At the foot of Yijian Sect Mountain, two groups of monks were facing each other.

To be precise, several of the Yi Sword Sect monks were being pointed at and scolded by a group of monks from Hanyuan Valley.

There were a few acquaintances in it, Zhang Dalong and Ruan Xiaoqiang of the Yijian Sect. Han Yuangu is a few Zhang Feng, Kong Sui and other more than a dozen monks, followed by two foundation building monks, one of whom has the cultivation of the middle stage of foundation building, and the other is only in the early stage of foundation building.

"Ruan Xiaoqiang, we are going up the mountain in Hanyuan Valley, are you blind and won't dodge?" Zhang Feng was arrogant.

Ruan Xiaoqiang's face was flushed, his expression was cowardly, and he didn't dare to speak.

There were a few monks in the Yi Sword Sect whose cultivation was higher than that Zhang Feng, but they were afraid of the two foundation building monks behind Hanyuan Valley, and they hung their heads and didn't dare to speak.

Seeing this, Zhang Dalong sighed helplessly, stepped aside, and Yijian Sect and several others also dodged a passage.

The road up the mountain of Yijian Sect can only be paralleled by two or three people, Zhang Dalong and the others leaned on the side and hung their heads, their faces were ugly, but no one dared to resist.

Yi Sword Sect's own sect was instead left uninhabited by the Hanyuan Valley monks, and several people were also quite helpless. The sect suffered a catastrophe, the two Jindan monks retreated to recuperate from their injuries, and the Zhuji monks fled and scattered.

The Yi Sword Sect has existed in name only.

A look of disdain flashed in the eyes of Zhang Feng and the others, and when they passed by Zhang Dalong and the others, they stretched out their hands and pushed them violently.

Zhang Dalong was standing on the edge of the steps, and when he was caught off guard, he rolled down the hill directly, looking extremely wolf.

The remaining few Sword Sect monks were also knocked down by several people in Hanyuan Valley, and the monks in Hanyuan Valley laughed and were extremely humiliated.

Zhang Dalong's eyes suppressed anger, and he said in a deep voice: "Is it too much for Daoyou, this is the way for my Yijian Sect to go up the mountain, you forcibly go up the mountain, and humiliate me like this, you ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhang Feng's sneer: "You guys are not as good as the sword sect, I just bullied you, what?"

Ruan Xiaoqiang saw that Zhang Dalong was a little controlling, so he went up and pulled his sleeve and said in a low voice: "Forget it, we can't beat them, bear with it." ”

Zhang Feng nodded his head and said sarcastically: "Not bad, not bad, you should endure it." ”

Zhang Dalong suddenly smiled lowly, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes, and then he took a deep breath, unusually, and said loudly: "Zhang Feng, you people are just bullying the weak and afraid of the hard." When my senior brother Lin Yi of the Sword Sect was here before, why didn't I see you jumping out, and you only dared to make a stomach to dodge when you were beaten, you guys are a fart!"

These words reached the hearts of several monks of the Yi Sword Sect, and they couldn't help but secretly scream refreshed, but no one dared to stand up and face the monks of Hanyuan Valley.

"You're looking for death!" Zhang Feng's face sank, the matter of the Sword Sect's trial of Jianping before was the most embarrassing thing in his cultivation, and he didn't want to be told in public by this person again.

The two foundation building monks of Hanyuan Valley looked at this scene lightly, and said nothing, they had also heard of Lin Yi's name. But they didn't take it to heart, but the Qi Condensing Monk was not a threat.

The small realms between the cultivators may be able to leapfrog the challenge, but the difference of one big realm is a world of difference. In the land of gods and demons, the cultivation of all the monks is suppressed in condensation, and the difference in strength is not too big. But in the Flood Desolate Continent, there is a big difference of realm, and it can be directly crushed by mana, and low-level monks have no power to resist.

Ruan Xiaoqiang stepped forward and persuaded: "Brother Zhang, forget it, Senior Brother Lin has died in the land of gods and demons, and we can't beat them." ”

Zhang Dalong smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "In the past, I was also a bully and a fear of the hard, cold-blooded and ruthless. I looked down on Senior Brother Lin, and even bullied him and laughed at him often, but he never met me in general. When Senior Brother Lin was trying to avenge Senior Sister Ye, when he beat the Han Yuan Valley Cultivator without the power to fight back, when he made a name for me in the Sword Sect, I knew that my blood was also hot!"

"Brother Zhang, don't be rash, we don't have the strength of Senior Brother Lin, so we can only bring humiliation on ourselves. Ruan Xiaoqiang looked at Zhang Dalong's appearance, obviously out of his mind, not afraid of life and death, he hurriedly whispered to persuade.

Zhang Dalong laughed and said, "Senior Brother Lin can abolish Chu Changfei in front of many Jindan monks for the sake of Senior Sister Ye. At that time, Senior Brother Lin was just condensing, isn't Senior Brother Lin afraid?"

Without waiting for everyone to answer, he said to himself: "I believe that under the gaze of Brother Jindan, Senior Brother Lin is of course afraid, but he knows that there are some things that he will not do because he is afraid in his heart. There are some things that are more important than life in his heart, and that is dignity, and that is the person he wants to protect!"

These words made several Sword Sect monks all "dew" and ashamed, and they were silent.

Zhang Dalong continued: "I, Zhang Dalong, also have dignity, and the Yijian Sect is what I want to protect, even if I die here today, I will sue you, my blood is hot, and I, Zhang Dalong, are not afraid of life and death." I'm only the fifth layer of condensation, and today I will meet you dogs from Hanyuan Valley!"

These words were loud and categorical, and Lin Yi couldn't help but be moved when he heard it.

At this moment, Zhang Dalong is full of pride, his strength is low, but he has dignity, he can not be afraid of life and death, and move forward!

Isn't this a kind of chivalrous spirit!

Ruan Xiaoqiang and Zhang Dalong originally looked down on Lin Yi very much, but since the three factions of juniors fought, Lin Yi overwhelmed the three factions of monks, and no one was invincible. The two admired Lin Yi in their hearts, and Zhang Dalong had a fanatical confidence in Lin Yi.

Originally, with Zhang Dalong's "nature", he would never dare to resist the monks of Hanyuan Valley, not to mention that there were two foundation building monks watching from the side.

But he vaguely felt Lin Yi's way, although he didn't know that this was chivalrous, but he wanted to follow Lin Yi's footsteps.

Several monks of the Yi Sword Sect were enthusiastically boiled by Zhang Dalong's words, but reason told them that if they stood beside him at this time, they would not be far from death.

Even Ruan Xiaoqiang retreated from afar, looking at Zhang Dalong with regret in his eyes.

Zhang Dalong roared, and the cultivation of the fifth layer of condensation qi exploded, and he "touched" a human-level spiritual weapon from his waist, and smashed it towards Zhang Feng without fear in front of the two foundation building monks.

As soon as the spirit weapon was shot, it was smashed into pieces by a cold light, but it was a foundation building monk who made a move.

He had a big hand, and the aura of building the foundation rose sharply, suppressing Zhang Dalong to the point that it was difficult to move.

Zhang Feng smiled contemptuously, walked over, and slapped Zhang Dalong's face with his palm, making a 'pop' sound.

"With your strength, you still have to challenge the foundation building monk, huh? Just now you scolded us Han Yuangu for being a dog, huh? Since you want to die, I will fulfill you!"

Zhang Dalong's eyes were round, his face was bruised, and he roared angrily: "Even if I die, I have no regrets, and I will die to the sky." If Senior Brother Lin knows, he will definitely look up to me, if he knows that you insult me to the Sword Sect, he will definitely kill you all, killing you is like slaughtering a dog!"

A foundation building monk sneered and said coldly: "Don't say that Lin Yi has died in the land of gods and demons, even if he is standing here today, I can suppress him with my hands and discipline him to know what is condensation and what is foundation building!"

"Really?"

A faint voice came, and when it was heard in Zhang Dalong's ears, it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

Zhang Dalong's face was full of incredulity, and a voice echoed repeatedly in his heart: "Is it him?

At the critical juncture of the Yijian Sect, he finally rushed back.

The crowd looked up.

A dumbfounded young man walked down the stone steps of the Yijian Sect with a black sheath long sword on his back, his face was flat, and he walked slowly, just like the scene of Ye Wan'er coming out in the Sword Trial Ping that day.

At this moment, Zhang Dalong burst into tears.