Zhang Yuanhao's tone was quite polite, and a devastating fluctuation of true intent was faintly revealed around his body, which made the faces of the two monks who had not cultivated in the early stage of foundation building shocked, and immediately welcomed them in respectfully.

After the nameless mountain was occupied by the Seeking Immortal League, it has been made into an iron plate, and along the foot of the mountain all the way up the mountain, as far as the eye can see, a large number of bamboo bungalows have been erected, and the breath revealed in it is all extremely thick.

Along the way, all the cultivators of the Immortal League seemed to be busy, and at most they only nodded to the two who led Zhang Yuanhao in, which was regarded as a greeting, but as for Zhang Yuanhao, they all ignored it.

It was only halfway up the mountain that the environment changed. Compared with the low bungalows at the foot of the mountain, there are sparsely standing wooden huts, and the monks in and out of them are much rarer, and only a few people are talking outside.

At this time, a young man with a handsome face and starry eyebrows saw the two people who were leading Zhang Yuanhao all the way towards the peak, and immediately strode forward and asked, "Who is this person, I don't seem to have seen it before?"

"I've seen Nangong seniors!"

The two of them are middle-aged, still in the early stage of foundation building, to say the least they are nearly fifty years old, and the handsome young man in front of them looks like he is only in his twenties, but his cultivation has reached the late stage of foundation building, and there is a sharp sword qi surging around his body, which is extraordinary.

"Nangong senior, this senior is here to join my Immortal Alliance, we are going to take him to the second alliance master......"

At this time, the bearded monk who was standing in front of Zhang Yuanhao to lead the way lowered his head and said a little respectfully.

Zhang Yuanhao listened, a faint glint flashed in his eyes, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This person deliberately concealed his combat strength, and he must not have any good fruits, although he was respectful to the sword-bearing young man on the surface, he was secretly afraid that he was holding back a lot of anger, and he mustered up all his strength to make the latter suffer a big loss.

Zhang Yuanhao was about to show his strength and be shocked, but when he heard the young man with the sword behind him, his spiritual power was released in an instant, he snorted coldly, stared at himself with an extremely unkind eye, squinted and said: "If a monk who is not in the stream wants to join me to seek the Immortal League, you two are really doing a good thing, you two are really good, you don't have to go, take him to Deacon Geng to register, and then pay the entry fee for one hundred meritorious deeds, get out!"

This cold snort was obviously integrated into his comprehension of the way of the sword, and with a snort, there seemed to be countless sword blades rushing towards him, making the two leading monks pale in their faces, bleeding from the corners of their mouths, and staggering back a few steps.

Zhang Yuanhao's eyes rolled, and he roughly sorted things out in his heart, and then faced the awe-inspiring aura mixed with the artistic conception of kendo with an expressionless face.

"Huh......?"

Seeing Zhang Yuanhao standing in place without changing his color under his full temptation, Nangong Huang's heart sank, and he was immediately a little jealous, but looking at the former person who seemed to be completely ignoring his own eyes, somehow, a nameless fire rushed to his chest, and he pulled out his natal sword weapon and slashed towards Zhang Yuanhao with a sword.

"Not good!"

"Nangong, stop!"

The faces of the few people who were about to watch the excitement in the distance changed greatly, and they quickly rushed over, showing their spiritual weapons one after another, wanting to stop Nangong Huang's reckless actions.

The gloomy color in Zhang Yuanhao's eyes flashed away, and his fingertips ejected five bright golden sword rays, which were inches long, tearing and grabbing the sky, and the spiritual power surged, firmly holding the body of the spirit weapon long sword that was cut in front of him, and with a slight force of the five fingers, the five golden mangs made a creaking and squeaking sound on the body of the spirit weapon sword like a sharp soldier.

"Ah, bastard, you're looking for death!"

This spirit sword is a natal sword weapon that Nangong Huang's essence blood and divine soul have cultivated for many years, and now it has been injured by Zhang Yuanhao's five Dao Gengjin sword qi that is close to the true meaning level, which is almost no different from directly injuring his divine soul, making the former's face turn pale suddenly.

Zhang Yuanhao estimated that a few people in the distance were coming, and the spiritual power in his hand swallowed and spit out, and a huge force suddenly appeared, and he actually threw Nangong Huang who was holding the sword out suddenly, and the natal sword weapon with five shallow claw marks shot out with a loud bang under the explosion of his spiritual power, and slammed into the cheek of Nangong Huang's fallen body, drawing a bloody mouth on his miserable white face.

"Brother Nangong...... Are you alright?"

The few people who originally came with the intention of saving Zhang Yuanhao hurriedly helped the embarrassed Nangong Huang up, and the eyes that looked at Zhang Yuanhao were extremely shocked.

Just now, between the lightning and the fire, this person took away the natal sword weapon in Nangong Huang's hand, and then blasted it away, and finally the spiritual power surged, and the sword was accidentally inserted into the side of the latter's face, just afraid that the slightest difference would be able to take Nangong Huang's life.

The movement is not big, but it is not small, and the wooden house halfway up the mountain was opened immediately, and more than ten figures came out of it, surrounding Zhang Yuanhao, and his eyes were not good.

"What's going on?"

At this moment, a clear children's voice sounded, Zhang Yuanhao was stunned at first, then turned his head and saw a young child wrapped in red gold satin with his feet more than half a foot off the ground, falling vertically from the top of the mountain.

Swish!

An illusory golden flame flashed in Zhang Yuanhao's eyes, meeting the child's glowing eyes, and a blazing fire seemed to explode in the air, making people dare not look directly.

"Good pupil method!"

The young boy praised and fell to the ground, and the surrounding monks immediately dispersed, not daring to approach.

"Lu Jin, I've seen Xin Daoyou!"

Zhang Yuanhao made a joke, and was a little stunned at first by the words of Xin Han, the leader of the three alliances of the Immortal Alliance, and then figured it out.

He has never cultivated any pupil method, and the rarity of this secret technique can even be comparable to that of the visualization diagram method, and Xin Han said that his pupil method is very good, which shows that the latter does have a pupil method.

As soon as he calculated in the sea of knowledge, Zhang Yuanhao came up with the result, and the only explanation was that he watched the Great Sun Golden Crow spew out flowing fire in the Qi Luck Realm, absorbing endless and subtle Golden Crow True Fire into the divine soul, so that his pupils revealed a supreme masculine and rigid aura, which was mistaken by Xin Han for some kind of pupil method.

"The leader of the three alliances, when I asked below, I found out that this person came to surrender to the cultivation of sincerity, and asked him to go to Deacon Geng to register the case, so as not to disturb the purity of the second alliance master, but this person ignored the words below. In annoyance, I wanted to use the sword to tempt, but I was injured by the natal spirit weapon, and my soul was injured, and I asked the master of the three alliances to decide!"

Before Zhang Yuanhao could speak, Nangong Huang hurriedly opened his mouth and said, his tone was sincere and his expression was sincere.

The corners of Xin Han's mouth twitched imperceptibly, he was an existence that had cultivated his true intentions, and he could naturally vaguely sense that the person in front of him was also his fellow practitioner, an existence whose combat power was comparable to that of a third-class fake pill.