Han Zhijing's expression was not fake, and he was full of suspicion: "You said that your name is Sikong Zhan, I may believe it, after all, there are many people with the same name and surname in the world, if you want to say that you are still the one of the Quanzhen Sect, I really can't believe it." ”

His two teachers and nephews looked in agreement, and their empty eyes became weird, assuming that the Taoist priest in front of him was really the legendary one, imagining the picture of sitting together and harmonious with the three of them, how could it be fake.

"Oh, why do you have such thoughts, how do you think that the poor Dao is not worthy of the Sikong Zhan of the Quanzhen Sect?" Sikong Zhan was surprised in his heart, he usually didn't feel that there was anything magical about him, and what was the basis for Han Zhijing to deny his authenticity.

Han Zhijing was really angry this time, what the hell was going on with this Taoist priest, he didn't want to tell him about his identity, he could understand that he had unspeakable secrets or unavoidable hardships, but he was so hard that he didn't admit it, and he really treated him like a monkey.

Blind, people, held back his anger and said: "Do you know that Sikong Zhan is the number one master in the world?"

Sikong Zhan didn't want to nod, as far as he knew, among the martial artists, it was not a problem for a single sword demon to kill himself with one finger, not to mention the perverted existences hidden in the shadows.

It is mentioned in the cultivation circle outside the martial arts, he is Xiao, Fahai of Daoji Zhenjiang Jinshan Temple in Lingyin Temple, Hangzhou, Bai Suzhen and Zuo Nanxu in Xiaoqing's inheritance, although this is a bit far, it can be regarded as a place.

Roughly calculating which one is the first, he dares to openly claim that he is the first in the world, but he can get a first, that is, the arrogant first.

But in the eyes of Jianghu warriors such as Han Zhijing, or in the eyes of ordinary people, he is recognized as the first, and it cannot be said that they are at fault, because, in their cognition and insight, the grandmaster is the top of the sky.

It can only be said that because of the different levels of contact with each other, there are great differences in the questions, and sometimes two diametrically opposed results are often produced.

Sikong Zhan knew that he couldn't blame Han Zhijing, so he had to nod cheekily, not everyone was fortunate enough to be like himself, not only stepping on the circle of martial artists in the rivers and lakes, but also stepping into the cultivation circle that had almost nothing to do with the circle of martial artists.

The ignorant are fearless, ignorance is a blessing, the more you know, the more timid you are, and the broader your knowledge, the more you feel small,...... In short, whether it is positive or negative, the open-mindedness of vision is sometimes really, very, very important.

Coupled with the memories of his previous life, Sikong Zhan's eyes can be said that breaking through the sky is not a problem, therefore, he never fights for the first, he just wants to be a carefree Taoist priest, a monk who is at ease.

"Do you know that Sikong Zhan and the Northern Beggar, Hong Qigong Swordsman, the Eastern Undefeated Southern Emperor Duan Zhixing, are close friends?" Han Zhijing didn't know the entanglement in Sikong Zhan's heart about the number one master, and asked again.

Sikong Zhan nodded, the relationship between the few of them was not hidden, and everyone who should know knew knew it.

"Then what do you think of your martial arts? Can you become close friends with the three of them, the Northern Beggar, the Seventh Duke Swordsman, the Eastern Undefeated Southern Emperor Duan Zhixing?" Han Zhijing sarcastically said, how high his faceless Taoist martial arts were.

Sikong Zhan Han's realm, his heart said, "You are still angry, I haven't been mad when I was wronged like this", and then, and then nodded seriously, no way, Sikong Zhan is himself, he himself is Sikong Zhan, this is the case, of course he has to admit it confidently.

Han Zhijing finally laughed angrily, and said: "Okay, you are very good, I, Han Zhijing, admit that I am blind, you can't afford this friend, and your food is not worth eating, so I will leave!"

"Wait!" Sikong Zhan frowned slightly, calling out to Han Zhijing, who was about to get up and leave.

"Why, you still don't understand?" Han Zhijing asked rhetorically.

"Poor Dao really doesn't understand, doesn't he just say that he is Sikong Zhan, why not? Sikong Zhan was calm, but he didn't even count as a contradiction in words, and he hadn't been careful enough to see that much.

Han Zhijing was so angry that he didn't want to speak, and stubbornly thought that Sikong Zhan was not doing things authentically, and said to the cheerful nephew among them: "The Taoist priest doesn't shed tears when he doesn't see the coffin, and he doesn't die until he doesn't see the Yellow River. ”

Although his nephew's impression of Sikong Zhan plummeted, fortunately, his cultivation was good, he did not speak sarcastically, and his words were thorny, and he only recounted the experience of the three of them.

"This senior, you may not know, we met a few days ago a man named Sikong Zhan, also from the Quanzhen Sect, who is in his twenties like you, wearing a Taoist robe and carrying a long sword. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to Sikong Zhan's robe, then to the long sword leaning against the edge of the table, and when the gourd on Kong Zhan's waist came, he added: "Just like you, there is a gourd hanging from it, but your gourd is bigger than hers and the color is different." In front of the gourd, he also made a detailed comparison.

Sikong Zhan seemed to be listening to the book of heaven, and he couldn't close his mouth in surprise, in this era, he actually had crazy fans, and he also played a trendy cosplay, which ...... This feels quite honored, but it also makes him feel ridiculous, and he has a bad premonition that his crazy fans will definitely be very "cheating".

Although he also knew that his reputation was very big after Jianchi, he never expected it to reach such a level, as for the outfit, from Hangzhou, Suzhou, Zhenjiang, and all the way here, he has always been like this.

In these days, the fact that he caught ghosts alone in Zhenjiang has long been spread all over the world, and even the matter of Xu Xian, who made people suspect that he and Daoji were just making up the numbers, was actually the credit of the masters of Jinniu Temple, and it has only been tepid in Hangzhou, and it has been spread together.

Of course, there is a Zhenjiang matter as a foundation, in the matter of Xu Xian, Sikong Zhan He has been truly accepted by the world at this time, since he is not a parallel import, Dao Ji, who was unlucky with him, naturally took off the hat of parallel goods, followed by the light, and became popular in the whole world. The masters of the Golden Bull Temple do not suffer losses, and no one in the world denies their merits.

There is no need to think about how prosperous the incense of Lingyin Temple of Hangzhou Jinniu Temple will become in the future.

Not only that, but even the victim Xu Xian is also on fire, and Xu Jiaorong, who fairly praises the Sikong Zhan Daoji of Jinniu Temple, and Li Gongfu, the head catcher, are also not bad. The Chen family of Zhenjiang Mansion, the alien Shi Xin, everyone who got involved with him was on fire, but the scholar surnamed Li was not very good, because Sikong Zhan did not disclose his true identity at the beginning.

As a common protagonist of the two wonders that have been passed down through the ages, Sikong Zhan, who has been recognized as a martial artist, must be more popular, along the way, he did not deliberately conceal his whereabouts, it is not difficult for people to find out, and in the middle of the way, he was recognized several times, so others dressed up exactly like himself, in fact, it is very simple.