Qi Zhi could see the disbelief and rejection in his eyes of the disciples, but he didn't say much. Yan Tao could only do this kind of authority.

What he did too much would only make Yan Tao more despicable and make his disciples more repulsive.

"This is the young master. He got the Seven-Star Sword left by the Sect Master. According to the rules of the Sect, he was the next Xuanmen Sect Master. "Qi Zhi said lightly and stepped aside.

The empty venue was quiet for a moment, and suddenly a young man in black clothes came out. He looked at Yan Tao with a calm expression and said bluntly: "Uncle Qi, I don't think he is qualified to be the master of the door."

Qi Zhi did not answer the question, and the young man looked at Yan Tao with cold eyes for a moment.

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

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

The disciples showed doubt.

They looked at the handsome boy and didn't know what he meant.

Then he heard it and Yan Tao said, "Because you are so bad."

The understatement of words is filled with strong domineering and arrogantness.

This sentence almost shakyly stepped on the faces of all the Xuanmen disciples. Their words came into their ears, and their expressions changed slightly, and they all showed an angry expression.

"What qualifications do you have to say this?"

"You are just lucky enough to pick up our Sect Master's Seven-Star Sword!"

"What I mean is that a young boy dares to accuse me of the mysterious school."

Everyone shouted at him, with obvious repulsion in his words.

Yan Tao chuckled: "You can only talk to your mouth, is this what Xuanmen gives you? Noisy!"

The disciples' faces flushed slightly. Some of them are nearly 40 years old. Even if they are not much different from Qi Zhi, they are still scolded by a young man of fifteen or sixteen.

Suddenly, his blood and blood surged, and he spoke coldly without thinking: "If you are not afraid of death, just fight with us."

Young Master Yan smiled slightly, he had expected this kind of scene.

For those who don’t accept him, Young Master Yan always uses his fists to subdue him.

"It's okay to fight."

"You can go together."

The boy added casually,

And this sentence is simply an insult to the disciples of Xuanmen.

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

"I'll fight you first." The young man in black pulled out a sword from behind and said coldly: "My name is Zhang Chi."

Young Master Yan nodded, he stood with his hands behind his back and had no intention of pulling out his weapons at all.

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

"You don't need to deal with you." Young Master Yan's attitude is extremely arrogant and domineering.

Angry appeared in Zhang Chi's eyes. He was also a genius in the Xuanmen, and his cultivation was also top among the disciples.

This young man is so arrogant, he coldly thought that he would teach him a lesson.

Let him know what is the highest heaven and earth.

Zhang Chi placed his left hand in front of his chest, and quickly recited the magic tricks. At the same time, the Taomu sword pointed at Yan Tao from afar, and used the force of his right foot to push the sword forward directly towards Yan Tao's face.

Young Master Yan didn't move at all. To the eyes of others, he seemed to be frightened.
Chapter completed!