"If you don't hand it over, the old man will have to take it himself. "The old Confucian is not angry and arrogant

"Stinky old Confucian, very skinny, bullying a junior in the realm of heaven and man, do you want face?" the plain-robed boy who came with Bai Yun sneered.

The old Confucian laughed instead of being angry, and glanced at the plain-robed boy.

The old man let this kid make three moves, only defending and not attacking. After that, the old Confucian stretched out his two fingers and drew a small circle on the two feet around his body with strong internal force, and drew the ground as a prison.

"If this kid can make the old man take half a step back within three moves and fall out of this circle, then the old man will leave immediately, but if the old man is unscathed after three moves and is still safe and sound in this circle, then the old man of the ice soul and the head of your group of dolls will accept it, and you can be regarded as dead and understandable. The old scholar retracted his gaze and said.

I don't know why the aura of the old Confucian made Bai Yun walk on thin ice, he and Long Haotian glanced at each other, Long Haotian nodded slightly with a heavy face, but Bai Yun didn't have much confidence in his heart, so that the old Confucian who was at least in the upper realm could take half a step back.

"Come on, don't waste your time. The old scholar was calm, and his hands were behind his back again.

Bai Yunqing sword in his hand, untied the yellowed white cloth that wrapped the sword body, and the black sword body was fully visible under the moonlight.

The common problem of the literati is the same, if you want to reason, you will be clear and clear, even if you take your life, you must die clearly and happily.

Bai Yun, who had no way out, took a deep breath, held his breath, and gathered his qi in the dantian qi sea, and in an instant, the churning internal force in his body burst out from the pores of his body, and the qi around his body rose.

The green silk flew, and the white clouds suddenly turned into a swift shadow and swept out.

The old Confucian was expressionless, stretched out a hand from behind his back and slowly drew a circle on his chest, and then softly pushed it out, and the qi machine centered on Confucianism cooperated with the mysterious ripples visible to the naked eye, and the wisps moved closer to the front of the old Confucian's palm, forming an invisible wall of qi.

Bang! Bai Yun grabbed the sword and came but was blocked by this tall and thick invisible wall of qi, the old Confucian palm flipped and pressed down gently, and the qi wall was retracted freely, like a huge palm, and the mountains and seas pressed Baiyun into the ground.

The sand and dust are filled, as if Mount Tai is pressing against the top of the waves and crashing on the shore, the white clouds smash heavily into the ground, and suddenly feel the pain in the muscles and bones all over the body, fortunately, there is a great heart sutra and the breeze to protect the body, otherwise a few bones will be broken.

The autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, but the momentum of withering and decaying, the old Confucian raised his hands and feet to dissolve the offensive of the white clouds, compared with the one-eyed eagle who entered the upper realm, who is more powerful and high-level

Bai Yun endured the pain and got up, gasping for air.

"The first move. The old scholar looked down indifferently and said, "Don't be reckless, if you can't stand it, quickly hand over the ice soul." ”

Bai Yun calmed down, suddenly closed his eyes, and the kind face of the gray-clothed old monk came to mind, no matter how incompetent the disciple was, how could the master's relics be easily in the hands of others?

The heart rippled, and the whole body was moved, Suddenly, the white cloud blood and veins stretched their sleeves and swayed in the four fields, and the internal force of the three grades in the body was like a river pouring out, causing the sand and dust to fly.

"Oh?" the old Confucian was slightly surprised: "The Tiancheng realm has enough internal strength for three grades?"

The next moment, the sword intent was great, and the god was like a thunderbolt in the darkness slashing towards the old Ru, the old Ru's eyebrows gathered, and his palms were closed and controlled by the invisible qi wall.

The god slashed down with an axe to open the heavens and the earth, and the qi wall composed of countless qi engines was like a waterfall that flowed straight down to 3,000 feet, crashing into the craggy boulder and suddenly breaking into two.

The old Confucian who was originally confident was taken aback, and he never expected that the Tiancheng realm doll in front of him, who was as weak as an ant, would be able to burst out with such earth-shattering strength.

The old man didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, so he quickly stretched out his palms and tightly clamped the wooden sword that tore through the wall of qi in a flash of lightning.

But then Lao Ru's face suddenly changed greatly, and the sword body of the god was exactly the same as the red-hot iron, making a swishing sound, and the old Ru's palms were burning like fire and the pain was unbearable, and the sweat between the palms was evaporated into a mist and curled up.

"Get up!" exclaimed the old scholar's face with a twisted face.

Immediately, Lao Ru's feet rotated slightly in the circle, and the wooden sword between his palms was violently forced, and Bai Yun was lifted in the air.

"Out!" Old Ru's arms slammed into a big circle, and Bai Yun threw out with a sword.

With a loud bang, the white clouds slammed down on the vegetable garden carefully tended by the owner of the wooden house, and the neat vegetable shed fell apart in an instant, and the vegetables, fruits and greens were uprooted and overwhelmed a large area.

On the edge of the pond, the owner of the wooden house, who had been drinking and eating meat and watching the play, raised his head slightly, glanced at the white clouds that had fallen and eaten, and the vegetable garden that he had worked hard to build, but was smashed to pieces, shook his head helplessly and continued to drink, but he seemed to feel that the small glass alone was not enough to drink, put down the dry wine glass in his hand, lifted the wine jug and drank it with a clatter.

Lao Ru gasped, his palms were red and scorched, and the pain penetrated into his heart and lungs.

"You've got one last trick left. The old man ignored the pain, and his fists creaked.

"If you can't make me take half a step back, then you will all die!" said the old man with a cold glint in his eyes, and said indifferently.

Bai Yun struggled to get up with the support of the gods, and after coughing dryly a few times, he spat out a mouthful of thick blood from his chest.

"If a white and flawless high-quality jade stone, as long as it takes a little effort to carve, it will eventually become a phoenix nirvana. It's a pity to die now, but you can only blame yourself, if you obediently handed over the Ice Soul Old Man just now, you can still give you a way to live. Although his hands were stained with the blood of a few people, he never killed an innocent person, and killed all the dog officials who oppressed the people in the court, and bullied the old and weak pigs and dogs in the bazaar. The old boy said.

"But you are a disciple of the sect, this Jianghu is full of a big dye vat, the so-called famous and decent people are just lackeys called by the imperial court, and the chivalrous and righteous deeds are all bullshit, in order to have a place in the temple, rack your brains and follow the emperor's ass. Young man, although you are only in the realm of Tiancheng now, you can have strange meridians, strong internal strength, and unlimited potential, if he can be guided by a master one day, jump out of the bottleneck, and achieve Taifeng Tiangang, it is very likely that he will be the enemy of my Tianlong Society in the future, so the old man must kill you today. The old scholar said calmly.

Although he had already guessed the identity of the old Confucian, but when the three words of the Tianlong Society were said in the mouth of the old Confucian, Bai Yun still couldn't help but tremble, and he couldn't imagine that the old Confucian in front of him, who was both civil and military, was really a demon of the Tianlong Society, and he panicked at the moment, could it be that the meeting of Muru Temple had leaked the rumors? So did Lin Xueshu and the others also fall into danger?

But the mud boat crossed the river, and Bai Yun had no time to take care of it, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, dragged the gods, and walked towards the old Confucian with a gentle step.

There was an obvious flow of thoughts between the eyebrows of the plain-robed boy, and he seemed to be surprised by the identity of this old Confucian.

"Don't come to bewitch the people, the dragon will do everything to harm the people for its own selfish desires. Bai Yun said angrily, since it is the Heavenly Dragon Society, it can only fight to the death!

The old man's face stiffened.

Bai Yun, who was fighting against the water, adjusted his breath, no longer paid attention to the sophistry of the old Confucian student, and desperately forced out all the internal force in the sea of qi, and injected the internal force into the divine through the meridians.

No accumulation of steps, no thousands of miles, no accumulation of small streams, no rivers and seas, the internal force of the three products of the Tiancheng realm is unreasonable, and the white clouds at this time forcibly forced out the internal force as fast as the tide, and the narrow meridians are simply difficult to withstand such a strong internal force, just like continuing to fill a water bladder full of water, if you are not careful, it will explode.

The qi machine skyrocketed, and the aura emanating from Bai Yun's body was suffocating, and the divine power in his hand was glowing with bloody red light.

"Eight Swords in the Dust!" Bai Yun resisted stubbornly, and said hoarsely.

It was like a thunderclap on the ground.

The sword light all over the sky drifted like snowflakes, like a meteor sweeping its tail and falling into the world!

Whew... In addition to the vicissitudes of life, there was an extra bright red cut on his face, and the old Confucian was like a lake on the shore, standing still.

"Three moves have passed. The old man deceived himself and turned his palm into a claw to choke Bai Yun's neck.

The old Ru increased his strength, as if grabbing a fledgling bird, and slowly picked up the sword boy.

Bai Yun's feet were off the ground, his face was flushed, he gritted his teeth, held the wooden sword in his hand, and stabbed Lao Ru's abdomen.

The old man snorted coldly, and the hand clinging to his robe suddenly raised and snatched the wooden sword, and his sleeves flew dozens of feet away.

Bai Yun's face turned blue and he was still struggling, wanting to break the old man's hand and pinch him, but the seemingly thin and weak hand was infinitely powerful.

"Any last words?" said the old man lightly, his gaze falling on the rosewood beads on the young man's wrist.

"The ice soul is hidden inside?" said the old Confucian named Old Scholar, whose face was full of indescribable hope.

After an instant, the old man stretched out his hand to the wooden bead that hid a shocking secret.

Sizzle... The moment Lao Ru's hand touched the wooden bead, Bai Yun's face suddenly turned from purple and black to ruddy, and a trace of internal force quickly flowed into Bai Yun's body from Lao Ru's wrist.

"This... What kind of demon method is this?" The old man was stunned, but he reached back and found that his palm was stuck by the wooden beads, and he was surprised: "Can you suck away the old man's internal force?"

"If this continues, the old man's internal force has to be absorbed by this kid, no wonder this kid can have the internal force of the three grades in the natural realm, it turns out that he relies on these evil and crooked methods to steal the internal strength of others!"

At the time of the stalemate, a broken fan pierced Lao Ru's back, and the placket of Lao Ru's back was dyed red like splashed ink.

The plain-robed boy immediately pulled out the folding fan, and blood flowed out of the old man's back.

Lao Ru's brows tightened, and he immediately induced the internal force to block the blood veins, stop the blood flow like a spring, his eyes were cold, and he wanted to crush Bai Yun's neck with all his strength, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, his hands did not obey the call, and the internal force in his body was being quickly withdrawn.

The old Confucian sleeves were up and down, the white clouds were thrown out heavily, and the old Confucian quietly turned around and slapped the plain-robed boy who was unprepared for the sneak attack.

Boom! The white clouds slammed into the wall of the wooden house.

The old Confucian palm slapped the face of the plain-robed boy with unmistakable accuracy, but the plain-robed boy was unmoved, and at the critical moment, a purple-clothed figure blocked the face of the plain robe.

The old man was gloomy, and his palm immediately changed direction, and it fell on the woman's shoulder like a wind.

The woman's body was like a spirit snake, and she turned sideways slightly to avoid this palm.

At the same time, the white-clothed sword stabbed at the back of the old man like a meteor.

"What a move!" The old Confucian didn't look back, twisted his waist out of thin air to avoid the swords shining in the cold, and swept his eyes into the distance, the three of the charming Niangcai Lao Liu Zhang Tianzhi had long since disappeared, in fact, the old scholar knew from the beginning that the charming Niangniang and the others were not really here to help the war, but they were afraid that the immortal work of the ice soul would be taken by him, so they came to join in the fun.

The sleeves of the old Confucian shirt swelled, and countless qi machines gathered in the sleeves, like a monstrous turbid wave ready to go.