Chapter 467 If You Care About Friendship, Take Care of Longhu Mountain
The original Tianwen Sword was drawn by Murong Ji based on the sword in "The Legend of Qin". Later, it was forged and tempered by skilled craftsmen in the Song Dynasty to make it more realistic.

In the world of Zhu Xian, after hundreds of years of refinement, Murong Ji modified it and gradually made it more practical, eventually becoming what it is today.

If you really compare the two swords, you can see the similarities, but they don’t feel like the same sword.

"Well, this sword is good. I was wrong about it."

Murong Ji didn't say anything, but his eyes fell on Zhao Huanjin, "Is this the successor you chose? The successor of the Heavenly Master? No, shouldn't he be called Zhang Huanjin?"

"Humph! It's none of your business, mind your own business! Have you washed off the mud on your body?"

Murong Ji withdrew his gaze, and without waiting for him to say anything, the old Taoist priest threw the Tianwen Sword towards him.

"What are you doing here, kid?" The old Taoist's eyes turned cold, and the aura around him instantly expanded, filled with murderous intent.

It would be fine if Murong Ji was a rookie, but he is not. This kind of murderous aura is very oppressive, and Murong Ji's murderous aura is not small.

Murong Ji glanced behind him and saw a dozen off-road vehicles rushing towards him on the grassland in the distance. He knew who they were without thinking.

The ten bosses in the alien world, these people, almost control most of the resources.

Looking up, I saw several cars coming from another direction, and their speed was much slower than that of the Ten Lords.

Retracting his gaze, Murong Ji looked at Zhang Zhiwei, "Old Heavenly Master, have you thought it through? That so-and-so dean is dead, and we both know how he died. Aren't you afraid...of following in his footsteps?"

With their level of practice, ordinary bullets can hardly catch up with their speed, and the reaction speed of ordinary people is far slower than theirs.

If you want to kill them, you must mobilize a large-scale army and assist the aliens to kill them.

Over the years, Murong Ji has cooperated with the company and refined a lot of pills. Such a large amount is more than enough for the company to use. So, where did the extra pills go? He can figure it out with just his toes.

"I have lived long enough. You are just a kid who likes to watch the fun. You haven't even washed off the mud on your body, and you want to get involved in my business?!" Suddenly, he thought of what Murong Ji had done, and added, "You are really crazy!!"

Murong Ji raised his mouth slightly and raised his head. "The Taoist tradition is generally divided into two schools, the Talisman School and the Alchemy School. If I were to say I'm crazy, how dare I say I'm crazy in front of the Taoist master of the Talisman School?"

Murong Ji suddenly raised his hands and shouted: "The blue sky is dead! The yellow sky is here! The year is Jiazi! Good luck to the world!"

"This person must be from the Talisman Sect, right? You can't deny him."

Murong Ji's acting was so vivid that Zhang Zhiwei's mouth twitched and he wanted to slap him in the face.

"Yo?! You've grown up, boy!" Lu Jin's gloomy voice came from behind Murong Ji.

Murong Ji turned around and looked at the Ten Bosses and the company's director. Murong Ji had a deep impression of this director, who had an extraordinary background, and his personal methods and ability to handle things were extraordinary.

Su Dong, Su Xiuling.

"Morning, Mr. Lu."

Lu Jin looked up at the sky. It was already noon. How could it be early? What nonsense!
"What are you doing here?"

The old Taoist priest's voice interrupted Lu Jin's desire to continue chatting. When he came to his senses, he heard Director Su say, "Old Taoist priest, please don't misunderstand. The company asked the seniors to come and help."

Murong Ji's gaze fell on Director Su, who had a world-weary face. Being in a high position, he had developed an aura of authority that was no weaker than that of the Ten Lords.

Raising his foot, Murong Ji walked to Zhao Huanjin's side, and they formed a supporting role for each other.

Suddenly, Zhang Zhiwei said, "Murong boy!"

Murong Ji was startled and turned to look.

"Get out of here, kid! Why are you everywhere?"

The ten bosses of the company then set their sights on Murong Ji, and their eyes couldn't help but darken. This guy is a ruthless character, if anything happens, he will really wipe out the entire family!

"Hehe, old Taoist priest, I'm afraid you'll die. After all, you're the leader of our sect. No matter what, I have to stand on your side. I'm only helping the right side, not my relatives."

"Don't worry, I spent a lot of effort to refine this magic weapon. With your cultivation level and my magic weapon, you can resist even if the Winter Wind Express comes."

"I have a secret technique. If you give me some time, I can kill them all."

The old Taoist priest's face was full of black lines. He could see that this guy was here to cause trouble. At the same time, he was also trying to shut him up. If killing could solve all problems, there wouldn't be so much trouble.

This is a reminder to myself to be careful about what I am doing. I can make a scene, and I can make a scene too big, but I shouldn't go too far.

This feeling is like an elder giving advice to a younger person.

Zhang Zhiwei raised his eyebrows slightly, "Humph! You are the only one who has many evil intentions."

Director Su glanced at Murong Ji. Both of them were thousand-year-old foxes, so he could naturally hear the hidden meaning behind his words. So he continued to speak according to Murong Ji's meaning.

"If you have any requests, you can talk to the company. Why not come back with us and have a good chat?"

"No need, you guys can go back." Zhang Zhiwei's voice sounded a little tired. It was not easy for him to go down the mountain this time. First, there was the death of Tian Jinzhong, and then the death of the dean.

At this moment, Zhang Zhiwei no longer had the energy and vitality he had when they first met. His energy and spirit were loose, and they would soon dissipate, and his lifespan would be rapidly reduced...

Murong Ji frowned slightly, watching Chen Jinkui trying to persuade him, but not daring to confront the old Taoist priest. He raised his eyebrows again as he hesitated. He then watched Zhang Zhiwei slap Lu Jin to the ground, and remained silent.

At this point, the Ten Lords were in an extremely awkward situation, and they were in a dilemma as to whether to leave or stay.

Looking up, I saw that several cars in the distance had stopped and many people got out of them, all of them were experts in Quan Xing.

Murong Ji lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the Ten Lords and Lu Jin who was kneeling on the ground with a half-smile.

Zhang Zhiwei walked forward step by step, passing the Ten Lords, until he met Quan Xing's people. Murong Ji, carrying a sword, and Zhao Huanjin followed behind.

"Ding Shian, you are here too."

Murong popped his head out from behind the old Taoist priest out of curiosity. It was the first time he had seen so many masters of all nature gathered together.

Murong Ji's gaze swept over Ding Shiman, Tu Junfang and others one by one, and then fell on the six thieves.

Murong Ji still hadn't figured out the abilities and strengths of these people. They didn't seem to cause any trouble, but no one could ignore their existence.

This is a symbol of strength.

"How can I miss the chance to fight with Tiantong Daoist?"

"Where's Gong Qing?"

"It doesn't matter whether he is here or not, we are here specifically to find you, the Heavenly Master. Abandoning benevolence and righteousness, the virtues of the world will begin to be unified. Today, we, the fourteen of Quanxing, come to challenge you - the best!"

Tu Junfang clasped his fists and walked forward, and the other dozen or so people clasped their fists and walked forward together, as a sign of respect for the old Taoist priest.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and pulled Zhao Huanjin back a few meters. "Old Heavenly Master, if you don't like anyone, just kill them at random."

"There's someone sitting in the car."

As soon as Murong Ji finished speaking, more than 20 people suddenly looked over. The distance here was not far, and they did not feel the situation inside the car. How did Murong Ji...

"Is it reliable?" Zhang Zhiwei turned his head slightly and confirmed with Murong Ji again.

"It's reliable. I've seen Gong Qing in person. We have the same aura, so there's no doubt about it."

In an instant, Zhang Zhiwei suddenly rose from the ground and rushed towards the three cars. As soon as he moved, the fourteen people led by Ding Shiman attacked Zhang Zhiwei together.

There were almost no probing moves, he just went straight in with full firepower.

From start to finish, it took less than five minutes.

Ding Shimaan was indeed the most powerful among these people. He managed to withstand three hits from the old Taoist's golden light curse and survived.

The old Taoist priest grabbed him by the neck.

A man slowly got off a car not far away. He had disheveled hair and his hands in his trouser legs. He walked towards me step by step.

"The acting head of Quanxing, Gong Qing, pays homage to the Heavenly Master."

Murong Ji glanced at the ten leaders present, as well as Director Su. Lu Jin had just recovered and, with the help of Mu You and Na Ru Hu, he slowly stood up.

"Everyone, if you have nothing else to do, please leave. I have something to ask this little guy."

Zhang Zhiwei's tone was not firm, but it was unquestionable.

The ten bosses looked at each other, and finally it was Lu Ci who broke the silence and walked towards the direction of the convoy.

It wasn't long before the others followed.

Those Quan Xing members who were relatively lightly injured slowly stood up, "Master..."

Gong Qing waved his hand, signaling them to leave.

Murong Ji glanced at the two of them, said no more, and walked towards the convoy. After a few steps, the old Taoist's voice suddenly came from behind him: "Murong boy, you stay. Huan Jin..."

"Master." Zhao Huanjin stepped forward respectfully and listened to the instructions.

The old Taoist priest suddenly stopped talking and remained silent for a long time. Finally, he sighed helplessly, "Murong boy, I, an old man, don't have your courage. I have to consider the younger generation."

Murong Ji was stunned, but didn't say anything.

The old Taoist priest continued, "My disciples... if you can care about our friendship, please lend a hand to Longhu Mountain in the future."

Murong Ji nodded silently. He understood this kind of feeling. The master had raised him and never let him down. Instead, he felt at home. That kind of feeling could not be given up by anyone.

Then, the old Taoist priest waved his hand and signaled Zhao Huanjin to leave.

Zhao Huanjin said nothing and asked no more questions. After receiving his master's order, he walked towards the direction of the convoy.

After everyone had left, Murong Ji also looked at Gong Qing.

(End of this chapter)