"Since the donor is going to compete, then the poor Dao has no choice but to obey!" The head of Wudang seemed a little helpless, reached out and took the long sword held by the Taoist behind him, and went down the steps of the door.

Bai Zhi stretched out his hand to stop it, laughed and said: "Since the head of the sect agrees to compete, it is no better, but if I win, I'm afraid Wudang will have to give me something to succeed!"

"I don't know what the donor wants from Wudang?" The head of Wudang was stunned for a moment, and he already understood, this Bai Zhi is not just here to learn martial arts, it seems that there are other plans! Chai Zheng and several people are a little surprised, people in the martial arts can learn from the head of Wudang, and it is already a thing worth boasting about, how can this Bai Zhi still have to inch in?

"If you lose, you have to lend me the Wudang Sword Sutra!"

As soon as Bai Zhi's words came out, everyone's expressions changed, this Wudang Sword Sutra is the treasure of the Wudang faction, which records the views and moves of the Wudang masters of the past dynasties since the founding patriarch of the mountain, and there are many lost swordsmanship experience in the martial arts, which is also the foundation of Wudang swordsmanship.

"And what if you lose?"

The head of Wudang had a cold face, held the sword in his backhand, and looked at Bai Zhi with gloomy eyes, but Bai Zhi smiled, stretched out his two hands and said: "If I lose, these two hands, you can leave one or two, just take it!"

"The Wudang faction has always been vegetarian!" The monk leaned on a big tree, and joked in his mouth: "First, I don't braise pig's trotters, and second, I don't stuff chicken feet, what do you want your two hands to do?"

Bai Zhi's eyes were gloomy and he looked at the monk who was not there, but the head of Wudang shook his head and said: "I'm afraid the donor is a little rude, the Wudang Sword Sutra is a secret treasure of the sect, and it records the swordsmanship experience of the master of the sect.

"Then I'll see it myself!" Bai Zhi's face smiled hideously, and suddenly lowered his head, and the long knife behind his back flew out of the sheath with a sound, and with a stretch of his hand, the handle of the knife fell into his hand, and with this momentum, a knife slashed down!

His move came very quickly, and the long sword in the head of Wudang backhanded, and when there was a loud noise, followed by the sword shadow, the last came first, and Bai Zhi fought in one place!

Ren Tianbai looked at the long knife in Bai Zhi's hand, saying that it was a knife, in fact, it could be regarded as a long sword with only one side of the blade, and the tricks were also knives and swords, but this knife was flickering and flickering, and it was uncertain, showing more and more the ghost aura on Bai Zhi's body, and he always felt that this knife light was a little gloomy, and except for a move, he never took the right path, just like a powerful ghost wandering around the Taoist priest, sometimes suddenly killing a move, the sword light was prosperous, but it was destroyed halfway.

"Tsk! The cow's nose is a little bad!" After not looking at the monk for a moment, some shook their heads again and again and said: "If you continue to fight like this, sooner or later you will suffer a loss! Catching ghosts and subduing demons is the business of Taoist priests, and now that they are haunted by evil ghosts, it will be difficult to protect themselves! If you don't get it right, you will be caught by ghosts!"

Ren Tianbai looked nervously at the two of them, but he somewhat understood why his master let Chai Zheng fight with him that day, he had also seen the masters of the rivers and lakes fight, and he could also see some of the important points, but they were not as dangerous as these two people today, every move was to the opponent's fatal place, but the tricks were blocked by each other, the reality was uncertain, and it was difficult to notice, as long as one of them was a little slack, the other person took advantage of the situation to enter, and the other party could be killed or injured in less than ten moves!

"Ouch, this boss can't look at it!"

Bai Zhitong Wudang has passed more than 200 moves, but there is a person who is not by the monk's side but a person shouted, when Ren Tianbai looked back, an old man who couldn't see how old he was, standing beside the monk, holding a wine gourd in his hand, drinking wine, watching with relish! Let Ren Tianbai feel a little strange, when did this old man come, he didn't know at all, but seeing that Chai Zheng and his master didn't seem to care about this old man, they were all staring at the fight in the field, not the monk or even snatching the gourd from the old man's hand, pouring a few sips, and handing it back!

Chai Yingruo and Gu Caiyun were originally a little suspicious of this old man, but it was Chai Zheng who signaled with his eyes, so that the two of them didn't have to worry, so although they had doubts, they had to be patient and watch the battle between the two in the field first!

"Stay!"

Bai Zhi suddenly shouted, his figure floated back, the knife was retracted, looking at the pale and panting head of Wudang, his face was a little surprised and said: "You are not the head of Wudang, ask your head to come in person!"

"He is the head of Wudang!" "The old man who is not in the monk snatched the wine gourd next to him, the angry old man blew his beard and stared at him, but he didn't care about the monk when he was not in the monk, and took a sip of wine and said: "This bull's nose is called Lone Ye, why don't you know?"

"Lone Leaf?!" Bai Zhi was stunned when he heard this, turned his head to look at the monk who was not there, and said: "Are you bullying me for being a foreigner? Who in the world doesn't know that the head of Wudang is a person from the Flower Dao? I said that why is his swordsmanship so bad, it turns out to be a fake!"

"It's not fake, it's true!" The old man snatched the wine gourd from the hand of the monk, weighed the weight, glared at the monk who was not there, and said: "Nianhua Niubi, last year I gave up the position of head to his disciple who was not a weapon, that is, the lone leaf cow nose in front of you, you don't know it yourself, and you still say that people are fake!"

"Is that really the case?" Bai Zhi asked the Lone Leaf Daoist in front of him with some doubts, and Lone Leaf nodded helplessly and said, "That's true, Poor Dao took over Wudang from Master last year!"

"In the martial arts of this matter, why is there no news at all?" Bai Zhi was still a little unconvinced, and was already a little suspicious that the monk and the others were colluding with Wudang, and sneered: "Wudang is a famous faction, the head of the family has changed, and the rivers and lakes can't even hear the rumors, could it be that the old Taoist died last year?"

"Look at ......" The old man took a sip of wine, saw that he was not in the monk and stretched out his hand again, and hurriedly hid the wine gourd, and then said: "Wudang are all monks, this quiet and inaction is the duty, the old man is old, many things on this mountain, in recent years, have been taken care of by lonely leaves, people have made so much effort, so much work, there is a general saying, isn't it?" In the final analysis, this is also Wudang's own business, do you still want to beat gongs and drums, and spread the name all over the world?