The God and Buddha are actually me

After the battle, the Shen family finally calmed down.

The old lady held a banquet, and the smile on her face could not stop. She looked at Zhang Jiuyang with more kindness and satisfaction.

The young man became famous and showed his edge. Others might think that he was too ambitious, but she thought it was just right.

If young people are not ambitious, what kind of young people are they?

Including the entire Shen Mansion, there was an indescribable joy, and everyone's face looked proud.

I don't know how many pretty maids walked back and forth, just to take a look at the handsome man in white clothes who had just defeated the heroes by himself.

He stood between the green mountains and green waters, holding the Devil Slaying Sword in his left hand and the Dragon Sparrow Knife in his right hand, and was carefully looking at the sword and the knife.

The Devil Slaying Sword was as red as jade, and the Dragon Sparrow Knife was cold and flowing. They were both rare divine weapons in the world.

The Dragon Sparrow Knife was simply recast. After adding a small amount of meteorite iron, its toughness and sharpness were improved. As for the Devil Slaying Sword, it had a completely changed change.

First of all, his spirituality increased greatly, which was in line with his mind. In a moment, the sword light was crisscrossed and the sword energy was flying, which made him look like a sword immortal.

In addition, the sword was burned by the fire for 49 days, and it was more friendly to the fire, so it could withstand Zhang Jiuyang's Jade Pivot Heavenly Fire. In the battle with Kunlun Sanren, it almost turned into a fire dragon.

In addition, the sword's ghost-eating ability was also strengthened. In addition to eating ghosts, all kinds of demons and evil spirits were on the menu of the sword.

Of course, ghosts are still its favorite food.

In short, it has become a Taoist magic sword that feeds on evil spirits. It has a very heavy evil spirit and fire, and because of the star pattern on the sword, it has a more mysterious and noble temperament.

"Since you are no longer just a ghost slayer, maybe it's time to change your name."

Zhang Jiuyang held the sword. In the sun, the sword body was as thin as a cicada's wing, crystal clear, simple in shape, and elegant and smooth.

"I'll call you Zhan Xie."

Slay ghosts, demons, and people.

This sword can kill all evil spirits in the world!

And the name Zhan Xie is more like a legendary Taoist sword.

There is no Longhu Mountain or Zhang Tianshi in this world, but Zhang Jiuyang remembers that his grandfather is a Zhengyi monk.

Named Zhan Xie, Zhang Jiuyang has high expectations for it.

"Xiao Jiu, why don't you join the banquet?"

The old lady came to invite in person,

"I'm waiting for someone."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly and put away his sword.

As soon as the voice fell, a voice sounded outside.

"Junior sister, wait for me!"

"Why are you still pretending not to know me?"

"I'm your brother!"

Two figures came quickly, without using any magic, but their light body skills were extremely advanced, and the servants and guards of the Shen Mansion had no time to stop them.

Grandpa Zhao subconsciously wanted to step forward, but he saw Zhang Jiuyang sitting down next to the old lady.

With Zhang Jiuyang here, there is no need to worry.

As expected, the two figures stopped automatically when they were several feet away from Zhang Jiuyang, and bowed at the same time.

"Hello, fellow Taoist."

Everyone looked at the two figures, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

The two people were one tall and one short. The one standing in front was a girl with a sword case on her back. She had a cold temperament and a beautiful appearance. She was wearing a light blue skirt, like a green lotus in the pond that had not yet bloomed.

The middle-aged man behind her was much worse in appearance. His clothes were untidy, his temperament was lazy, and he was unkempt. He held a dogtail grass in his mouth, like a wild man in the bamboo forest, with an unruly spirit.

But when everyone saw the middle-aged man, they felt a slight stinging feeling, as if they were swept by a sword light.

Zhang Jiuyang also returned the greeting and said, "Fellow Taoist just roared like wind and thunder, and was never confused by my flute sound. I admire you."

Hearing this, everyone suddenly realized.

It turned out that this middle-aged man was the one who had just used the howl to compete with Zhang Jiuyang. Thinking of this, their eyes changed instantly when they looked at the man.

Although the howl was slightly inferior in the end, it was not obviously at a disadvantage from beginning to end.

You know, whether it was the top master among the casual cultivators, Kunlun Sanren, or the monk Kongxuan, who was born in Baiyun Temple, they were all defeated.

Who is this middle-aged man?

"Don't admire me, fellow Daoist. As a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, I lost to the first opponent I met when I went down the mountain for the first time. It's so embarrassing!"

He spit out the dogtail grass in his mouth and complained: "Has the outside world changed so much now? Why are there so many masters?"

Boom!

Hearing the words of the middle-aged man, everyone exploded instantly.

Sword Pavilion disciple?

The contemporary Sword Pavilion heir actually came out of the mountain?

And... lost to Zhang Jiuyang?

This is unprecedented!

The previous Sword Pavilion heirs were not without defeats, but those who could defeat the Sword Pavilion heirs were all outstanding people who appeared once in a thousand years.

For example, Zhuge Qixing defeated the successor of the Sword Pavilion six hundred years ago.

Many people were a little dazed, perhaps they had witnessed a piece of history today.

Zhang Jiuyang was not surprised at all, and smiled faintly, saying: "Every day is changing, and there are talented people in every generation. There are also people in the younger generation who are much stronger than me. Daoist friends don't have to sigh."

"Swordsmen have their own edge, and they can become stronger when they meet stronger ones."

Well, if Yue Ling is also considered a younger generation...

Hearing this, the middle-aged man and the cold girl's eyes lit up.

"Haha, you are so young, why do you sound like an old man when you speak? I don't know, I thought you were my master."

The middle-aged man laughed loudly, touched his belly again, and said: "But I can't win. I was hungry for thirteen days at sea, and my junior sister was not given food rations. Do you know how I got here?" ?”

“Too miserable!!”

The cold girl curled her lips when she heard this and said nothing. She looked at Zhang Jiuyang quietly with a pair of bright eyes, as if she was silently observing the person who could defeat her senior brother.

The old lady smiled and said: "There happens to be a banquet here, and you two have come from afar. You might as well take a seat."

But the middle-aged man touched his belly, shook his head and said, "The old lady doesn't know something. The rations of our Jiange disciples are a little different from ordinary people."

"Oh? What's the difference?"

Before the middle-aged man could speak, he heard a hearty laugh.

Nie Longquan came out of the snow cottage, put on new clothes, full of energy, with a bright smile and a look of surprise in his eyes.

"They, the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, feed on famous swords. Except for drinking, they do not eat food from the world."

Zhang Jiuyang was a little surprised when he heard this.

Feeding on swords?

It was really unheard of, but he was relieved when he thought about the magical powers of eating ghosts. There are thousands of magical powers in the world, and there are naturally many weird ones.

"Little drunkard, Xiaochi, why are you here?"

"Has the old sword god finally allowed you to leave the mountain?"

Nie Longquan was very excited and seemed to have a good relationship.

The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed when he heard this. The cold girl sighed, stepped forward and said: "Mr. Nie, we are here to arrest you on the order of Master."

Nie Longquan: "???"

"Did you pick up a piece of meteorite near Penglai Immortal Island in the East China Sea?"

"Yes, what's wrong? Is that from your sword pavilion?"

"That is one of the nine pieces of precious iron used by our previous generation of Pavilion Master to seal the Ghost Mother."

Nie Longquan was instantly petrified.

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