Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1671 Heavenly Lord bestows treasure and travels through the ancient times
  "Perhaps Yuanshi Tianzun thinks that people who practice body training like heavy weapons?" The system hit the nail on the head.

"Thank you, Master!" Zhang Yan bowed and was picky when giving you treasures. That would be a bit disrespectful.

Besides, he does lack a weapon now. Besides, when he learns to refine weapons, he can refine his natal magic weapon.

You can also give this hammer to Master Huanglong to gain favor with him.

After all, Master Huanglong in the Conferred Gods List is very poor and doesn't even have a decent magic weapon.

"Go!" Yuanshi Tianzun's serious voice contained a rare hint of kindness?
  "Disciple, please leave." Zhang Yan waved his hand and took the treasure into the system space.

……

Zhang Yan looked down at the vast and desolate land with great interest.

Thinking of the two magic weapons given by Yuanshi Tianzun, which are exactly one for offense and one for defense, Zhang Yan felt a little moved.

"He is a good master! He treats each of his disciples as if they were his own children."

"Have you ever thought about Huang Long's feelings?" The system complained silently, "It's just two acquired spiritual treasures, so it bought you off?"

"..." Zhang Yan was silent for a while and said: "Except for Master Huang Long, he really treats all his disciples with heart and soul."

He could see it when he looked at the list of gods.

Yuanshi Tianzun, who plotted against the leader of Tongtian Cult during the Great Tribulation of the Gods, was a little sinister, helpless, and a little shameless, but it was all for his dissatisfied disciples!
  Perhaps Huanglong Zhenren and Tongtian Cult Master are qualified to face him and despise him, but they, the beneficiaries, have no such comment.

"If you have a system, what magic weapon can I need?" Zhang Yan said with a smile, "What I care about is not the two acquired spiritual treasures, but his thoughts."

"As the saying goes, once a teacher, always a father. Since he is willing to love me as his own son, I am also willing to respect him as a father." Zhang Yan, who was an orphan in his past life and this present, cherishes this relationship very much.

The system is silent.

"The three sects of red flowers, white lotus roots, and green lotus leaves are originally from the same family." Zhang Yan sighed, "It must be very sad for him to have such trouble with the leader of Tongtian!"

But Zhang Yan had no choice. This was no longer a pure brotherhood, but a struggle for interests. It is imperative that the heaven is empty and the gods can be enshrined. If it is not to cut off the teachings, it can only be to explain the teachings.

But which one of the twelve golden immortals was not carefully trained by Yuanshi Tianzun?

Since I don’t want to die as a poor Taoist, I can only die as a fellow Taoist.

What is even more distressing is that Twelve died today.

The most distressing thing is that in the end, Yuanshi Tianzun did not get any benefits and directly became the polished commander.

On the contrary, those two Western bald donkeys reaped the benefits.

"Sad!" Zhang Yan sighed. He didn't want to be a bald donkey, nor did he want to be stuck on the list of gods.

I don’t want any of the Twelve Golden Immortals to be on the list of gods.

After all, compared to the Jiejiao that Wangxian came to court, they only had such a small number of disciples who explained the religion. Which one of them was not the lifeblood of Yuanshi Tianzun?

The exercises are tailor-made, and the magic weapons are armed to the teeth.

It's a pity that the Twelve Golden Immortals didn't live up to expectations, so they were defeated by Jie Jiao's disciples.

Yuanshi Tianzun must be very depressed, right?

"Except Master Huang Long!" The system suddenly broke the atmosphere. It thought that Zhang Yan would not be so sad.

"It's still a long time before the Battle of the Gods! We can always find a way!" the system comforted dryly.

"Hopefully!" Zhang Yan looked into the distance with melancholy.

If possible, he wouldn't want to teach everyone to be on the list of gods.

(End of this chapter)