Chapter 915 Establishing Prestige

Qi Zhi could see the disdain and rejection in his disciples' eyes, but he didn't say a word. Yan Tao could only do this kind of prestige thing himself.

If he went too far, it would only make Yan Tao lose his prestige and make his disciples reject him even more.

"This is the young master. He got the seven-star sword left by the sect master. According to the sect rules, he is the next master of Xuanmen." Qi Zhi said this calmly and stepped aside.

The empty field was quiet for a moment, and suddenly a young man in black clothes walked out. He looked at Yan Tao calmly and said bluntly: "Uncle Qi, I don't think he is qualified to be the sect leader."

Qi Zhi did not answer the question, and the young man looked at Yan Tao coldly.

Yan Tao suddenly chuckled. He walked slowly down the steps with his long legs and stood opposite the young man in black.

The young man's handsome and demonic face was covered with a light layer of frost, and his thin lips were slightly hooked: "Do you know why Qi Zhi asked me to inherit Xuanmen?"

The disciples showed doubts.

They looked at the handsome young man and wondered what he meant.

Then I heard Yan Tao say: "Because you are so bad."

His understated words were filled with overbearing domineering and arrogance.

This sentence was almost clearly stamped on the faces of all Xuanmen disciples. When the words reached their ears, their expressions changed slightly, and they all showed angry expressions.

"What qualifications do you have to say such a thing?"

"You were just lucky enough to pick up our sect master's Seven-Star Sword!"

"That is to say, a young boy dares to accuse me of Xuanmen."

Everyone rebuked him one after another, with obvious rejection in their words.

Yan Tao chuckled softly: "You can only talk and talk. Is this what Xuanmen has given you? Noisy!"

The faces of the disciples flushed slightly. Some of them were nearly 40 years old. Even compared with Qi Zhi, they were not much different, but they were pointed at their noses and scolded by a fifteen or sixteen year old boy.

Suddenly his energy and blood surged, and he said in a cold voice without thinking: "Those who are not afraid of death will fight with us."

Master Yan smiled slightly, he had expected this scene for a long time.

Master Yan always used his fists to conquer those who disobeyed him.

"It's okay to fight if you want."

"You can come together."

The young man added casually,

And this sentence is simply an insult to Xuanmen disciples.

The young man in black sneered: "We haven't reached this level yet."

"I will fight you first." The young man in black drew a sword from his back and said coldly: "My name is Zhang Chi."

Master Yan nodded. He stood with his hands behind his back and had no intention of drawing out his weapon.

Zhang Chi frowned: "You don't use magic weapons?"

"No need to deal with you." Master Yan's attitude was extremely arrogant and domineering.

An angry look appeared in Zhang Chi's eyes. He was considered a genius in Xuanmen, and his cultivation was considered top among the disciples.

This young man was so arrogant, he coldly thought that he must teach him a lesson.

Let him know what heaven and earth mean.

Zhang Chi placed his left hand in front of his chest, chanting the spells quickly while pointing the peach wood sword at Yan Tao in the distance. He used the force of his right foot to push the sword's edge directly towards Yan Tao's face.

Master Yan remained motionless. To others, he seemed to be frightened.