Chapter 535 The Weakness of the Grand Master (Update 9)

quiet!

Everyone who entered the temple suddenly became silent, and everyone was looking at the top of the mountain.

Amid the mist and clouds, the smell exuding from the ancient temple made them tremble. They could hardly suppress their desire to climb the mountain, and their breathing became rapid.

"That person is Li Yuan?"

Emperor Qian clenched the golden bell in his palm and his eyes darkened: "It was predicted that this person would assassinate me and all the Taoist masters fifty years later."

He glanced aside.

Long Yingchan, Fang Sanyun, Zen Master Dading, and Taoist Yuanqing stood side by side, their expressions also changed. Through the clouds and mountains, they could not see who that person was.

"Traitor!"

Long Yingchan suddenly let out a loud roar, the sound was like thunder. Fang Sanyun and others who were closest to him were caught off guard. They felt their ears buzzing and almost had their eardrums shattered.

"You evildoer, why don't you come down the mountain quickly!"

Long Yingchan thundered and shouted loudly, the sound shook hundreds of miles, causing everyone present to frown.

"Enough!"

Shen Qi Sheng’s face was as dark as water, and his eyes were as cold as a sword:

"Old Bald Donkey, are you trying to tip off that villain?"

"Old bastard!"

Long Yingchan was furious, and his long eyebrows stood up: "You dare to slander me without any evidence? Do you believe that I have skinned you?"

"You try it?!"

Shen Qisheng was also furious.

"Enough!"

Seeing that the two of them seemed to be about to fight, some people retreated silently to make room, and some people glanced at them coldly, but Emperor Qian frowned:

"If you two want to fight, then go out and fight!"

Beside him, Wan Zhuliu said nothing, just glanced at the two of them coldly, and then stepped towards the stone monument at the foot of the mountain.

Seeing this, everyone present gathered their thoughts and quickly followed.

"The Monument of Li Yuan? Eastern Territory, fourteen thousand two hundred and thirty-seven? Wait, so many people have entered the Bafang Temple?!"

"The Bafang Temple really comes from outside the world! Is there a race different from humans in the human race?"

"Eastern Realm? Is there also a Western Realm?"

At the foot of the mountain, a stone tablet stood impressively, and everyone gathered around it. Most of the people present had been to the ruins sect, and were no strangers to the words listed on the stone tablet.

But what was revealed above surprised many people.

"Talent, star level?"

Emperor Qian's eyes darkened and he looked at Huang Longzi, who was looking at him quietly. The latter was very low-key and didn't say a word since he came here, but he could only answer at this moment:

"Ordinary people, dragons and phoenixes, peerless, eternal, peerless, heavenly stars, gods and demons...the heavenly star level is the sixth level of talent."

Sixth level talent.

As he spoke, Huang Longzi felt his tongue was numb.

What is a star?

That is to say, a star of life may not be able to produce one amazing talent in ten thousand years!

If these geniuses were admitted to the Poison Dragon Academy, they would all be qualified to compete for the Taoist disciples, and he could be sure that the one on the top of the mountain at this moment was not an ordinary genius.

According to the information circulated by the Wuxian Sect, when the Bafang Temple appeared in the past, more than one genius from all realms was turned away!

“Unparalleled in the world!”

"This kid is actually so talented!"

"No wonder he can open the Bafang Temple. That's it, that's it..."

Hearing the sixth-level talent, everyone present was talking about it. They were not too surprised. After all, this was the only person who had opened the Bafang Temple in ten thousand years.

Before everyone entered the temple, they all agreed that it was extraordinary.

Listening to the discussion of the crowd, Huang Longzi silently turned away his eyes and walked up the mountain road. Looking at the blurry figures in the clouds and mist, he felt a little dazed:

'This person may be the greatest creation in this world, except for the Bafang Temple!'

Tianxing...

"Huang Longzi."

Suddenly, a voice came.

Huang Longzi's heart trembled. The person speaking was wearing a black cloak. This cloak was extremely special and seemed to be able to sense things. At a glance, he couldn't even see his face.

"Dharma Master."

Huang Longzi slightly cupped his hands, his fear of this person was as deep as Wan Zhuliu's.

When he first entered this place, he was extremely shocked and frightened that in the world isolated by the Bafang Temple, someone dared to harvest incense in the name of a 'god'.

Those who know the names of gods such as 'Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva', 'Red-haired Buddha', 'Hundred-Armed Taoist', 'Sword Spirit God', 'Thousand Yin Dharma Master' and dare to pretend to be names are beyond description of their courage.

As far as he knew, the source of all this came from the cloaked man in front of him.

"Can I borrow the knowledge ball?"

"Um?"

Upon hearing the message, Huang Longzi's heart sank. He was already sure that the Thousand-Eyed Master under the cloak also came from outside the world, otherwise he would never know about the existence of the Orb of Knowledge.

He had the intention to refuse, but when the words came to his lips, he felt a slight chill running down his spine.

"Brother Huanglong."

At this time, Wan Zhuliu's voice sounded, and Huang Longzi, as if he had been granted amnesty, bowed his hands to the Thousand-Eyed Dharma Master and walked quickly towards the foot of the mountain.

After some noisy discussion, someone has already tried to climb the mountain.

He was an old man with white beard and hair and an old age on his body. His name was Zhang Xuandan, a long-standing master, a veteran of three dynasties, and the ancestor of the Zhang family in the capital city of God.

He is also one of the few masters here.

At this moment, under the gaze of Emperor Qian and Wan Zhuliu, he swallowed the elixir. His body trembled, his beard and hair turned from white to black, and ferocious armor emerged around his body.

"Your Majesty, I have gone."

Zhang Xuan boldly raised his hands and stepped up the steps.

Just hearing a "buzz", everyone at the foot of the mountain frowned, and they all felt an indescribable majestic energy, like the sea and the sky, suddenly descending.

"puff!"

In just an instant, dirty blood spurted out from Zhang Xuandan's mouth and nose, and the god-level armor on his body made a cracking sound. Within a few moments, he had fallen back to the foot of the mountain.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person fell on his back, as if he had been severely injured.

"Old Zhang!"

Emperor Qian's expression changed and he stepped forward to help him.

A Tiangang-level grandmaster has only reached one level?!

The expressions of all the great masters at the foot of the mountain road changed. When they looked at the top of the mountain again, their eyes were full of disbelief.

Reaching the top through exchange of blood, but stopping at the first level in Tiangang?

"There is a stone tablet!"

Long Yingchan's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of a newly raised stone tablet.

[Zhang Xuandan, bone age one hundred and ninety-three...]

[Realm: Tiangang]

[Talent: Dragon and Phoenix]

[Divinity: Part 2]

[Overall evaluation: Poor (lower)]

"Inferior, even inferior?!"

Seeing the words on this stone tablet, the expressions of everyone present changed:

"Bone age?!"

Long Yingchan's eyelids also trembled.

For those present, whether this mountain climbing test tests their basic understanding or martial arts, they are more or less confident, but their age...

He glanced around with his peripheral vision and saw that among the fifteen people present, the only one who looked less than a hundred years old was Huang Longzi!
To be continued...