Opening confession to the beautiful master

Everyone gave the drunkard a big roll of their eyes, obviously not taking his words to heart. No one thought that Zhang Yi's success was due to the drunkard.

But only Zhang Yi knew that he was inseparable from the alcoholic madman today. Even though the alcoholic madman was usually unreliable and carefree, he would always step forward at critical moments.

"Master is right, he indeed contributed a lot."

Zhang Yi also stood up at the critical moment to prove his identity as a drunkard.

"Did you hear that? This is what he said himself. Don't try to bury my achievements."

Zhang Yi's words could be said to have touched the heart of the alcoholic madman. He suddenly raised his head arrogantly and looked around with proud eyes, as if he was the most dazzling person in the world.

"Okay, Uncle Bartender, please stop making trouble. Our Tianqing Holy Courtyard will never forget your contribution."

Ye Wumian really couldn't resist the drunk maniac, so he shouted with a helpless expression.

After saying that, he directly passed over the drunk maniac, grabbed Zhang Yi and asked excitedly: "Tell me quickly how to condense the god-killing sword?"

"I have no idea."

Zhang Yi shook his head honestly.

"How is that possible? Isn't it rumored that if you get the blessings from all the sword spirits, you will be able to condense the God-Slaying Sword?"

Ye Wumian's face was filled with doubt, or to be more precise, it was disbelief, because he had already determined that Zhang Yi must know how to condense the God-Slaying Sword.

"Come on, there are so many people here, let me take a step to talk!"

Ye Wumian looked around with a vigilant expression, and without waiting for Zhang Yi to respond, he grabbed him and ran towards the Elder Hall, followed closely by Drunken Madman and the others.

In the dean's hall of Tianqing Holy Temple, Zhang Yi and Ye Wumian stood opposite each other. He grabbed Zhang Yi's shoulders with a cautious look on his face and said, "Zhang Yi, I don't know if you know the relationship between God-Slaying Sword and Tianqing Holy Temple." relationship, but if this sword can be condensed, it must not fall into the hands of the Immortal Sword Sect!"

"Promise me, no matter what serious promises the Immortal Sword Sect makes in the future, you will not agree to their requests."

"Okay?"

Ye Wumian's eyes were full of expectation, staring at Zhang Yi intently, waiting for his reply.

This was the first time that Zhang Yi saw Ye Wumian who was so arrogant, and he also said solemnly: "Okay, I promise you!"

Originally, he had no intention of handing over the God-Slaying Sword to the Immortal Sword Sect from the beginning. Handing over such a magical weapon would only cause problems in the brain. The best choice is of course to keep it in his own hands.

"But Dean, I don't know how to condense the God-Slaying Sword."

Zhang Yi reacted quickly, worried that Ye Wumian said this deliberately to trick him.

A strange look flashed in Ye Wumian's eyes, and he nodded and said: "I know, but you are the most likely person to condense the God-Slaying Sword now. It won't take long for this news to spread throughout the three realms. By then, you You will become the target of public criticism, remember... never leave the fairy world!"

"We can still protect you in the fairy world, but we may not be able to protect you in the demon world."

Ye Wumian also began to think about Zhang Yi's safety. After all, this matter involved too much, and there was no guarantee that no one else would be interested.

"Thank you, Dean, for reminding me. I won't leave the fairy world unless I have to."

Zhang Yi also understood the reason. It was difficult for him to leave the fairy world at this time.

At this moment, Jiu Madman and the others also came over one after another, but this time Jiu Madman was extremely quiet, just standing quietly beside Zhang Yi, as if he was an eternal guardian.

"Dean, I know what you are thinking. If one day Zhang Yi can condense the god-killing sword, the ownership of that sword will also belong to him. I hope it won't be too ugly then."

Before, even if the drunk maniac was not present, he could roughly guess what Ye Wumian was going to say to Zhang Yi, so he gave him a shot in a serious manner.

"Uncle Wine Master, you misunderstood me. I don't want to take possession of the God-Slaying Sword. For our Tianqing Holy Academy, it is enough as long as this sword does not fall into the hands of the Immortal Sword Sect."

"If that day comes, I naturally hope that Zhang Yi can control the God-Slaying Sword, so that he can enhance the power of our Tianqing Holy Academy."

Ye Wumian smiled bitterly, waved his hands and explained.

"That's very good."

The alcoholic maniac secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that Ye Wumian's situation would become smaller and he would lose the watermelon if he lost control of the God-Slaying Sword.

At this moment, three powerful auras came towards us, the leader of which was none other than Jing Tianchao among the three supreme elders, "Zhang Yi, do you really not know how to condense the God-Slaying Sword? Or do you? Deliberately concealing it?”

Jing Tianchao had a deep hatred for Zhang Yi since he didn't hand over the Immortal Emperor's bones to him last time, and would jump out to find trouble for Zhang Yi from time to time. As for the two Supreme Elders behind him, they looked helpless. They kept shaking their heads, obviously they didn't want to get involved in this matter.

Zhang Yi couldn't help but frown when he saw Jing Tianchao, and a flash of displeasure flashed in his heart. He didn't look good on him, and said in a cold voice: "What does it have to do with you?"

"How dare you be rude to this elder!"

Jing Tianchao roared angrily, raised his hand with a surge of momentum, and condensed into a golden handprint in the void and pressed towards Zhang Yi, and the Elder's Hall instantly became tense.

"Elder Jing, calm down!"

Ye Wumian silently stood in front of Zhang Yi, waved his sleeves and dispersed the handprint, and said with a gloomy expression.

"Ye Wumian! How long will you continue to indulge him? It is because of your indulgence that Tianqing Holy Academy has such an uneducated person."

Jing Tianchao became more and more excited as he talked, and his words became more and more exaggerated.

"You old man! That's enough for you, don't go too far!"

The first person who couldn't help it was the alcoholic lunatic. He angrily pointed at the tip of Jing Tianchao's nose and yelled, "I'll call you Supreme Elder to give you face. If I don't give you face, you can rely on me to defend myself!"

"Relying on defense?"

Jing Tianchao didn't react at first, so he muttered, and his expression suddenly changed. He pointed at the drunk maniac with trembling fingers, and was speechless for a long time. He was obviously very angry.

"Who is saying that there is no distinction between teachings? Who is saying that there are three kinds of religions? He is my disciple, and it is not your turn to point fingers. If you continue to be so ignorant, don't blame me for being unkind!"

The drunk maniac was angry. He seemed to have changed. The aura on his body became extremely terrifying at this moment. It was like the arrival of an invincible god of war. There was a terrifying murderous intention and resentment in his body, which made people feel awe. , especially his cold and ruthless eyes full of vicissitudes of life, one glance seems to make people sink into it for thousands of years.

"Is this the true face of Master?"

Zhang Yi looked up at the drunkard maniac beside him, and his heart was already filled with waves. At this time, he seemed to really know the drunkard crazy man, the drunkard maniac who killed people who made the three worlds tremble!