Xiao Zhenren looked at the Taoist from Wudang Mountain who came from a distance, and then sneered, "Your Majesty really thinks highly of me, and actually traveled thousands of miles to find the Taoist from Wudang Mountain. It's just that Zhang Fengshan didn't come, and a few juniors came here." What can I do?"
He lightly ordered: "Stop those people, don't disturb me and Dean Zhou's discussion."
Taoist Fengming and Taoist Heju, the great priests in red robes, nodded in obedience, and then took a step forward to stop Taoist Wudang Mountain. Behind the two of them, the disciples of Qingle Mountain Yiqi Temple began to form a formation. This is one of the most powerful formations in Qingle Mountain, and it was created by Xiao Zhenren from Zhou Tian Kung Fu when he was young. The twenty-eight disciples moved according to the Zhou Tian Kung Fu method. Once the enemy was trapped, even a ninth-rank master might not be able to retreat safely.
Taoist Heju bowed his hands to the people of Wudang Mountain: "Fellow Taoists of Wudang Mountain, please stay."
Liu Huizheng, who supported the old Taoist, also returned a salute: "This must be Brother Heju from Qingle Mountain, who has been famous for a long time."
Taoist Heju nodded slightly, with a rather arrogant expression: "May I ask you?"
Liu Huizheng replied: "I am Liu Huizheng, a disciple of Master Zhang of Wudang Mountain."
He looked at the old Taoist and said, "This is my little uncle."
Taoist Heju frowned slightly when he heard this sentence, looked at Taoist Fengming and said in a low voice: "There is an unborn one here, what should I do?"
Daoist Fengming is Xiao Zhenren's eldest disciple, and he is the strongest among the four brothers. He glanced at the old Taoist, twitched the corner of his mouth and said: "Master once said that the strong in this world are never judged by seniority. Some people have very high seniority, but they don't necessarily have the same status as him." Matching cultivation base. If you feel uneasy, junior brother, then you come and stop Liu Huizheng, and I will stop that old Taoist."
"Senior Brother Lao."
Taoist Heju ignored Taoist Fengming's agitation at all, said something with a smile, and then took two steps aside. He clasped his fists to Liu Huizheng and said: "Master has something important to discuss with Dean Zhou. It is inconvenient to see guests at this time. Fellow Daoists, please stay and wait until the affairs of Master and Dean Zhou, and then get closer to fellow Daoists."
Liu Huizheng also said politely: "I am also ordered by my master. I have important matters to discuss with Dean Zhou. It is very urgent and there is no delay. If you don't mind, fellow Taoist, can you step aside?"
Taoist Heju shook his head: "You can't give up half a step."
Liu Huizheng said: "Fellow Daoist, you and I are both disciples of the Daoist Ancestor, so it's better to talk about what's going on. If people in the Jianghu know that Qingle Mountain and Wudang Mountain are not in harmony, they will naturally be ridiculed."
"Whoever laughs, kill him."
The vertical eyes on Taoist Heju's forehead slowly opened, and there was a dark red light looming inside.
Liu Huizheng sighed: "Do you have to do it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the trembling old Taoist suddenly cursed: "Where the hell is he so naughty, just beat me if you are so fucking disobedient. I finally understand why the senior brother asked me to come, because he knows his The apprentices have to be so annoying, since they have to fight sooner or later, just fuck them!"
After the old Taoist said this sentence, his body suddenly straightened up as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind. He took a sudden step forward. Although this step was not big, it was like stepping on someone else's heart, which shocked people.
"You want to stop me?"
The old Taoist pointed at Taoist Fengming.
Taoist Fengming's face changed slightly, he opened his mouth and said: "Please think twice, senior, this is..."
Before he finished speaking, the old Taoist suddenly moved: "Just beat it, why are there so many nonsense!"
Taoist Fengming was startled, seeing the old Taoist rushing towards him, he pushed his hands flat on his chest, the red priest's robe suddenly swelled up like a sail full of wind. Two extremely powerful repulsive forces gushed out from his robe sleeves, and blasted towards the old Taoist.
"Too slow!"
There was a low shout from the old Taoist in mid-air, and he was nowhere to be seen when he looked again. The two repulsive forces issued by Taoist Fengming flew out like a mad dragon, but they missed and knocked down a rockery in the distance. The rockery collapsed and smashed into the pool, causing a large splash of water. Gravels flew, and the rockery that was two people tall was blasted to pieces by a single blow.
Taoist Fengming turned pale with shock, and quickly backed away. But when he moved, he suddenly felt the belt around his waist tightened, and when he looked again, he saw that the old Taoist appeared in front of him at some point, grabbed his belt and lifted it up. The tall Taoist Fengming was turned half a circle in mid-air by the old Taoist, and then he stabbed down fiercely.
Bang!
Daoist Feng Ming was poked into the ground by the old Taoist with his head down, and he was buried half a person deep. If Taoist Fengming hadn't sprayed out the newly gathered repulsive force with the key palm facing down, smashing the hard stone slab, I'm afraid his head would be stuck in his stomach at this time no matter how hard it is.
The old Taoist kicked on the half of Taoist Fengming's body left on the ground, and there was another bang, Taoist Fengming flew out like a radish being pulled out of the soil. The dense lines of light on the bright red Taoist robe kept flickering, but it still couldn't dispel the strength of the old Taoist's kick. With a chirping sound, Taoist Fengming's Taoist robe was torn apart in mid-air as if he couldn't bear the pressure, turning into countless crippled butterflies.
Taoist Fengming's body rolled and flew out and bumped into a pillar of a gazebo, breaking the pillar unexpectedly. The pavilion tilted a few times and then slowly fell down, burying him in the dust.
The old Taoist refused to give up, flew over with his feet, and swung his hands in a circle in mid-air, and the bricks, stones and wood buried on Taoist Fengming's body were blown away by the hurricane. After the old Taoist fell down, he lifted Taoist Fengming up from the rubble, looked at the embarrassed face and said with a smile: "When I was fighting with my brother in the rivers and lakes, you little bastard didn't know whose belly you were in?" .Do you think your little Zhou Tian in Qingle Mountain is very powerful? One inhalation and one reprimand recycles the vitality of heaven and earth. If you are facing ordinary people, you will really be intimidated by you, but to me, your gap in running the Zhou Tian is the biggest. Flaws, slow, too fucking slow!"
The old Taoist threw Taoist Fengming in his hand violently, Fengming's body slammed into a big stone like a cannonball, splitting the big stone apart.
The old Taoist followed him like a shadow, and held Fengming in his hand again: "Although your repulsion force is powerful, you need to rely on gravity to draw back your inner strength after you make a move. There must be at least one and a half breaths in between the repel and draw. If your opponent is strong enough, this interval of one and a half breaths is your Achilles' heel!"
After saying this, he threw Taoist Fengming, who was limp and completely powerless to resist, on the ground, and then stepped on it, bending Taoist Fengming's body in half like a shrimp: "I was walking around the world with senior brother When I was a child, I stepped on countless self-righteous guys like you. What the hell did you say that high seniority does not mean high cultivation, have you ever seen what is called high cultivation?"
"Hold!"
The old Taoist stepped on while cursing, and soon, Taoist Fengming's body was trampled into the ground by him.
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That old Taoist, who was like a dead tree, looked as if a breeze could knock him down. There were age spots on his hands and face, and his cloudy eyes were lifeless behind drooping lids. Perhaps because he was too skinny, the Taoist robe fluttered on him like it was on a wooden stick.
But it was such a veteran Taoist who seemed to be killed by time at any time, who was so hot-tempered that it was suffocating.
Taoist Fengming is the eldest disciple of Daoist Xiao, and his cultivation level is still higher than that of Taoist Heju. The reason why Taoist Heju didn't have much fear of Taoist Fengming was because he was born with divine eyes. If he didn't have that vertical eye, he would still be submissive to Feng Ming. But even so, his cultivation is still slightly inferior to Feng Ming's.
The number one priest of Qingle Mountain was abolished by that old Taoist so simply and simply. Taoist Fengming who was buried deep in the soil, even if he had a mighty inner strength to protect his body, would have been disabled even if he could not die at this time.
As the old Taoist said, the repulsion cultivation of Taoist Fengming and Taoist Heju is indeed extremely overbearing. But precisely because it is too domineering and powerful, the slow running speed is the biggest flaw. Every time they make a move, they need to wait for a while before continuing to attack. To put it simply, Xiao Zhoutian of Qingle Mountain concentrated all his internal strength to attack, and his power was naturally extraordinary. But after the attack, Xiao Zhoutian moves and draws back the inner strength by gravity, so that he can continue the second attack. This gap is their biggest weakness.
Taoist Fengming's cultivation was already strong enough, but the old Taoist caught this only weakness and almost tortured him to death. In front of the old Taoist, he was as helpless as a toddler.
Taoist Heju watched Feng Ming being knocked down, his body trembled involuntarily. He stepped back subconsciously, turned his head to search for the master's location. At this moment, he really understood what it means to have someone beyond others. In the past, he always felt that even if his cultivation was not in the top ten in the current world, at least he would not be far behind. But now he has never understood that the difference between ninth-rank masters is sometimes shockingly large.
He retreated to the small Zhoutian formation formed by twenty-eight disciples, and he didn't dare to step out easily.
Liu Huizheng looked at the old Taoist, and sighed helplessly: "Master... the master said that there are evil thoughts in the human heart, like weeds that overwhelm the mind. But sometimes a good word of gold and jade can guide the wicked to be good, and the master said that it can persuade It’s better to persuade and persuade, if you can’t fight, don’t fight.”
The old Taoist curled his lips: "Your master is farting, don't beat him? If you don't beat him, let me come? Teach your disciples that he is full of benevolence and morality. When was he slower than me when he killed people in the Jianghu? Since becoming Wudang Master Shan, he is full of truths."
Liu Huizheng blushed, and said cowardly: "Master, in front of outsiders, it's better not to say these things."
The old Taoist said: "Okay, I won't talk anymore, I'm tired from beating... Then you little bastards will go beating, I have to sit down and take a breath. Damn it, this person can't do it when he's old... I think it was the first time... To deal with this, I can hit ten with one hand."
When he didn't do anything, he turned into that trembling old man who might die at any moment. He walked slowly to a big rock by himself, climbed up several times, and then sat down cross-legged.
"What are you waiting for, fight?"
He pointed at Hejudao and said: "I have already divided my opponents. The one chose me just now, and this one chose you."
Liu Huizheng was stunned for a moment, and said helplessly: "It's not fair, uncle, you are beating one by one. I am beating a group by one, and there are too many of them!"
"Damn it!"
The old Taoist scolded: "Are those disciples of yours brought here for a visit? Why can't you take your disciples with you?"
Liu Huizheng looked back at her apprentices, but still shook her head: "There are so many of them..."
"Brother, count me in!"
At this moment, Xie Fuyao dashed over from a distance: "That is the Xiao Zhou Tian Formation in Qingle Mountain, let us brothers and sisters use Liangyi swordsmanship to learn about this Xiao Zhou Tian Formation for a while!"
When Liu Huizheng saw Xie Fuyao, the corners of her mouth rose slightly: "I thought you had to hide until the end before coming out. Since you've arrived, it should be okay for the two of us to beat them twenty-nine times, right?"
Xie Fuyao stopped beside Liu Huizheng and said with a smile: "Last night, the principal asked us to leave from the back mountain and rush to the Taiji Palace. I thought about how many of us there are, and how many of us are missing, so I rushed back to join in the fun. Fortunately, I came back quickly, I saw my uncle displaying his supernatural power, and I was able to see my uncle's brothers and feet to comfort my life!"
The old Taoist chuckled and said, "It's still my little six who can talk, so I like you."
far away.
Master Xiao has been watching his eldest disciple being tortured to death calmly, without any change in expression. After Feng Ming was stepped into the soil, he couldn't help but softly praised: "Wudang's unique knowledge is indeed extraordinary. This must be Wudang Kangxiu who was famous in the Jianghu for his hot temper many years ago... I can recognize him, But… "
Master Xiao suddenly turned around and looked at Dean Zhou: "But I can't recognize you any more."