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Chapter 561: Master is coming, everyone get out of the way

One Step to Thunder

Two-step water

Three-step thunder and fire

Four-step Thunderbolt

Five Steps Five Thunder Messenger

Sweep away the evil in front and drive away the evil dragon behind

The gods and spirits are the Three Pure Ones

Five Thunders, Wind and Lightning

Xing Gang Bu arrives and I lead the way

Sunshine and I

Hurry up as the law!

As a spell came from the banquet hall, Zhang Yiyan's eyes lit up. He followed the spell, stepped on the Gangbu steps, formed seals with his hands, and repeated the spell.

Immediately, there was a rumble of thunder. Zhang Yiyan drew the Eight Diagrams with both hands and then pushed out with both hands. Several lightning bolts appeared around him and struck him. During the thunder and lightning, several people from the Fengshen tribe who were unable to dodge were struck by lightning! Many zombies were also struck by lightning! A burning smell spread!

The gravedigger and Li Qingmian looked at each other and quietly stepped back.

Zhang Yiyan's attack shocked everyone, especially the people of the Fengshen Clan. They didn't expect that he could borrow the thunder from the sky, and his magic power was so high! His hands were flashing with electricity, and the red mark between his eyebrows was also flashing with golden light, as if it was about to explode at any time!

"Good! Good! Good! My dear grandson, the master is here to lend you a helping hand!"

A deep and powerful voice was heard. Zhang Tianming and Zhang Tianyuan supported each other and stood up, looking towards the source of the sound with a smile.

The dizziness and weakness felt by the others gradually improved after Bart spread the antidote. They returned to normal and looked up.

A tall figure descended from the sky, bringing with him a gust of strong wind that forced the people of the God-conferring Clan to take a few steps back.

Zhang Yuzong stroked his beard, his expression became serious, he looked at Li Weiyuan and shook his head and sighed, "Little kid, you are too cruel, you wanted to blow me and my disciple to death, luckily I am lucky and have a long life!"

Then another figure landed on the ground. Xie Huai turned around, fanning himself, and said, "Li Weiyuan, you have a good idea. If you can be an accountant, you can probably do it! In our special department, you are wasting your talent!"

Li Weiyuan was seriously injured. He was so angry that he vomited blood when he saw that he had been fooled. "Xie Huai, I really underestimated you!"

"You not only underestimate me, but also all of us. You think you are so smart, and we gather here just to help you catch the turtle in the jar?" Xie Huai showed sarcasm on his face. He didn't expect to keep such a scourge by his side for so long.

"When did you start to doubt me?" Li Weiyuan stood up with the help of the Saint, "Or did you never believe in me at all?"

Xie Huai put away his fan and stopped fanning. He looked speechless, "I catch one, you rescue one, I catch one and you rescue one, do you think I'm playing house with you?"

"I see!" Li Weiyuan still had a smiling face, "You don't think that this is all I have! It's still uncertain who will win or lose!"

He pointed his finger and said viciously, "Kill them!"

The people of the Fengshen tribe looked at each other, but no one took action immediately.

Li Weiyuan tightened his grip on Hei Di's hand, and a cloud of black gas dissipated. All the people of the Fengshen tribe suddenly became ferocious in the blink of an eye and launched a fierce attack!

Zhang Yuzong drew the Eight Diagrams with his hands. There was no sign of anything happening in his hands, but lightning was flashing all around him. He did not need any spells or seals. He just rubbed out heavenly thunder with his bare hands and set up a thunder prison all around him while talking.

"If you touch my disciples or grandchildren, you should be killed!"

Zhang Yuzong raised his hand seemingly casually, and a bolt of lightning struck out dozens of meters, hitting Li Weiyuan's vitals and crashing into the door. The door broke with a sound! It stopped only after it hit the wall!

"Ah!!! Let's attack together!" The people of the Fengshen tribe looked at each other, as if their fighting spirit was aroused, and they suddenly launched an attack on Zhang Yuzong!

There was a golden light flashing in Zhang Yuzong's eyes, and he had a majestic aura around him. These people were repelled before they could get close to him. With one punch, one palm, or even a sharp look, he took away several people directly. It was a very exciting scene.

The people here looked at each other for a few seconds, and they felt that this was a sure thing! It would take the Grandmaster's intervention to know whether it would work or not!

Zhang Yiyan looked at Zhang Yuzong steadily, and saw his body shape and techniques. Beating the elders and protectors of the Fengshen Clan was as easy as cutting winter melon and potato seeds.

He knew that his master alone could destroy the Conferred Gods Clan!

During the fight, Meng He, who lost both arms, was knocked to the ground. Bart watched from a distance, frowned, looked at Zhang Yiyan, and waited for his decision!

Zhang Yiyan looked down at the remaining crow dart and handed it to Bart, meaning to let him decide for himself!

Bart clenched the crow dart tightly, struggling with the idea. Meng He was also looking at him. The latter smiled brightly, "Bart, I still owe you an apology! I'm going to find Asru!"

After saying that, she ran headfirst into the bronze statue of an angel that decorated the banquet hall. She was so eager to die that she ran so hard that her throat was cut by the wings of the angel statue, and blood gushed out.

She lay on the ground with a smile, tears streaming down her eyes, staring at the paintings on the ceiling in a trance, "Asru, you are finally here~"

Bart loosened his grip, the crow dart fell to the ground, his eyes reddened. He took a deep breath and went to help the others hide behind.

Zhang Yiyan, who witnessed everything, didn't even change his expression. He stood together with Zhang Tianming and Zhang Tianyuan, watching Zhang Yuzong beating people, as if they were playing a fruit-cutting game. When one came up, he cut one, and when two came up, he cut a pair.

"Master, you said before that it is okay to bully your master and destroy your ancestors. Is that true?"

Zhang Tianyuan's eyes twitched at the sincere words of his beloved disciple. He knew that the old man still had a few tricks up his sleeve. He had not used his true strength when fighting him before. "The weather is nice today, not bad~"

Zhang Tianming and Zhang Yiyan looked at each other and laughed, "Baby, don't bully your master!"

"No, I'm just curious!" Zhang Yiyan moved closer to Zhang Tianming, moved his fingers, looked down, and remembered that he had not taken back his jade flute.

Turning around to search, he saw the dying Saint, still clutching her jade flute tightly in her hand. He walked forward slowly and squatted down. The Saint's eyes suddenly widened, but she did not make a move.

He spoke weakly, "Your name is Zhang Yiyan? How old are you this year?"

Zhang Yiyan frowned, not intending to pay attention, and pulled the jade flute over and gently wiped the blood off it. The blood stained the surface of the flute red, reflecting the words engraved on it, [Ming]

Seeing the words clearly, the Saint's pupils trembled suddenly. She was not mistaken. "Where did you get this flute?"

Zhang Yiyan ignored her questions, just frowned at the stained area, stood up and was about to leave.

"Don't go!"

Zhang Tianming came over at this time, lowered his eyes to glance at the Saint, who was already at the end of her strength. He took Zhang Yiyan's shoulder, took the flute and looked at it, "Baby, I'll go back and wash it and give it to you!"

"Hmm~"

"Xiao Ming! Give it to me, I'll wash it!"

The saint girl lay on the ground, struggling to move forward twice, trying to see, and suddenly smiled when she saw the three people leaving side by side. His appearance changed, but his temperament did not change much. Zhang Tianming was still Zhang Tianming, the Zhang Tianming who stood in the mountains and played the flute to resist the enemy.

So that child is Zhang Yiyan!