Guan Shanyue was somewhat curious about Zhang Dongyuan's words, "What treasure of Qingcheng?"
Zhang Donguyan gave a dry laugh and did not answer, only after a long while did he sigh softly, "It was preserved in the records of our predecessors."
Hearing this, Guan Shanyue couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Your Mount Qingcheng really knows how to adapt."
After a pause, she looked at Feng Jun worriedly, "Master Feng, do you think this monk might play tricks?"
"That's simple," Feng Jun's hand formed a spell, and he pointed forward, "Thunder, come!"
A bolt of lightning struck from nowhere, knocking Yue Yao to the ground and even rolling him down several steps.
Fortunately, the section he walked on was wide and long with a gentle slope; otherwise, he might have been killed.
Feng Tianyang and Elder Guo were watching from a distance; upon witnessing the scene, they couldn't help but whisper in admiration, "Such exquisite mastery of the thunder technique!"
