with a smile on his face: "Ziyu, take away your soldiers first, don't waste too much energy."

After all, Han Qing is a master of the ninth level of refining the gods. Naturally, it can be seen that although the Hundred Ghost Banner is better than the five ghosts carrying the Dafa Banner, it also consumes a lot of energy.

"Disciple obeys"

With Zhang Ziyu waving his hands, all the soldiers retracted into the Hundred Ghost Banners. At the same time, the Hundred Ghost Banners disappeared into his body, and he himself retreated from the state of worshiping God, and changed into a delicate appearance in blue robes.

The cold atmosphere in the square suddenly disappeared, and the people who held the characters were all relieved, the pressure from the soldiers is really not small.

"This time Chiyu has passed the Five Views and passed the Three Palaces. From now on, he will be the chief disciple of my Maoshan Chizi generation, representing my Maoshan face, and walking the world."

"Meet the chief junior."

The disciples who held the word bowed slightly, and Zhang Ziyu immediately returned the salute. His performance in the competition just now had completely conquered these people of the same generation.

Seeing this scene, the four-eyed priest smiled very happily.

"Worthy of being my disciple, not bad, really good."

"It's pretty good."

At some point, Zhan Yi came to Si Mu's side, and quietly echoed.

His four eyes froze, he looked over, and said with a dry smile: "Senior Brother Zhanyi, that kid is not sensible, he played too much just now, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, we don't conform to the common sense of children, right Junior Brother Zhanyan?"

Zhan Yiyi touched Qingfeng in his hand and looked to the other side, with a bad premonition in his four eyes, he turned his head and saw that Junior Brother Zhanyan was already standing up on the left.

"Yes, we can't blame him for being such a good nephew."

Zhan Yan stared quietly at Taoist Master Simu, and said, "Brother Simu, speaking of it, we brothers haven't competed for a long time, let's talk about it later."

"I don't."

The four-eyed Taoist priest just wanted to refuse, but the other brothers quietly came over, covered their mouths, crossed their arms and pulled them away.

Accepting such a good disciple, and showing off, is too much, too much, this has provoked the anger of the public.

The three of Han Shou saw it, but they didn't say anything, pretending they didn't see it, and let their four eyes be pulled away by the brothers.

They wanted to beat this kid up a long time ago, but they didn't make a big mistake, it was just difficult to shoot.

Four Eyes Without Miserable Avi

He wanted to ask his apprentice for help, but Zhang Ziyu obviously didn't have time when he had just become the chief disciple. Whether it was the ceremony or getting to know his senior brothers, he couldn't get away now.

So, master, please do it yourself, you have to pay the price of bloodshed for pretending to be coercive.

Zhang Ziyu got acquainted with all the brothers and sisters in the square, exchanged names, worked for a long time, and ate vegetarian food together, the day's work was over.

Of course, when I was eating vegetarian food, my master also appeared again, but the eye circles were a bit dark, probably because my brothers and sisters put on a friendly smoky makeup.

The Zhan generation took great care of Zhang Ziyu, his nephew, and all of them greeted Zhang Ziyu with their four eyes aside, and got to know each other.

After a busy day, the next morning, before breakfast, the voice transmission sent a call from Headmaster Han Qing, asking him to go to the Nine Heavens Palace.