Zhang Ling laughed angrily: "well, you don't have any magic weapons of the three towns! Do you want to take over the position of leader like this? The great fallacy of the world!"

Zhang Liufang, who had been nervously watching Ziyuan on the sidelines, felt a thump in her heart and couldn't help shouting in a low voice: "no! Immortal Ziyuan is miserable. She will not only inherit the position of leader, but also be punished!"

Zhang kongyun didn't expect that Ziyuan destroyed the two remaining magic weapons of linggong sect. He looked at Ziyuan with tongue tied open. After a while, he sighed deeply and said in a subtle and imperceptible tone: "distant mountain, it seems that this disaster of your apprentice... Is too difficult!"

There are precedents and styles for practitioners to borrow magic weapons from each other, so it is normal to have one or two less magic weapons in their hands. In particular, the Bahuang Liuhe sword was split into two swords by Wang Yuanshan ten years ago. One was left to his junior sister Yan Fang and the other to AO Wushuang. Many people in the practice world know these things. Therefore, if the Ziyuan is only short of the eight barrens and Six Harmonies sword, it's fair to say, but now the three magic weapons of the linggong sect, the town sect, three destroy two, and one is simply in the hands of others. It's unimaginable to put such a thing in other sects.

For a time, there was a lot of discussion in the field. Although practitioners from all walks of life were invited to come just to witness and make soy sauce, many people pointed at asters and shook their heads secretly.

Mao Yuchang of Maoshan school is arrogant. She has long been dissatisfied with the reputation of Ziyuan. She thinks she has no name and has the idea of competing with her. But she is strictly controlled by her father on weekdays, so she has no chance.

But this time, she begged her father for a long time before she was allowed to come with her uncle. But today, she was shocked by the amazing appearance of Ziyuan. At this time, when she saw that Ziyuan was disgusted by everyone, she immediately smiled coldly and said with a sneer: "the magic weapons of the sect can't be controlled. Still want to be the leader? It's ridiculous!"

Her sneer was not big or small, which could be heard by many practitioners around, and many people looked at her.

Xuyangzi immediately glared at her: "Yuchang, shut up!"

Mao Yuchang snorted, turned her head and stopped talking.

At this time, Zhang Ling glared at Ziyuan: "Ziyuan, do you have anything to say?"

Ziyuan was silent for a while and gently opened her lips: "Ziyuan... Nothing to say!"

Zhang Ling went to the sky glass mirror and pointed to the magic weapon that made countless practitioners envious and jealous. She said angrily, "how did you destroy the sky glass mirror? Tell me quickly!"

Ziyuan lowered her eyes and said in a faint voice, "since it has been damaged and the wood is done, what else do you ask?"

Zhang Ling was furious: "bastard! This magic weapon has been handed down to this day, and it was destroyed in your hands today. How do you face your master and the ancestors of Lingbao sect?"

Asters kept silent, as if they were fighting against Zhang Ling's anger with silence.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Zhang Ling continued to drink, "do you think you can just don't speak?" as she said, she turned her head and shouted at several blue Taoists behind her: "tell her what crime should be to destroy the magic weapon of the town school!!"

A Taoist priest came forward and looked at the asters sympathetically. He coughed loudly and said, "no feet, face the wall for ten years..."