Chapter 905 No Spiritual Stones, Visit the Mountain Gate

"You go to graves and burn newspapers to fool the ghosts!"

Zhang Xing curled his lips disdainfully, with a hundred disbeliefs in his heart.

To think that he only came up with 200,000 low-grade spiritual stones for such a huge Wanrenshan was indeed a bit stingy.

"Since your family is in difficulty, I will not force it. If it is convenient, I would like to visit these thousand-year-old peaks."

As soon as Zhang Xing changed the topic, everyone in Wanrenshan was flashed on the spot.

What does this guy mean, he doesn't want the spiritual stone, but wants to visit Wanren Mountain?

There must be something fishy.

"Zhang Zhang, our mountain gate doesn't have much to see. It's just a world of ice and snow. Let's talk about the spiritual stone."

Wan Zhongshan couldn't figure out Zhang Xing's thoughts and asked tentatively.

"The spirit stone is of no use to me. I don't want it anymore. Just let me visit your gate."

There was no expression on Zhang Xing's face, it seemed like it was a temporary move.

"Well...then I will accompany you to visit."

When Wan Zhongshan thought about it, even if Zhang Xing had any bad ideas, he wouldn't be able to make any big waves inside the mountain gate.

After all, both sides have shaken hands and made peace, and if he wants to stir up trouble, he won't get it.

If we don't give you a chance, it will be over.

"Haha, let's go then. I'll take a walk and leave."

Zhang Xing smiled slightly.

Wan Zhongshan waved his hand, and a dozen other elders followed behind, accompanying Zhang Xing to start the tour.

An hour later, Wan Zhongshan and a dozen elders complained bitterly to Zhang Xing.

This kid was running around aimlessly, flying east and west for a while, seeming to be interested in everything, and then seeming to be interested in nothing.

Unknowingly, they came to an iceberg deep in Wanren Mountain that exuded ancient vicissitudes.

"Huh? What is that?"

Zhang Xing saw a single ice crystal on the top of the iceberg that was nine feet tall and one foot wide. From the outside, it looked like a giant sword.

"Oh, this is the mountain-holding treasure left by the ancestor of our saint."

Wan Zhongshan looked at this ice crystal with pride and regret in his eyes.

"This seems to be a sword." Zhang Xing looked at it.

"Yes, this is the sword that our ancestor used to wear when he was alive, but...hey, forget it, let's not talk about it anymore."

Wan Zhongshan seemed unwilling to talk about this sword. He shook his head and sighed.

"If I guess correctly, this is a holy sword."

Zhang Xing came here smelling this ancient and vicissitudes of life.

The wandering around just now was just a cover-up.

"Sect Master Zhang really has good eyesight. The ancestor of our sect is a saint, so of course he must wear the sword of the saint."

Wan Zhongshan said proudly.

"You just throw a holy treasure here casually like this, aren't you afraid of losing it?"

Zhang Xing asked with a strange look on his face.

"hehe……"

Wan Zhongshan smiled meaningfully, then turned to look at the other elders.

The dozen elders also showed mocking smiles.

"Haha, Clan Master Zhang's worries are a bit unnecessary. No one in the world can steal him."

"Oh? Elder Wan, why is this?" Zhang Xing walked to the holy sword and looked at it carefully.

"Haha, to be honest with Master Zhang, the ancestors passed down the holy order and left this sword to the destined person."

"No matter who it is, no matter which empire they are from, as long as they can pull the holy sword out of this mountain, it will belong to whoever it is."

"A thousand years have passed, and all the heroes in the world, and all those who are in the realm of venerables, no matter how high they are, want to own this sword, but no one can have this blessing."

"One by one they came and took advantage of the excitement and then left in disgrace. Now, no one has tried it."

"And my disciples can only look at the Holy Sword helplessly and sigh!"