After all, Xiao Yi has a foundation in Taoism, and after a while, he has already adapted to the high-platform environment, but because the Dao method prepared is not his own words, he is extremely careful to talk about it, lest he exceed the rules, so although the results are better than those of Wu and Lu, the overall effect is average.

However, Xiao Yi didn't take it to heart, and when he finished speaking, his heart was relaxed for a while, and the straight road finally completed the task. Unexpectedly, when he was about to leave the high platform, he suddenly heard a person shouting: "It seems that this is the Kui Yuan of the Dao Conference, and the Dao Law is really extraordinary, but I don't know how to do it." ”

This voice was deliberately prompted by the true anger of the inner family, and it was widely spread throughout the audience, and everyone heard it clearly. Suddenly, the audience was in an uproar, and they all went to the prestige.

Xiao Yi's eyes widened on the high platform, and he had seen a Confucian disciple come out of the crowd, standing in front of everyone, and looking at him coldly.

Xiao Yi said in his heart: "Confucianism is really in the afterlife. "Busy looking at the place where the host is. Sure enough, Changdan Zhenren stood up angrily and shouted: "This is the Tao, this Confucian brother wants to test his skills, and he can go on stage after the competition starts." ”

The Confucian disciple laughed and said, "It turned out that he was a teacher who could only speak, and he also bragged about the way of Kunpeng, which is really funny." The disciples who followed laughed along.

The believers who listened to the sermon did not know the inside story, thinking that all the Taoists would soar through the clouds and mist, and compete like immortals. At this time, I realized that these few people could only speak, but they were putting on a show, which caused a commotion.

The Confucian scholar who was the leader slowed down for a moment, first stopped the laughter of the disciples, and then got up and hugged his fists and said: "Ran has no way to discipline him, so that you real people can laugh, it is rude." When he said this, Changdan Zhenren was angry and couldn't say it, and it was really powerful.

Xiao Yi knew that this was a Confucian deliberate demolition of the Taoist platform in front of thousands of believers, and his mind was beyond his ability to bear anyway, and he was about to wait for an opportunity to retreat, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Lin Yuehe looking at this side coldly, not knowing what to think. It's good not to look at this glance, and at a glance, Deng Shi aroused a competitive heart, so he said loudly: "Xiaodao has been obsessed with Taoism all his life, and he has no time to practice Taoism, but he often has to drive away some mosquitoes and flies on weekdays, and he has unconsciously practiced a set of fly repellent techniques. ”

Confucian people pay the most attention to the image, and Xiao Yi is ridiculed as a mosquito and fly, and he is furious. The Confucian disciple had just sat down, and when he heard this, he jumped up again, and said angrily, "Little Taoist, do you want to fight?"

Xiao Yi smiled coldly, but said to the thousands of believers in the audience: "We often see mosquitoes and flies being killed after biting people, when have we ever seen mosquitoes and flies hit people in turn?"

The Confucian disciple was so angry that he kicked his feet on the table and immediately jumped towards the high platform.

At this time, Xiao Yi's voice came from Changdan Zhenren's mind, and asked, "Boy, don't you want to come nonsense, do you have the real ability to beat him?" Xiao Yi was confident that the melee attack method of the past few days had been effective, so he nodded at him. When Changdan Zhenren saw this, he was silent and did not stop him. And the Confucian scholar came even more prepared, eager for Xiao Yi to face the battle, but he said strangely in his heart: "I heard that these Taoist disciples have not learned Taoism, why does this little Taoist still dare to fight?

The Confucian disciple was about twenty years old, and he was already very sophisticated, and after taking the stage, he immediately regained his composure, and said thoughtfully: "Confucian Nangong clan Xiaoli, please teach Taoist magic." ”

Xiao Yi couldn't get used to this kind of respectful person, but he could feel that this person was not easy to deal with because of his successive changes, so he coldly bowed his hand and saluted: "Taoist Xiao Yi." ”

Nangong Xiaoli said again: "Please ask for the Tao number." ”

Xiao Yi smiled and said, "Xiaodao has just entered the Tao for a few months, and he has not yet taken the road number. ”

Xiao Yi said the truth, but Nangong Xiao Yi thought that Xiao Yi was deliberately concealing it, and couldn't help but say angrily: "I don't even dare to say the road number, because I am afraid of losing my master's face." ”

Xiao Yi shook his head and said: "No, the method of repelling flies practiced by Xiaodao is his own original, and there is no master, but Brother Nangong thinks too much." ”

Nangong Xiaoli heard Xiao Yi insult him with the technique of repelling flies again, and his anger was even stronger, and he said "yes", and said: "I want to see what the little Taoist priest is capable of only taking advantage of his tongue." As he spoke, he drew his sword in his hand and said angrily: "Light up your weapon." ”

The hilt of the Confucian long sword is tied with a long spike, which is very beautiful. Xiao Yi looked at this sword spike, he always felt that he had seen it somewhere, and he didn't have time to think about it for a while, but he smiled in his mouth: "This spike is indeed good-looking, if you lose, can you lose the spike to me and let me tie it to my weapon." ”

Nangong Xiaoli was furious and said, "You win, whatever you want." I'm afraid you don't have that ability. The weapon is not yet revealed. ”

Xiao Yi said: "A word is a certainty. Then he took out a foot-long stick from his bosom, which he had undoubtedly used for many days to practice his melee technique.

It is not uncommon for the factions in Kyushu to use Qimen weapons. It's just a person who uses a wooden stick as a weapon, Nangong Xiaoli hasn't heard of it, and looking at that wooden stick, no matter how you look at it, you can't see anything special. Moreover, there are some wooden thorns on the wooden stick, and the workmanship is very rough, obviously just an ordinary wooden stick. Nangong Xiaoli pointed to the wooden stick and asked, "Are you really ready to fight with wood?"

Xiao Yi pretended to be indifferent and said: "This section of wooden sticks is enough." ”

When he boarded, Nangong Xiaoli was furious and said, "Good boy, look at the move." With a move, Jiaolong explored the sea, and the long sword immediately came out of his hand and stabbed at Xiao Yi.

After all, Xiao Yi was fighting against people for the first time, so he was inevitably panicked, and when he saw the long sword attacking, he hurriedly stepped back three steps, and his momentum was weak, but he also narrowly avoided this sword.

Nangong Xiaoli saw that his steps were scattered and unorganized when he regressed, and he said coldly in his heart: "I really haven't practiced kung fu, I will teach you a good lesson today, and see if you dare to speak fast in the future." But seeing that he took three steps forward, his right hand was weakly grasped, and the thorn turned into a sharpening, and the long sword immediately turned and slashed towards Xiao Yi's chest. It is the Confucian sword technique that Confucianism excels at.

Xiao Yi didn't expect his move to change so quickly, and he hurriedly took a step back, which could be avoided. Nangong Xiaoli took a step further, and then put his hand up and turned it into a chop. The power of the long sword immediately increased greatly, and it slashed at Xiao Yi's head. At this time, Xiao Yi took a deep breath, adjusted his body, stared at Nangong Xiaoli tightly, and only looked at the long sword above his head with his peripheral vision, stalemate for a moment, and still took a step back.

Nangong Xiaoli attacked three moves in a row, and Xiao Yi retreated five steps. Nangong Xiaoli's sword is like a dragon, and it has surrounded Xiao Yi. No matter who looks at it, Xiao Yi is bound to lose.

The Confucian scholar was holding the victory, shaking the jade bone fan, leisurely, just waiting to see Chongzhen's jokes. Changdan Zhenren blushed, he hated Xiao Yi very much, and he was already thinking about how to save some face. The other Chongzhen disciples didn't know how many times they scolded back and forth in their hearts, and only Lu Weidao was still worried about Xiao Yi, and he couldn't understand why Xiao Yi was so impulsive.

On Tianmai Mountain, no one has a chance of winning against Xiao Yi. Nangong Xiao Yi laughed and said, "It's good to decide the winner with this move." The long sword suddenly turned into pieces, turned into countless fragments, and closed towards Xiao Yi.