When Wang Changning recovered the Soul Conjuring Banner, he prepared for three days before he dared to touch the Soul Conjuring Banner.

Even so, the soul-summoning banner is often out of his control.

As soon as Wang Changning uses the soul-suming banner, he has to endure the resentment of tens of thousands of evil ghosts. He needs to rest for at least one day before he can recover his stiff hands and feet.

Young Master Yan raised his eyebrows and put the soul-suming banner in his pocket casually, waved at Wang Changning like a fly. He said in a low voice: "Since you have lost, then get out."

The boy's attitude was very bad. Wang Changning frowned. This time he came to Xuanmen and was not only humiliated, but also snatched away his most powerful magic weapon. How could he be willing to do so?

However, the soul-summoning banner had been snatched away by Yan Tao. Wang Changning stood there, his eyes flashed violently. Although he was extremely unwilling to give up, he was no match for Yan Tao at the moment, so he could only grit his teeth and turn back.

The disciples who followed him were also quite shocked at this time.

They worshipped Wang Changning as their teacher because of his strength.

No one in the entire metaphysics community has a higher cultivation level than Wang Changning. Who knew that a young man who appeared casually could easily suppress their master.

The arrogance that had always existed in their hearts was broken by Yan Tao.

"Master, are we leaving like that?"

Some disciples were still unwilling to give up. They originally thought they could enter the hall in a noble way and occupy the entire Xuanmen.

Who knew that he came in a fierce manner but was driven out of the door like a betrayal dog.

Wang Changning's mood was already extremely bad. He looked at the disciple coldly, and his voice was chilling, as if it was a cold poisonous snake: "If you want to stay, stay."

The disciple was almost stiff when Wang Changning saw this, his hands and feet turned pale, and he lowered his head and never dared to say anything again.

A group of people left in a panic. The disciples of Xuanmen looked at their backs and suddenly burst into cheers.

Over the years, they were pressed down by Wang Changning's disciples, and they would be suppressed no matter what they did.

Yan Tao's moment was aroused by their anger. The resentment that had been accumulated in their hearts over the years was suddenly released, and the smile on his face became much more relaxed.

Qi Zhi walked to Yan Tao, with some residual surprise in his eyes. After a long time, he sighed, "I didn't expect that Young Master Yan's cultivation had reached this level."

Wang Changning is not his opponent.

Young Master Yan stood casually and stood there, restraining the soul-suming banner, and the dark clouds above his head gradually dispersed, and the sunlight shone down from the white clouds, illuminating the empty square.

He said lightly: "If Wang Changning simply competed with me for Taoism, I might lose to him."

But he insisted on using magic tools.

And it is also a soul-summoning banner.

Young Master Yan knows ghost words. In fact, there is also a talisman in the inheritance he has obtained, which can forcefully seize the countermeasures.

Of course, the conditions for this talisman are very harsh, but these conditions are all met by Wang Changning.

Even Young Master Yan didn't expect that, he spread his hands and said, "It's also a fault for him to be unlucky."

Qi Zhi smiled and shook his head. He was mainly worried that Wang Changning would deliberately destroy the succession ceremony.
Chapter completed!