The old Taoist priest looked at the master and sneered slightly: "How do you want to die?"

Killing the master may be extremely difficult for Xu Baichuan and them to complete, or even impossible to complete, but for the old Taoist, it is really nothing, even if the master himself comes, it is feasible to seriously injure him, and he even fought against the saint for a while, although he did not survive three moves in the hands of the saint, but it is enough to be proud, in comparison, the character of the master cannot enter his eyes at all.

As one of the people in power in the Confucian Academy, the ordinary monks were all respectful to him, although the thoughts in his heart were not so, but his face had to surrender, after all, he was used to being superior.

After becoming a great monk, no one had ever told him that, and to open his mouth and shut up was to let him die.

Scholars also have tempers.

The master snorted coldly: "Then how do you want to die?"

The old Taoist priest was slightly surprised, he was familiar with what the master said, and many scholars had said this to him in the past, but in the end, all of them were folded in his hands, either he died, or his body cultivation realm was all scattered, even if there was a teacher and Mr. to seek revenge, he was also beaten down by him, and all the people who came to seek revenge were cold, and he still lived well, not by anything else, just by virtue of his realm, he was only one step away from stepping into the sky and jumping into the clouds to become the saint who was high above.

He's a Jade Gate monk!

Although the main body is locked in Yizhuang, it is not that this little scholar can arrange his death at will.

Master, it's really not enough to see.

The old Taoist priest stretched out a hand and pointed it into a sword, and then raised it high.

Almost instantly, the snowflakes in the sky stopped falling, and instead gave birth to thick dark clouds, and the sound of thunder echoed through the electric snake, and it was still expanding, and it didn't take long to cover the entire mountain and river pass.

Shanhe Pass, there is a young Taoist priest at the hexagram stall in the west of the city, looking at this thick dark cloud, feeling that it is not right, according to his calculations, it should be heavy snow at this time, and the first thunder should be in the spring rain season, so early to give birth, and the time is not in line with the day.

Looking up at the dark clouds for a moment, the knuckles in his hands kept pinching, and soon fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and finally he spit out a mouthful of blood, which immediately frightened the guests who watched the hexagram before his hexagram stall, and he didn't care about this, and muttered to himself: "This is the Five Thunder Righteous Method, and there are real people from the Daomen to cast the spell...... How rare, no, the trail has to be seen. ”

So he didn't even clean up the hexagram stall, didn't greet everyone, and ran straight to the academy, his face full of excitement.

In fact, it's not just him, there are many monks hidden in the mountains and rivers, these monks who are not orthodox in cultivation and are barely counted as mountain and wild cultivators, all of them looked at the dark clouds in the sky at this time, and they were all frightened, for fear that the dense thunder snake would slash at him, and he would turn into ashes from then on.

A familiar monk saw the young Taoist priest running over, and he wanted to remind him, but he was quickly stopped.

"Let him go, after all, it's the great monk who makes a move, but he won't care about us little miscellaneous fish, you look at the thunder in the sky, if you fall at will, you will have to die, the cultivation realm is not enough, or don't move forward, life is important." ”

The monk thought about it, felt reasonable, and stopped talking, and continued to look at the dark clouds in the sky.

......

The old Taoist priest stepped out, his body floated into the air, and under the background of thunder and lightning behind him, he was particularly majestic.

The master looked at this scene, and felt inexplicably familiar in his heart, many Taoist priests of Leifa would know, but there were not many who could use it to this extent, and there was only one person who could make him feel familiar, the Taoist priest who almost hit the Confucian Academy.

Thinking of this, the pride that had just been born in his heart suddenly disappeared, leaving only a boundless sense of fear, if it was an ordinary monk, although he was higher than him, he also dared to fight a few times, after all, the magic weapon was in his hands, and the realm was not so important, but this was a famous person at that time, suppressing many scholars who could not raise their heads, and even killed half of the Confucian monks at that time, he was not the top in Confucianism, and there were several Confucian monks on his head, but those Confucian monks couldn't beat the old Taoist, so he didn't need to talk about it.

The master came to his senses, and he didn't think about how to defeat the old Taoist, but thought about how to protect this doppelganger, with the legend of the old Taoist priest in the past, it is not a problem to trace the origin with the doppelganger, if the doppelganger is killed, the body is also hit by the old Taoist, and the monks in the Confucian school are not good people, usually the Tao Te Ching is in the mouth, but if you really meet this opportunity, it is bound to hurt your hands, and there are no less than ten people who are worried about his position, once seriously injured, the consequences are unimaginable.

Now the master has a little remorse in his heart, and he wants to blame Feng Ning, if he doesn't fight with those two sword cultivators, he won't show up, and the clone won't be in such a crisis, but the matter has come to this point, and it's useless to think more.

Now it's the right thing to dodge.

Xie Qinghuan walked to Xu Baichuan's side and sighed: "I didn't expect you to have such an identity background, if my family can have such a cultivation, then what kind of sword do you practice." ”

Xu Baichuan smiled: "Although the adult is good, the cultivation is extremely high, but after all, this is the adult's own cultivation, and it has nothing to do with you and me, besides, since you have now held the sword, you don't have to think about other things, although these spells are good, they are just a sword, you see how Feng Ning was in life, there are endless spells and spells, but he is not stabbed to death by a sword, rather than thinking about so many and not, it is better to practice the sword is the right way." ”

Sword cultivation is an alternative among the monks, and the rest of the monks have more or less a magic weapon in their hands, and no matter how bad they are, they will have a few spells, but the sword cultivation has only one sword from beginning to end, and there is nothing else, and even the sword in his hand does not need to be too mysterious, just need to communicate with the sword master.

Xie Qinghuan nodded, laughing at himself: "But I am still a sword cultivator from the Sword Sect, and I want to be a Taoist monk, no wonder my sword is slower than yours, and my killing power is not as good as yours. ”

Xu Baichuan was silent, just looked up at the old Taoist priest floating in the sky, thinking in his heart when he could reach this realm, and when the time came, what kind of situation would it be when a sword was handed out?

The old Taoist priest seemed to sense Xu Baichuan's thoughts, pulled a thunderbolt and played with it in his hand, and said casually: "You, your heart is not bad, as long as you don't bend halfway, it won't take long to become a famous sword cultivator in the world, at most a hundred years, it's nothing." ”

After saying this, he didn't care about Xu Baichuan, looked down at the master, and threw down the thunder and lightning that was kneaded into a round ball in his hand, which was like an introduction, and suddenly the thunder snake born from the dark clouds was crazy and surging, and fell to the master with the ball.

The master knew the power of thunder and lightning, so he didn't keep his hand, the book brush was bright, and he wrote a splendid article, which spread to the ground and turned into an ink-colored barrier around him.

The old Taoist priest looked at all this, and the mockery on his face was even heavier, if he wanted to keep people here, no one could leave, no matter what means he used, it was all in vain.

The next moment, the thunder and lightning slashed on the barrier, directly shattering it, if it weren't for the book to protect the body, the master would have been killed by the thunder and lightning a long time ago, but despite this, he was still seriously injured.

Looking at the master who was still breathing, the old Taoist priest frowned and sneered: "You scholars are really turtle shells, no wonder, there are not a few people who want you to die, if you don't have a body, I'm afraid you will die a long time ago." ”

After saying that, he waved his sleeves.

The thunderclouds in the sky suddenly gathered together, and all of them piled up in the sky above the courtyard, clearly daytime, but like night.

The thunder snake fused and turned into a thunder dragon, roaring in the sky, sonic shock to the mountains and rivers, and then swallowed it to the master, and in his disbelief, he forcibly annihilated it.

Then, the dark clouds cleared.

The Brontosaurus vanished.

Only one brush remains.

The old Taoist priest waved his hand to take the brush, but he didn't look at it, and threw it directly to Xu Baichuan.

Xu Baichuan took the brush and was slightly stunned, he had seen a lot of brushes, almost every Confucian monk he met had a brush in his hand, and even one in his package was obtained from Yunzhen.

There is no excuse, he has seen and experienced the efficacy of this brush, although he is useless to him in sword cultivation, but there is no harm in keeping it.

The old Taoist priest fell to the ground and said with a smile: "There is only so much I can help you, and then you have to go on your own, if you meet a monk who can't be beaten in the future, you don't need to care too much about your face, just run away, stay in the green mountains, and you won't be afraid of no firewood." ”

Xu Baichuan smiled and said a word.

The old Taoist priest smiled and turned into a wooden sign again.

fell into Xu Baichuan's arms.

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Confucian Academy, a school under the mountain, the master who was learning for a childish child suddenly turned pale, and then spit out a mouthful of blood, just when he was stunned, a dragon groan suddenly came out of the dark, bypassing the school's prohibitions, and turned into a thunderbolt on him out of thin air.

When this thunder and lightning was born, many Confucian monks sensed it, so they put their minds on the master, and when they saw the thunder and lightning, their complexions changed greatly.

I didn't care about hiding and watching a good show on the side, and I showed my body one after another, and this little-known mountain school was suddenly surrounded by many monks.

An old scholar with a white beard, looking at the remnants of thunder and lightning in the air, couldn't help frowning, and finally sighed: "It was that bull-nosed old man who made a move, wasn't he sealed in Yizhuang, could it be that you provoked him again?"

No one dared to speak out, the legend created by the old Taoist priest is still spreading, and the monks present have relatives and friends who have been beaten by him, and in the Confucian Academy, the old Taoist priest is a taboo.

Seeing that everyone did not speak, the old scholar casually stretched out his hand and pointed at someone.

"Yu Guanlan, you have been to Yunshan recently, you can tell me. ”

A figure walked out of the monks, it was Yu Guanlan.

Yu Guanlan bowed and replied seriously: "Mr. Yu, I don't know, the only thing I see in Yunshan is a little sword cultivator." ”

"Little Sword Cultivator?"

"Yes. ”

The old pedant's brows furrowed even deeper: "What's his name?"

Yu Guanlan calmly said: "Xu Baichuan." ”