There has never been a person with a weak background who can defeat a strong background in the front, and if you find that a person with a weak background has defeated a strong background, it must be that he has a strong background behind him, and can be on par with his opponent, or weaker, or stronger.

Whether it is a game within the clan or hegemony outside the clan, Tong Bolin has always tried and failed.

What kind of powerful background can Dao Mu have, it is nothing more than Funiutang, nothing more than Funiutang Shaodong Cowherd.

"Dao Mu has no restraint to squander the source of pastoral power, but there is no discomfort, you don't feel paradoxical!" Tong Bolin's momentum did not decrease, and his arrogance increased. The five-clawed golden dragon around the body is lifelike, the fairy light is blazing, the mist ripples half the sky, half the cloud and half the fog, and it is full of colors.

Tong Bolin waved his sleeves with his left hand, carried it behind his back, and pointed his right index finger directly at Dao Mu, "A double cultivator of the sword and herding can force me like this without any pastoral skills, you don't think it's paradoxical!"

Speaking of excitement, his right hand waved his sleeve and carried it behind his back, his eyes shining brilliantly, "Where are you the evil demon disguise?" The corners of his mouth raised slightly, he raised his arrogant head, and looked at Dao Mu, "You are afraid of my Tong family, and you dare not be strong and domineering." Or are you afraid that you will move too much and show your feet?"

"Things are far less complicated than you think...... "Dao Mu's momentum has not been restrained, he is not impatient, and he perfectly reveals the qualities that a high-level shepherd should have, "Xiaodao's refusal to weave the sky fairy is not because the Weaving Immortal Palace is poor. And if you mess around like this, it will only be bad for you. ”

Dao Mu let go of his encircled hands, and hung the sword on his waist with his left hand, "Don't think of everyone present as fools, and never underestimate any little person." "Lame off, if you are idle, walk slowly towards the middle of Wutai, "It is said that Xiaodao has a perverse personality, but you are not even as good as Xiaodao." ”

"It is said that the Barberry Holy Land gathers three sects and nine streams, and does not revise the sect and Taoism system, all of them are side doors. Which side door are you, which left way?" Tong Bolin also stepped forward, his momentum soaring, and he climbed to the top step by step, "Suspected monk of the double cultivation of the sword and the sword, I expect you to use all your strength to defeat me in one fell swoop! Don't lose face to Funiu Hall and lose the last dignity of Mujian Mountain." ”

Liang Qiyun saw that Tong Bolin did not listen to persuasion, and confronted Dao Mu-for-tat, she was very angry and clenched her hands into fists, and let go in an instant, "If Tong Bolin is defeated, he will never be allowed to worship in the Weaving Immortal Palace! If Dao Mu is defeated, he will never be allowed to worship in Zhu Zhishan!"

Liang Qiyun's words were very ingenious, separating the Weaving Immortal Palace from Zhu Zhishan. Hearing this, Liang Guangsheng couldn't help but turn around and cast an approving smile at Liang Qiyun.

"Tong Bolin!" Tong Zheng and the other Tong family ancestors all stood up, "You don't have to make mistakes!"

At this moment, the Tong family does not distinguish factions, but only cares about the common core interests of the Tong family. The Weaving Sky Fairy is worried that she has no chance to dominate Zhu Zhishan and clamp down on the famous faction of the Weaving Immortal Palace.

What impact can a small Taoist priest have on Zhuzhishan?

Moreover, Dao Mu made a mistake and did not want to worship under the Weaving Sky Fairy, not to mention offending the Weaving Immortal Palace, but also worshiped under Liang Guangsheng, and brought about his own destruction.

Regardless of the ulterior motives of the herd, the Dao Mu is an inferior horse, and Tong Bolin, a superior horse, should not be allowed to collide.

"I have no regrets!" Tong Bolin is a young man who grew up under the greenhouse after all.

Seeing this, Liang Guangsheng smiled and shouted loudly, "Dao Mu, if you unilaterally admit defeat, this immortal can still accept you into my Yunyan Mountain!"

Liang Qiyun raised her eyebrows, her cherry red lips opened slightly, but after she met Liang Guangsheng's deep gaze, she swallowed the words again.

"Lord Liangshan said a lot of jokes, the kid will defeat him!" Dao Mu didn't look back, raised his left hand, and waved to Liang Guangsheng with his back to him, "If Xiaodao doesn't have any ability, he will help you fight the elves and beasts, whip and graze, help you pick up dung and mix dung, plow and weed!"

"Girl!" Liang Guangsheng was secretly shocked and scolded Lu Ting in a low voice, "You can tell him our plan clearly!"

"I didn't talk about it!" Lu Ting blinked her innocent eyes, "Could it be that he had planned to do so a long time ago, otherwise how could he insist on worshipping your disciples?"

"Wow!" Liang Guangsheng suddenly realized, Lu Ting really made sense, "Mujian Mountain has this kind of person?"

Lu Ting's senses were keen, and she could hear Liang Guangsheng's soft muttering, "Uncle, do you recognize Mu Jianshan?" and approached Liang Guangsheng excitedly, "Uncle, tell me about it!"

Liang Guangsheng pointed to Wutai in the distance, "Let's fight!"

Lu Ting suddenly turned around, and saw a "buzzing" cry of the isolation enchantment, which disappeared like a tidal tide.

Tong Bolin was too lazy to talk nonsense, pinched the sword finger in his right hand, and pointed at the mouth of the Dao Mu's heart, the five-clawed golden dragon disappeared, and the next moment pierced the mouth of the Dao Mu's heart. The momentum of the golden light did not decrease, and he turned his head suddenly, Tong Bolin grabbed the void in his right hand, and the scale sword was in his hand, and reflexively swung out a wave of golden light.

The golden light crushed Daomu's phantom body, and the deity actually appeared in the same place just now, opening a bag and throwing all the vines into the sky.

"Ten thousand zhang running vines!" Dao Mu raised his hand to the sky and applauded three times, the first time the wind rose, the second time the light shone, and the third time the vine was born.

Shhhh

Tong Bolin was slightly surprised, it seemed that the Taoist pastor was undoubtedly a pastor. He looked at the vines that covered the sky and sneered.

Tong Bolin let the vines bind his body, and arrogantly looked at the Dao Mu suspended in the air, "Use the source of pastoral power to awaken the vine seed, you are really an immortal talent!"

Dao Mu's middle finger in his right hand was a little empty, with an indifferent and world-weary expression, but he made such a frivolous behavior, "An immortal talent who is not born in the world, Xiaodao really doesn't dare to be, and he is just a shame to be better than you." ”

When had Tong Bolin been humiliated like this, his anger erupted with the sword, and the golden light crushed the vines. The golden light rippled unabated, twisting the vines in the ten zhang range around Tong Bolin's body, and a green and bitter taste spread.

Tong Bolin was shocked, how could he destroy the range of ten zhang, in his imagination, at least strangle most of the vines on the martial platform.

During Tong Bolin's loss of consciousness, Dao Mu had already recited a mantra and twisted a decision, beating the heavens with his left hand and pressing the seal to the ground with his right hand.

"Thousands of vine hands!" vines are like octopus tentacles, like hundreds of millions of green snakes entangled, weaving into a giant hand of three feet at a very fast speed.

How could Tong Bolin sit still and wait to die, swinging his sword into the air, the human sword was one, turning into a golden light, and he wanted to get close to him. The rattan hands are like electric switches, not to stop Tong Bolin, but to slap Tong Bolin.

Tong Bolin smiled coldly, and the vines also wanted to stop his sword blade, and he rushed straight forward without fear.

In an instant, he pierced through ten rattan hands, but Tong Bolin's sharpness was greatly reduced, and before he could replenish it, the eleventh vine hand slapped it head-on.

The vine hand was as fast as lightning, and the strength was like a mountain, and Tong Bolin was slapped to the ground.