Chapter 870
Chapter 870
Chapter 870
When Wang Changning recovered the soul-calling flag, he had to prepare for three days before he dared to touch the soul-calling flag.
Even so, the spirit-calling banner is often out of his control,
Wang Changning had to bear the grievances of tens of thousands of ghosts to invade his body as soon as he used the Soul Calling Banner, and he had to rest for at least one day to recover from his stiff hands and feet.
Young Master Yan raised his eyebrows, casually put the soul-calling banner in his pocket, waved his hand at Wang Changning as if chasing flies, and said softly, "Since you've already lost, then get out."
The young man's attitude was very bad. Wang Changning frowned tightly. Not only was he humiliated when he came to Taoism this time, he was even robbed of his most powerful magic weapon. How could he be reconciled to this.
But the soul-calling flag had been snatched away by Yan Tao, Wang Changning stood where he was, his eyes flickered violently, although he was extremely unwilling, but right now he was not Yan Tao's opponent, so he could only grit his teeth and turn around and walk back.
The disciples who followed were also quite shocked at this moment.
They worshiped Wang Changning as their teacher because of his strength.
No one in the entire metaphysics world has a higher level of cultivation than Wang Changning. Who knew that such a random young man could easily suppress their master.
The arrogance that had always existed in their hearts before was shattered by Yan Tao.
"Master, are we leaving just like that?"
Some disciples are still not reconciled, they originally thought that they could enter the hall in a dignified manner and occupy the entire Taoist sect.
Who knew that when he came aggressively, he was chased out of the house like a stray dog.
Wang Changning was already in an extremely bad mood. He glanced at the disciple coldly, and his voice was piercingly chill, as if like a cold poisonous snake: "If you want to stay, you can stay."
The disciple's hands and feet were almost stiffened by Wang Changning's gaze, his face turned pale, and he lowered his head and dared not say anything again.
A group of people left in embarrassment, and the Xuanmen disciples suddenly burst into cheers as they watched their backs.
These years, they have been firmly suppressed by Wang Changning's disciples, no matter what they do, they will be suppressed.
Yan Tao's action helped them vent their anger. The resentment accumulated in their hearts for so many years was released at once, and the smile on their faces eased a lot.
Qi Zhi walked to Yan Tao's side, with some residual surprise in his eyes, he sighed after a long time, I didn't expect Mr. Yan's cultivation to reach such a level.
Even Wang Changning was not his opponent.
Young Master Yan stood in the same place casually, and after retracting the soul-calling flag, the dark clouds above his head gradually dispersed, and the sun shone from the white clouds, illuminating the empty square.
He said lightly: "If Wang Changning simply competed with me in Taoism, I might still lose to him."
But he insisted on using magic tools.
And still use the summoning banner.
Young Master Yan can speak ghostly, in fact, there is a talisman in his inheritance, which can forcibly seize the opponent's weapon.
Of course, the conditions for this talisman are very strict, but these conditions are all met by Wang Changning.
Even Young Master Yan didn't think of it, he spread his hands and said, "It's his bad luck, too."
Qi Zhi smiled and shook his head. He was mainly worried that Wang Changning would deliberately sabotage the succession ceremony.
Now that Yan Tao had defeated Wang Changning head-on, the heart he had been holding on to had let go a little bit.
(End of this chapter)
When Wang Changning recovered the soul-calling flag, he had to prepare for three days before he dared to touch the soul-calling flag.
Even so, the spirit-calling banner is often out of his control,
Wang Changning had to bear the grievances of tens of thousands of ghosts to invade his body as soon as he used the Soul Calling Banner, and he had to rest for at least one day to recover from his stiff hands and feet.
Young Master Yan raised his eyebrows, casually put the soul-calling banner in his pocket, waved his hand at Wang Changning as if chasing flies, and said softly, "Since you've already lost, then get out."
The young man's attitude was very bad. Wang Changning frowned tightly. Not only was he humiliated when he came to Taoism this time, he was even robbed of his most powerful magic weapon. How could he be reconciled to this.
But the soul-calling flag had been snatched away by Yan Tao, Wang Changning stood where he was, his eyes flickered violently, although he was extremely unwilling, but right now he was not Yan Tao's opponent, so he could only grit his teeth and turn around and walk back.
The disciples who followed were also quite shocked at this moment.
They worshiped Wang Changning as their teacher because of his strength.
No one in the entire metaphysics world has a higher level of cultivation than Wang Changning. Who knew that such a random young man could easily suppress their master.
The arrogance that had always existed in their hearts before was shattered by Yan Tao.
"Master, are we leaving just like that?"
Some disciples are still not reconciled, they originally thought that they could enter the hall in a dignified manner and occupy the entire Taoist sect.
Who knew that when he came aggressively, he was chased out of the house like a stray dog.
Wang Changning was already in an extremely bad mood. He glanced at the disciple coldly, and his voice was piercingly chill, as if like a cold poisonous snake: "If you want to stay, you can stay."
The disciple's hands and feet were almost stiffened by Wang Changning's gaze, his face turned pale, and he lowered his head and dared not say anything again.
A group of people left in embarrassment, and the Xuanmen disciples suddenly burst into cheers as they watched their backs.
These years, they have been firmly suppressed by Wang Changning's disciples, no matter what they do, they will be suppressed.
Yan Tao's action helped them vent their anger. The resentment accumulated in their hearts for so many years was released at once, and the smile on their faces eased a lot.
Qi Zhi walked to Yan Tao's side, with some residual surprise in his eyes, he sighed after a long time, I didn't expect Mr. Yan's cultivation to reach such a level.
Even Wang Changning was not his opponent.
Young Master Yan stood in the same place casually, and after retracting the soul-calling flag, the dark clouds above his head gradually dispersed, and the sun shone from the white clouds, illuminating the empty square.
He said lightly: "If Wang Changning simply competed with me in Taoism, I might still lose to him."
But he insisted on using magic tools.
And still use the summoning banner.
Young Master Yan can speak ghostly, in fact, there is a talisman in his inheritance, which can forcibly seize the opponent's weapon.
Of course, the conditions for this talisman are very strict, but these conditions are all met by Wang Changning.
Even Young Master Yan didn't think of it, he spread his hands and said, "It's his bad luck, too."
Qi Zhi smiled and shook his head. He was mainly worried that Wang Changning would deliberately sabotage the succession ceremony.
Now that Yan Tao had defeated Wang Changning head-on, the heart he had been holding on to had let go a little bit.
(End of this chapter)