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  The gaze of Yan Zhao Ge swept across them, and all the disciples of Ri Zhong Sheng Zong were shocked, and then came back to their senses.

  Yanzhao Ge stood still, with another short bamboo branch in his right hand, the other end tapping gently on the palm of his left hand.

  Those Taichu Shengzong disciples gathered together, staring at Yan Zhao Ge: "You..."

  "I'm not interested in bullying the weak, but on one condition: some people should not look for trouble themselves." Yan Zhao Ge said calmly: "I'm a very magnanimous person and most of the time I don't hold grudges. So, if there's any problem, I like to solve it on the spot."

  The faces of all the Taichu Shengzong disciples turned slightly pale, and they opened their mouths, but couldn't make a sound.

  The Yan Zhao singer waved his hand, and many precious weapons flew again, falling in front of Si Kongqing, Ye Jing and others once more.

  Witnessing this scene, the eight Mahayana Saint Son disciples subconsciously tightened their grip on the low-grade treasure swords in their hands.

  Yanzhao Ge said nonchalantly: "I'm not like Chong Yuandragon, eight pieces of inferior treasure weapons, I really haven't taken a liking to them, but some other things..."

  As he spoke, Yan Zhao's gaze fell upon a young Taiyi Holy Sect disciple, whose eyes suddenly flickered.

  His face struggled, seemingly wanting to directly pinch the little cat in his hand to death, but was forced by Yan Zhao Ge's momentum and ultimately didn't dare.

  Yanzhao Ge glanced at him and smiled, his left hand grasping at the air.

  The Gu spirit cat suddenly broke free from the young man's hand, and he only felt his fingers go limp, unable to exert any strength. It was not just that he couldn't crush the small cat to death, but even moving his fingers was difficult.

  The small and agile Guangling cat felt no abnormality at all, flew over in the air, and was caught by Yan Zhao Ge.

  The cat's wound on the neck had stopped bleeding, and with a flick of her sleeve, the cat fell into the hands of her fellow disciple from the same school.

  The girl held the Light Spirit Cat, feeling both delighted and heartbroken.

  "Bang!"

  A crisp sound, Yan Zhao Ge's right hand held a bamboo branch, directly sending the young man who had just caught the Ling cat flying out.

  "That luminous cat, my junior sister raised it, the thing from Guangmou Mountain." Yan Zhao Ge pinched both ends of the bamboo branch with her hands, the emerald green and fresh bamboo branch slightly curved in front of her: "I said this."

  "Is there a problem?"

  Everyone in the Dari Shengzong congregation lowered their heads slightly and remained silent.

  Yanzhao Song said indifferently: "I know you're not convinced, Chongyuan Long can't beat me, you can't beat me, it doesn't mean that the warriors of the Taiyi Holy Sect can't beat me."

  "But at least, here and now, you have no choice but to obey."

  Pride goes before a fall, those who have not experienced many setbacks tend to go to extremes. The descendants of the great saint were thoroughly defeated by Yan Zhao Ge at this moment, their eyes dim and helpless.

  The singer from Yan and Zhao pointed at the bamboo in the distance: "This is the central area of the whirlpool, it's not a place for you to stay, take Xuan Yuanlong and get out."

  The disciples of Taiyi Holy Sect, although their morale and arrogance had been dampened, upon hearing this, also glared at Yan Zhao Ge with anger.

  "This whirlpool central area is so big, why can't we stay?"

  "Master Chuang is unconscious and has arrived at a place with thick killing intent and dark fog. He may not be able to withstand it!"

  "Yan Shixiong, you're being a bit too much with Guang Cheng Mountain, aren't you? Do you really think our Mahayana Holy Sect is easy to bully?"

  He was one of the many disciples of Guangshan Mountain, and after hearing Yan Zhao Ge's words, he also felt somewhat unexpected.

  The Zhenlongquan is a rare and tranquil spot in the midst of turbulent waters, with a vast area that allows both factions to coexist without seeing each other.

  Yanzhao Song directly knocked Xuan Yuanlong unconscious, and also beat up other Taiyi Holy Cult disciples until they were covered in blood. These could still be considered the results of young disciples engaging in a friendly exchange of blows.

  But directly expelling Xiong Yuanlong and others from the central area of the whirlpool was indeed a bit too arrogant.

  To put it bluntly, although many people in Guang Cheng Shan are unwilling to admit it, their own sect is still slightly weaker than the Tai Ri Holy Sect.

  Yanzhao Song, however, seemed nonchalant, his right hand tapping the bamboo branch rhythmically on the palm of his left hand, his eyes fixed on the faces of the people in front of him, with a hint of undisguised mockery.

  Xuan Yuan Long fell into a coma. The leader of the Taiyi Holy Sect disciples, who were left behind, took a deep breath and whispered to his fellow sect members: "Let's not take advantage of this situation, let's leave!"

  Unlike when facing Si Kongqing and Ye Jing, they didn't even utter a harsh word. When facing Yan Zhao Ge, all the Taiyi Holy Sect disciples fell silent, hung their heads in shame, split into several groups, lifted up Chuang Yuandong, and retreated to the distance in disarray.

  But everyone knows they won't give up easily and will bring reinforcements later, inevitably returning with a vengeance.

  Someone watching the departing figures of the Dajisangong crowd lowered their voice and said, "Otherwise, we might as well keep them here thoroughly to avoid future troubles. After all, this is the Town Dragon Abyss..."

  The others heard this and were all shocked.

  Yanzhao Ge didn't say a word, and at this moment, Ah Hu's tall figure appeared beside him, rummaging through his ears, snapping his fingers: "Little guy is quite ruthless, I think highly of you."

  "But will our young master be afraid of them reporting and seeking help?"

  The younger brother was silent and didn't speak, while others all clicked their tongues.

  Having an awesome dad is just so reassuring...

  Ah Hu said with a sudden burst of excitement, his mouth slightly unrestrained, and chuckled: "Actually, the real reason is that our young master seems to be in a pretty good mood today."

  "When he's in a bad mood, he'll take it out on others. I reckon he really did bury Chong Yuandong and those few kids together here."

  Everyone wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, and at this time, the sound of Yan Zhao's song echoed in Ah Hu's ear: "Ah Hu, I've deducted your monthly allowance."

  "Ah Hu's eyes widened: 'Young master, don't!' "

  "Just as you said, when I'm in a bad mood, your family's young master will take it out on others."

  "Heavens! Young master, you are forever wise and powerful, high above, magnanimous and generous, with benevolence in your heart..."

  Without mentioning Ah Hu's repeated pleas for mercy, the crowd on Mount Guang was worried about the future changes of the Great Sun Sacred Sect, but more people were excited and joyful. The gaze towards Yan Zhao Ge was filled with envy and admiration.

  With a flick of his wrist and a snap of his fingers, he defeated the crippled Zhong Yu Long with ease.

  Hongyuan Long is not an ordinary inner alchemy master, but a direct descendant of the Mahayana Holy Sect, a leader among his peers, and a leader among martial artists of the same realm. In the entire Eight Extremes Great World, he is a well-known rising star.

  Among the boundary warriors, who dares to say that they can easily defeat Chongyuan Long like this?

  There were some disciples who had been in the sect for a longer time, looking at Yan Zhao Ge with doubt and admiration: "I didn't realize that Brother Yan was so strong before, could it be that he has been holding back all along?"

  "Cough, demeanor, demeanor, must maintain a high-handed demeanor, must have style!" Yan Zhao Ge reminded himself in his heart, while unapologetically taking in the admiring and even worshipful gazes of the crowd.

  Although the Green Dragon in the Sleeve was the original master's ultimate technique, if it hadn't been improved by Yan Zhao Ge and evolved into an even stronger form, it wouldn't have achieved such brilliant results.

  After incorporating the sword intent of Taiji Yunlong Sword into the sleeve-style Qinglong Sword, it suddenly underwent a transformation of rebirth.

  As for using bamboo branches as weapons, it's naturally under the premise of not being too exaggerated, and pursuing a cool effect.

  But it seems like I'm the only one left to pretend now...

  "Not bad, keep up the good work." Yan Zhao Ge nodded in satisfaction.

  "A fellow disciple hesitantly asked, 'Elder Yan, since we can't completely eliminate those people from the Great Sun Sacred Sect, why must you go so far as to tear your face and drive them out...'"

  Yanzhao Ge said carelessly: "Because I'm in a good mood."

  The other party was speechless and tongue-tied, unable to respond for a moment.

  Yanzhao song smiled and didn't say much, snapped his fingers, Ahu saw the situation and immediately placed the hard-won inner crystal furnace at the edge of the central area of the whirlpool.

  As Ah Hu said, Yan Zhao Ge's mood was indeed very good today. He gently patted the inner crystal furnace with his palm and looked at the deep valley in front of him: "The gathering place of the nine calamities that I have been searching for a long time has finally been found, and it was not obtained without effort."