Chapter 558 Zhan Hongyi
As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was in an uproar.
Everyone turned their eyes to Xuanhe Zhenren, wanting to see how he would respond.
Xuanhe Zhenren had a blank expression on his face, and glanced at the red knife lightly, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes.
He spoke slowly, with an unquestionable majesty in his voice.
"Zhan Hongyi, what do you mean? Do you think you can scare me with a vicious knife?"
Zhan Hongyi smiled slightly and said indifferently.
"Xuanhe Zhenren misunderstood, I didn't mean that. It's just that this knife is indeed a little special, and I would like to take this opportunity to ask Xuanhe Zhenren for advice."
Xuanhe Zhenren snorted coldly.
"In that case, I will accept it. However, I will seal this knife to prevent it from causing trouble in the world again."
After speaking, Xuanhe Zhenren stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the red knife flew into his hand out of thin air.
Xuanhe Zhenren turned his palm, and a golden light surged from the palm, instantly wrapping the red knife.
Then, he handed the red knife to a disciple beside him and instructed.
"Seal this knife in the Sword Pavilion. No one can touch it without my permission."
But something surprising happened.
The red knife shook slightly, breaking the golden light. No matter how much strength Xuanhe Zhenren used, he could not put the knife in his palm.
The knife condensed in the air and stalemated with him. After a while, the blade turned.
The sharp blade was directly aimed at his head, less than half an inch away from his forehead.
This scene shocked all the disciples present, and they all cried out in surprise.
They wanted to go forward to save Xuanhe Zhenren, but he waved his hand to stop them.
Xuanhe Zhenren looked solemn.
He knew that this red knife was definitely not an ordinary product, and the power contained in it was far beyond his imagination.
He took a deep breath, used all his cultivation, and tried to suppress the red knife.
However, just when he was about to succeed, the red knife suddenly burst out a powerful aura, which directly shocked him back.
Xuanhe Zhenren's face changed. He knew that the red knife was beyond his control. If he suppressed it forcefully, it might lead to unpredictable consequences.
So he decisively retracted his palm.
The red knife also stopped attacking and quietly floated in the air.
Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but their fear of the blood knife became even more serious.
Zhan Hongyi looked at this scene, and a trace of pride flashed in his eyes.
He said lightly: "Xuanhe Zhenren is indeed a strong man in the realm of Zhenren. However, I would like to remind Zhenren that the power of this knife is far from being fully exerted."
"Perhaps from another perspective, I don't need three knives to kill you."
"After all, Xuanhe Zhenren is old and can only barely break through to the realm of Zhenren this time. I can't use many high standards to demand him."
This sentence was simply merciless, and Xuanhe Zhenren's face was ashen.
However, Xuanhe Zhenren also knew that now was the time when his Zhenren Ceremony was about to be completed.
There were many Taoist friends around, and he must not be laughed at by others.
Xuanhe Zhenren looked at Zhan Hongyi deeply and said in a deep voice.
"I hope you will not use this method to test my bottom line again."
"It's not that I'm testing you, but you are indeed not qualified."
Everyone's face changed drastically after saying this.
There was a hint of disdain in Zhan Hongyi's tone, and his strength was still not enough for him to take seriously.
Xuanhe Zhenren frowned, he knew that this contest was not only a contest of strength, but also a contest of mind.
"The purpose of my coming here today is actually another person, Ye Yang, who is both a swordsman and a swordsman."
"Haha, what a great prestige."
After saying this, Zhan Hongyi raised his eyebrows, looked at Ye Yang next to Xuanhe Zhenren, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Master Ye, you have to give an explanation for killing my Haitian Chamber of Commerce."
"Just kill, what explanation do you need?"
Ye Yang could see that Zhan Hongyi had a bad background. It must be that the Haitian Chamber of Commerce had discovered that he had killed Master Huayang of the Haitian Chamber of Commerce.
"Well, just kill, what explanation do you need? Then, if I killed Master Ye, do I not need any explanation?"
As soon as Zhan Hongyi finished speaking, a red light flew out of his sleeve and went straight to Ye Yang's throat.
Ye Yang had been prepared for it, and his figure flashed, avoiding this fatal blow.
The next moment, he pointed with one hand, and a sword light was unsheathed, with cold light and lightning flashing, and it was in front of Zhan Hongyi in an instant.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the whole hall was frozen like ice.
"Don't blame Ye for being rude!"
Ye Yang's voice was as cold as a knife, and the tip of the sword pointed at Zhan Hongyi, with a fierce momentum.
Zhan Hongyi was not angry, but smiled instead.
"Master Ye is indeed worthy of his reputation, but today, I'm afraid you won't be able to escape unscathed."
Before he finished speaking, Zhan Hongyi's figure flashed, and he moved quickly in the hall like a phantom, leaving a trail of afterimages.
Ye Yang's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he locked onto Zhan Hongyi's movements.
The momentum of the two collided in the hall, as if two invisible storms met in the air.
The guests around had already retreated to the side, fearing that they would be involved in this fight between real masters.
"Do you think this is the end? The means of my Haitian Chamber of Commerce are beyond your imagination!"
A hint of viciousness flashed in Zhan Hongyi's eyes.
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