Qi Zhi could see the disdain and rejection in the eyes of the disciples, but he didn't say a word, this kind of prestige thing could only be done by Yan Tao himself.

He has gone too far, which will only make Yan Tao even less prestigious, and make his disciples reject him even more.

"This is the young master, he got the seven-star sword left by the door master, and according to the door rules, he is the next Xuanmen master." Qi Zhi said this lightly and stepped aside.

There was silence in the open field for a moment, and suddenly a young man in black clothes walked out, he looked at Yan Tao with a calm expression and said bluntly: "Uncle Qi, I don't think he is qualified to be the master of the door. “

Qi Zhi didn't answer the question, and the young man looked at Yan Tao with cold eyes for a while.

Yan Tao chuckled suddenly, and he walked down the steps slowly with long legs, standing opposite the black-clothed young man.

The young man's handsome and demonic face was covered with a layer of frost, and his thin lips were slightly hooked: "Do you know why Qi Zhi asked me to inherit the Xuanmen?" “

The disciples looked puzzled.

They looked at the handsome young man and didn't know what he meant.

Then he heard it, and Yan Tao said, "Because you are too bad." “

The words are understated with strong domineering and arrogance.

This sentence almost stepped on the faces of all the Xuanmen disciples, and when the words came into their ears, their expressions changed slightly, and they all showed angry expressions.

"Who are you to say such things?"

"You're just lucky enough to pick up our master's seven-star sword!"

"That's what I'm saying, even a hairy boy dares to accuse me of Xuanmen."

Everyone rebuked him one after another, with obvious rejection in his words.

Yan Tao chuckled: "You can only use your mouth, is this what Xuanmen handed over to you?" Noisy! “

The faces of the disciples turned slightly red, some of them were nearly 40 years old, even compared to Qi Zhi, they were not much worse, but they were scolded by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy pointing at his nose,

Suddenly, his blood surged, and he said in a cold voice without thinking about it: "If you are not afraid of death, you will fight with us." “

Young Master Yan smiled slightly, he had expected this kind of scene a long time ago.

For those who disagree with him, Young Master Yan has always used his fists to subdue.

"If you want to fight, you can."

"You can go together."

The boy added casually,

And this sentence is simply an insult to the disciples of Xuanmen.

The black-clothed young man sneered, "We haven't done it yet. “

"I'll fight you first." The young man in black pulled out a sword from behind his back and said coldly, "My name is Zhang Chi. “

Young Master Yan nodded, he stood with his hands in his hands, and he had no intention of drawing his weapon at all.

Zhang Chi's brows furrowed: "You, don't use magic weapons?" “

"I don't need to deal with you." Young Master Yan's attitude was extremely arrogant and domineering.

A look of annoyance appeared in Zhang Chi's eyes, he could be regarded as a genius in the Xuanmen, and his cultivation could be regarded as the top among the disciples.

This young man was so arrogant, he coldly wanted to teach him a lesson.

Let him know what is high and thick.

Zhang Chi placed his left hand in front of his chest, and at the same time, the peachwood sword pointed at Yan Tao from afar, and his right foot kicked up with the help of his right foot, forcing the sword blade directly towards Yan Tao's face.

Young Master Yan didn't move, and in the eyes of others, he seemed to be scared stupid.