Unexpectedly, at this moment, the monk Zhishan, who had just been ridiculed by a middle-aged beauty, suddenly said, "Amitabha! The old monk is not selfless in his work, so he should say a few fair words! The disciples of the Taoist sect want to seek justice for the Taoist sect, and Young Master Long wants to avenge his father. It is all human nature to be accused of killing his father! On the other hand, the great elder appointed Long and fellow Taoists to fight, and some of the masters became famous!"

"Wuliang Tianzun! Thank you for your righteous words!" Zhen Yangzi was quite satisfied with the statement of the monk Zhishan. For a moment, the old face, with a wide range of ravines, was filled with bright smiles.

Although the old man in the green robe had not spoken, he bowed slightly to the monk Zhishan from afar and expressed his gratitude.

Perhaps it was the great elder's domineering aroused the anger of the public. The words of the monk Zhishan unexpectedly received strong support from almost all the Nascent Soul monks present, and there were endless praise and echoes. Even some of the great monks of the Long family turned against each other and complained to the great elders.

In a rage, the middle-aged beautiful woman could no longer maintain her elegant and indifferent demeanor, and her beautiful eyes glared at the monk Zhishan hatred. Unexpectedly, after this monk Zhishan successfully aroused the anger of everyone, he looked at his mouth and nose and looked at his mind without squinting, and simply ignored anything.

"You bald donkey! You pretend to be hypocritical, and you are obviously trying to oppose me on purpose!" The middle-aged beautiful woman knew that the Buddhist sect in Kunzhou was declining, and monk Zhishan had no close relatives and friends on Longyuan Island. This time she forced herself to make a move, and she was clearly holding a grudge after being robbed by her, and she couldn't help but cursing in her heart.

However, the Nascent Soul Cultivators present are the backbone forces that Longyuan Island must rely on. The middle-aged beautiful women who are in the hearts of the public dare not act arbitrarily. They can only endure their anger and respond slowly: "Since Master Zhishan said that his old man was unfair in his affairs, he will no longer insist on his own opinion. As for whether the Taoist disciples or the Long Jianfei fight, please ask the master to make a decision!"

The Great Elder's move is also to lead the disaster to the east. After all, there must be only one of the Taoist disciples and Long Jianfei now. No matter how the monk Zhishan decides, he will offend the other side.

Monk Zhishan never expected that the Great Elder would suddenly throw this hot potato in front of him. He didn't know how to deal with it for a moment, so he could only touch his bald head helplessly and stammer: "Amitabha! I don't know which fellow Taoist should fight!"

Looking at Zhishan's embarrassment, the elder was so happy that he could not express himself, and continued to press forward step by step: "Master Zhishan is highly respected, and he will respond with one call and never refuse!"

How could the monk Zhishan not know that the elder had a ulterior motive? Seeing Zhen Yangzi and Long Yulin staring at him, but he didn't know how to choose.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Long Jianfei, who was standing in front of everyone, suddenly spoke: "Master Zhishan doesn't have to make things difficult for him! Since Zhang Xiaochuan has a gap with the Taoist sect, the Taoist disciples should go to fight! If this comrade in the Taoist sect can't fight, it's not too late to go to fight again!"

Long Jianfei said something and immediately rescued the monk Zhishan from the dilemma. The monk couldn't help but laugh loudly, "Amitabha! Young Master Long is so happy!"

A group of Nascent Soul cultivators never thought that Long Jianfei would give up such a huge opportunity. In their opinion, Zhang Xiaochuan, who was already hard to fly at this time, was already a fish on the chopping board. As long as he got the opportunity to fight, it meant that he could get the coveted reward, and even in his practice, he would have a smooth journey.

The old man in the green robe, Long Yulin, thought of his brotherly ties, did not hesitate to punish the great elder and wanted to win the opportunity for Long Jianfei to kill Xiaochuan. Unexpectedly, he waited for Long Jianfei to retreat in the face, and couldn't help but sigh with a slight face.

Amid the puzzled eyes of everyone, Long Jianfei's face looked like water, and he had already set up a light to return to the crowd quietly. However, at this time, Long Jianfei was destined to be the focus of everyone's attention. Many people noticed that Long Jianfei looked at Zhang Xiaochuan meaningfully from afar.

Long Jianfei's sudden withdrawal made the Taoist disciples a natural choice. Zhen Yangzi, a top monk in the late stage of the Nascent Soul, looked at Long Jianfei's back and frowned slightly, but he still shouted loudly: "I wonder which fellow Taoist is willing to eliminate evil for my Taoist sect?"

There were more than 200 great Nascent Soul cultivators present, and dozens of middle Taoist disciples were also present. Zhen Yangzi's shout suddenly hit a thousand waves like a stone. Many Taoist disciples rushed to recommend themselves. Many great monks couldn't wait to sacrifice their most proud magic weapons to show off. Only the early stage of Nascent Soul cultivator Long Qi, who stood in the center of everyone, retreated for a while, and seemed extremely embarrassing.

Zhen Yangzi originally wanted to choose a Taoist disciple who knew the world as his puppet to fight Zhang Xiaochuan, but when he saw the meaningful glance of the dragon sword flying towards Xiaochuan, he suddenly became alert for some reason and changed his mind temporarily to choose a real strong man.

Among the many disciples of Taoism, there was an old Taoist wearing a sacred robe covered with grey grey. The old Taoist was so handsome that he was not very handsome, with a few rice-like things hanging on his gray beard on his face, which looked extremely sloppy. For the great Nascent Soul monk who had already fasted and had no need to eat, this image was really unreasonable.

However, no one dares to underestimate this sloppy old Taoist on Longyuan Island. In addition to having the peak of the early stage of the Nascent Soul, this old Taoist is also a powerful sword cultivator. It is said that he has also obtained the inheritance of the Jiujian Immortal Sword Technique. At least from the appearance, the rumors are somewhat credible.

As the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage, Zhen Yangzi naturally knew the ability of this sloppy old Taoist. After hesitating, he raised his hand and pointed at the sloppy old Taoist gently, and said, "Master Yunfeng, are you willing to fight on behalf of my Taoist sect?"

This sloppy Taoist was working hard to recommend him with his disciples. When he saw Zhen Yangzi pointing at him suddenly, he was stunned and looked around at a loss.

"Master Yunfeng! Are you willing to fight on behalf of my Taoist sect?!" Seeing this, Zhen Yangzi couldn't help but raise his voice and used the power of his true energy.

At this time, the sloppy old Taoist had just come back to his senses. He didn't care about why Zhenyang, who had no friendship with him, chose him, and quickly agreed: "I will naturally be willing! I will naturally be willing!"

Zhen Yangzi glanced at the sloppy old Taoist, and suddenly raised his voice and instructed: "Master Yunfeng! This battle is related to the reputation of the Taoist sect, so you must not be careless and underestimate the enemy!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Taoist Yun Feng was immersed in the huge surprise of the pie falling from the world. He did not notice what Zhen Yangzi was saying at all, but just nodded and said yes.
Chapter completed!