Chapter 436: My name is Zhao Jiexuan! Must be the world's number one

In Copper Mount Luoshan, killing intent rises and falls.

That battle, primordial spirit killing each other, almost killed Shen Mingchan's Dao heart and confidence.

He has practiced for more than thirty years, self-proclaimed as having extraordinary talent, can be called the world's top-notch, but after seeing the great battle between Zhang Fan and Yu Xuanji, he had deep doubts about himself, his sect, and even cultivation.

He suspected that the road he had walked for more than thirty years might just be a dead end.

Precisely because of this, these days, he has been living in confusion, anxiety, anxiety, and even horror.

At this moment, Zhang Fan asked casually, but it was like a head-on blow, making Shen Mingchan's expression change suddenly, as if falling into an ice cellar, a grim chill surged from his spine, straight to his forehead.

He did not forget that that night, he carried the seriously injured Yu Xuanji and fled into the deep mountains and wilderness, avoiding the pursuit of this great terror.

"What did he say? Yu Xuanji? Yu Xuanji of Sanqing Mountain?"

"He asked if Yu Xuanji is dead?"

In the Sword Offering Hall, there was a commotion.

Zhang Fan's words aroused infinite imagination from everyone.

This sentence contains too much information, too many possibilities, and too many incredible things. People with active brains have already woven a love-hate relationship and life-and-death killing.

This makes Zhang Fan appear more mysterious.

Zhuang Yumian stared at Zhang Fan, her beautiful eyes containing light, not blinking for a moment.

Lin Haitang could not help but give birth to curiosity.

Qu Zhe frowned, staring at Zhang Fan, his thoughts thousands of times, not knowing Zhang Fan's origin for a while.

"I... I..." Shen Mingchan's lips moved lightly, hesitating to speak, trembling, like walking on thin ice.

Even as the eldest disciple of Gezao Mountain, at this time, he could not calm his mind and calm his miscellaneous thoughts.

You know, even someone like Yu Xuanji was killed by this person like a stray dog, let alone him!?

A wisp of terror surged like a tide, and a million barrier gates opened.

"Daoist brother, don't be nervous."

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan stood up slowly and walked to Shen Mingchan's side. His right hand lifted gently.

Such a subtle movement, falling into Shen Mingchan's peripheral vision, the latter actually subconsciously shrank his head.

"Shen Mingchan is so afraid of him?"

Zhuang Yumian captured this detail, and the clouds in her heart were even more suspicious.

Zhang Fan's palm fell on Shen Mingchan's shoulder and patted it lightly.

"Life and death are destined, wealth and honor are in heaven. This is the fate of the Daoist brother, and it is also that she is not destined to die, but..."

The calm and peaceful words stopped abruptly here.

"Please Daoist brother tell her, everything happens at most three times. I let her escape twice, and there will definitely not be a third time."

As soon as this was said, the hall was in an uproar, and the shock on everyone's faces was even greater.

The implication is that Yu Xuanji, the descendant of Sanqing Mountain, a famous figure among the younger generation of Xijiang Daoist sects, was defeated twice by this mysterious young man in front of him, and her life was in danger, almost dying!?

"This... is this person blowing a cow!?"

"Nonsense, you don't look at who is in front of him. If he is blowing a cow, can he make Shen Mingchan like this?"

"Then it's true? No, what kind of person is this?"

"Is it a riddle person? It makes people itch, who can tell me what is going on here?"

Zhang Fan's two sentences contained too much information, instantly suppressing everyone in the Sword Offering Hall.

If it were just him talking to himself, of course, no one would care, and it would definitely be regarded as arrogant words.

But Shen Mingchan's reaction explained everything.

"Good, I will definitely bring your words," Shen Mingchan nodded heavily.

"Deep pool and abyss, must hide true dragon."

Just at this moment, a loud sound stirred the tense atmosphere.

"Mount Mount Mount Luyin, Zhuang Yumian, dare to ask Daoist brother's name, where do you practice?"

Zhuang Yumian stood out. As a disciple of Mount Mount Mount Luyin, her status and cultivation were not under Qu Zhe, and she was intelligent and beautiful.

In the Xijiang region, whether in the secular world or in the Daoist sects, there are many pursuers, but she is indifferent and rarely shows her face.

Today, she was too curious about Zhang Fan, so she stood out in front of everyone and took the initiative to make friends. 【

As the words fell, everyone's gazes turned toward him.

Zhuang Yumian's question was also the question in their hearts.

"My name is Zhao Jiexuan, just a wandering rogue cultivator," Zhang Fan whispered.

In Xijiang Province, except for revealing his identity to Xiang Nantian, he always used the name Zhao Jiexuan when out in public.

"Zhao Jiexuan!?" Shen Mingchan's heart skipped a beat.

In Copper Mount Luoshan, he had heard with his own ears Yu Xuanji call the other party Zhang Fan; the person before him was clearly from the Zhang family of Long Hu Mountain.

However, since the other party called himself Zhao Jiexuan, then he was Zhao Jiexuan.

Shen Mingchan naturally dared not say anything.

"Zhao Jiexuan!?"

Zhuang Yumian and Lin Haitang exchanged a glance; let alone Xijiang Province, looking at the whole world, they had never heard of such a person.

Qu Zhe frowned, his gaze low, racking his brains, as if he were also recalling every clue related to this name.

"Rogue cultivator!?"

Zhuang Yumian's thoughts raced; she looked at Zhang Fan and then at Zhang Wuming.

She had long heard that in recent days, rogue cultivators across Xijiang had been moving frequently, with a strong trend toward unification and integration.

Now it seemed this was not a coincidence; there was an unseen force pushing it from behind.

"No wonder... no wonder..."

Zhuang Yumian was quick-witted; in an instant, she understood many connections and linked together many seemingly unrelated clues.

"It seems this Daoist brother is not an ordinary rogue cultivator," Zhuang Yumian said with deep meaning.

Zhang Fan looked at Zhuang Yumian, smiled slightly, and his gaze swept over the people in the hall again.

"We two brothers want to borrow this precious land of Xijiang to establish a sect, to illuminate all practitioners in the world; anyone with a heart toward the Dao, whether common folk or mountain spirits and monsters, I will open the door of convenience for them."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's expressions changed again.

"What a big mouth."

Suddenly, a weathered, low voice came abruptly, like the tolling of a bell, deafening and enlightening.

Everyone turned around subconsciously and saw a gaunt, emaciated Daoist walking unsteadily into the 【Sword-Offering Hall】. The Daoist's complexion was sallow, his hair messy, two strands of white hair hanging down, and his slightly exposed chest was so shriveled that his ribs could be seen.

"Xu Xu Guanzhu Xu!"

Seeing the person arrive, everyone bowed in greeting.

This Daoist, who looked like a consumptive ghost, was the Xu Xu Guanzhu of the Pure Land Temple...

Xu Changshou!

"Xu Xu Guanzhu Xu, long time no see."

Zhang Fan and Zhang Wuming exchanged a glance, walked forward, and bowed in greeting.

"Young and yet possessing the spirit to establish a sect; truly, the younger generation is to be feared."

Xu Changshou looked at Zhang Fan and then at Zhang Wuming, sighing lightly.

"Just trying to make a living," Zhang Fan said casually. "We two are just young and vigorous; if we really want to hold up a facade, we hope Senior can lend a hand."

"If you aren't vigorous, can you still be called a young person?" Xu Changshou said lightly.

"However... I have seen many young people; there are plenty who are crazier than you."

"Young man, it doesn't matter if you don't know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth, but if you don't even know your own weight, then you are not far from death."

As these words were spoken, everyone in the Sword-Offering Hall was moved, and various thoughts arose in their hearts.

"I already know the purpose of your visit," Xu Changshou changed the subject and said suddenly.

"The Dan Yuan Dharma Assembly is a major event for the Xijiang Daoist sects; thank you all for your kind invitation, but allow me to consider it for a moment."

As the words fell, everyone looked at each other; no wonder they all said this Xu Changshou was an old slippery fox. Today, representatives from major sects gathered, and he was actually playing Tai Chi again.