Just as Zhang Dong was about to leave, the village suddenly stopped Zhang Dong and said, "Benefactor, you are the benefactor of our village, I wonder if you can appreciate your face and get together in the cold house?"

Zhang Dong thought about it, anyway, he had nothing to do, and the old village chief invited him so kindly, if he didn't go, wouldn't it be too faceless?

"Since it was the invitation of the old village chief, then I might as well obey my fate if I was respectful!" Zhang Dong smiled slightly and walked into the village with the old village chief.

When he came to the old village chief's house, Zhang Dong found that there was no one in their family, so he asked, "Village chief, don't you have any relatives?"

"It's been a few years since my boss died, my two sons are working in the town, my daughter is married, and now I'm the only one in the family. The old village chief said, set up the table, and brought out a few side dishes and a bottle of wine from the house.

"This wine is good!" Zhang Dong opened the jar, and the smell of wine suddenly came to his nose.

"I brew it myself, and I usually don't want to drink it, but I only bring it out when you visit. The old village chief said with a smile.

"It seems that I am blessed today!" Zhang Dong said, pouring a glass of wine for the old village chief and himself, "Cheers!"

Zhang Dong drank all the wine in the cup, mellow and clear, the wine was strong but not strong, with a hint of sweetness, it was really a rare good wine.

"I see you like this, you're also a cultivator, right?" the old village chief asked.

Zhang Dong was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise, "Old Village Chief, do you also know about cultivators?"

"No, our village has lived under Mount Hua for generations, how can we not know about cultivators, there have been many masters in our village!" said the old village chief proudly.

"The old village chief, do you know the old Taoist priest and the little Taoist priest in the Taoist temple on the mountain? By the way, that little Taoist priest is called Rice Field. Zhang Dong said.

"It's Daotian, not a rice field, Daotian was picked up by the old Taoist priest in the rice field eighteen years ago, so he was called Daotian. But I don't know what the old Taoist priest's name is, he has been here since I was a child. And at that time, he was the same old dragon clock, after so many years, I have become an old man, and he is still like that, what a master!" said the old village chief, brushing his beard.

"Oh. Are there any other cultivators on this mountain besides the old Taoist priest and the little Taoist priest?" Zhang Dong asked curiously.

"No, there were two of them living on the hill. The old village chief shook his head and said.

Just the two of them? What did the moon god call him to do? Could it be that he was trying to see the old man who was a liar? Or was the old man deliberately lying to himself in order to get out of here?

Thinking of this, Zhang Dong patted his head, and he actually fell for the old man's trick! Before he had time to say goodbye to the old village chief, Zhang Dong rushed to the Taoist temple in a flash.

"Why are you back again?" Dao Tian was very strange when he saw Zhang Dong coming back again.

Zhang Dong looked at Ziyi, then at Daotian, and said, "You go aside, I don't want to talk to you, I want to see your master!"

"I'm sorry, Master has already rested, and I don't see anyone, so please go back!" Dao Tian shook his head and said.

"Rested, then I'll burn your Taoist temple with a fire!" Zhang Dong said, jumping up, and at the same time, the true qi of his right hand condensed and spewed out a Dan fire.

Although Zhang Dong is no longer a master of the inner family, Zhang Dong is still an alchemist, even if he can't use his own true qi, Zhang Dong can also master the true qi between heaven and earth, although the power of the Dan fire released in this way is much smaller, but it is not to be underestimated.

Although the prerequisite for becoming an alchemist is to become an inner master, this is only to allow the alchemist to master the true qi well, and when the alchemist can master the operation of the true qi, even if he does not have the cultivation of the inner family, he can also use the true qi between heaven and earth to alchemy.

Seeing that Zhang Dong actually made a move, Dao Tian was shocked, a peachwood sword appeared in his hand, he held the peachwood sword in his hand, rose to the sky, and slashed Zhang Dong's Dan fire with a sword.

Zhang Dong was stunned for a moment, took out the Heavenly Dao Divine Sword, and slashed towards him with a sword! Dao Heavenly Horizontal Sword blocked, but how could his peachwood sword be the opponent of the Heavenly Dao Divine Sword, it was instantly split in half by the Heavenly Dao Divine Sword, and at the same time, Zhang Dong's sword qi also left a scar on his chest.

"Heavenly Dao Divine Sword?" At this moment, the old Taoist priest rushed out of the room, looked at Zhang Dong, and asked, "Are you the descendant of that old guy of the Honghuang Old Ancestor?"

"Yes, why did the seniors lie to me? I was guided by the moon god to come to Huashan to find an opportunity to break through, there is only one senior living on this Huashan, you should know what this so-called fate is?" Zhang Dong said with a frown.

"It seems that the moon god is still the same, and he sold people without saying hello in advance. The old Taoist priest said with a wry smile.

"Senior, can you tell me who you are?" Zhang Dong asked curiously.

"The poor road law is called Xuanyun. The old Taoist priest said lightly.

Xuanyun? Haven't you heard of it? It seems that he is also a nobody, and he dares to pretend to be a master here?

Dao Tian seemed to see the disdain in Zhang Dong's eyes, and said angrily: "My master also has a name, I am afraid of scaring you to death if I say it, my master is your Honghuang Sword God!"

"Flood Desolate Sword God, are you kidding? What about his sword?" Zhang Dongcai would not believe such nonsense, the dignified Desolate Sword God is actually a Taoist here, not to mention that he is not a member of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, why should he be a Taoist priest?

"What I said is true, even if you don't believe it!" Dao Tian said angrily.

"Dao God, you and Ziyi go to the back mountain to collect some medicine first, I have something to talk to this little brother." Xuanyun said to Daotian.

Dao Tian glared at Zhang Dong fiercely, and led the purple clothes out of the Taoist temple.

"Your name is Zhang Dong, right? I am also a bit hypocritical with the Ancestor of the Hong Desolation, since I am his heir, I naturally can't ignore it! But if you want to break through the Golden Immortal Period, you have to pay some price, are you willing?" the old Taoist priest asked with a smile.

"No, old man, do you really have a way to let me step into the Golden Immortal Stage?" Zhang Dong asked with wide eyes.

"Believe it or not, if you believe it, we'll start now. Xuanyun said with a slight smile.

"I believe, come on!" Zhang Dong nodded and said, at this time, he didn't care if this old man was lying to himself, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, Zhang Dong would not give up.

Xuan Yun smiled slightly, also took out a wooden sword, and stabbed at Zhang Dong with a sword.

Zhang Dong was shocked in his heart, the speed of this Xuanyun was too fast, his swordsmanship was already very fast, but he couldn't even reach half of him, Zhang Dong couldn't see how he came out of the sword at all, he only saw one afterimage after another, could he really be the Sword God of the Flood Wilderness?