Early morning.

In the Nine Immortals Temple, on the martial arts training ground, Baicheng and Qingji Daoist are one east and one west, ten zhang apart, far away from each other.

Baicheng was dressed in a cyan suit, with green cloth tied up his hair, carrying a cooked copper stick upside down, his feet were not ding, his body was swaying gently, and his eyes seemed to be open and closed, as if he had not woken up.

Qingji Taoist is dressed in a blue silk robe, with a water and fire silk tied around his waist, holding a copper handle and silver wire to whisk the dust, his face is serious, his body is neat, and his eyes are bright.

Suddenly, a Chunyan swept from a low altitude, flying diagonally from the southeast corner of the martial arts arena to the northwest corner, just flying over the heads of Bai Cheng and the Qingji Daoist, and at the moment when the Chunyan crossed above the Qingji Daoist, a fire crow suddenly appeared above the Chunyan, releasing infinite flying flames and slamming down from above.

It turned out that at some point, this fire crow had been summoned by Bai Cheng, clinging to the top of Chunyan, and flying synchronously with Chunyan, but it collected the heat of its whole body and glided silently, so it concealed the eyes and ears of the Qingji Daoist.

This fire crow is no different from a mortal bird when it gathers its whole body and flies flames, just an ordinary black crow, but this flapping wings has the heat of burning gold and iron.

Although the fire crow pounced fiercely, the Qingji Daoist was not in a hurry, and with a shake of his right wrist, the silver silk dust rolled up a gust of wind, smashing the fire crow in mid-air!

As everyone knows, Bai Cheng is waiting for this opportunity, when the Qingji Daoist is flashing in the dust, Bai Cheng flies out, and has crossed ten zhang in an instant, and he came to the front of the Qingji Daoist, and the cooked copper stick in his hand is slashed diagonally, and the left leg and knee of the Qingji Daoist are flying, which is the most difficult place to defend the dust.

Qingji Daoren's face remained unchanged, his body was rolled, his left leg retreated rapidly, avoiding the cooked copper stick, his right hand urged vigorously, and the dust in his hand stood upright, like ten thousand silver needles, piercing the door of Baicheng.

Bai Cheng snorted, his body was short, his legs were crossed, he sat down on the spot, flashed the dust attack, his left hand went up, he quickly pointed out the wrist of the right hand of the Qingji Daoist, retracted his right hand, withdrew most of the cooked copper stick, held the copper stick in the middle, picked it slightly, and used the front half of the cooked copper stick as a long sword.

This move "Flat Land Lotus" was originally a trick to win in defeat, although the move was extremely powerful, but once it was shot, it would put itself in a situation where it could not advance or retreat. When two people fight for their lives, they often only use this kind of trick when they are at a disadvantage and are difficult to support, risking death to win, and there is never an example of this trick being used as soon as they fight.

But before today's fight, Bai Cheng had already seen that the Qingji Daoist was born in the Dao Sect, and although his cultivation was high, he rarely fought with others, and his experience in hand-to-hand combat was close to zero.

Therefore, as soon as Bai Cheng got started, he used this kind of sharp move, dragging the battle to a life-and-death situation in an instant.

Qingji Daoist really lacked experience, I thought that the two of them were fighting, and I wanted you to come and go to test first, and after I had the bottom in my heart, I would play a killer move, but I never expected that Bai Cheng would raise his hand to fight for life and death regardless of the risk.

It was too late for the Qingji Daoist to change his moves, and in a hurry, he had already urged the Dao Method, and with a light smack in his mouth, a whirlwind rose from the ground, supporting him to float diagonally behind, and in an instant, he was out of the attack range of Baicheng.

Seeing him rise into the air, Bai Cheng also stood up with a long laugh, his feet one after the other, and suddenly exerted his strength, stepped down, and the stone slab under his feet cracked, with the force of this recoil, Bai Cheng shook the spine dragon, relaxed the shoulder and elbow joints, and transmitted the force of the ground recoil to the cooked copper stick in his hand.

With a loud roar, the cooked copper stick in Bai Cheng's hand flew out of his hand, like an angry dragon going out to sea, like a tiger going up the mountain, like a long rainbow through the sun, shooting towards the Qingji Daoist in mid-air.

Qingji Dao was in mid-air, and before he could take a breath, this copper stick had already flown in front of him, and the wind wall composed of the whirlwind just now was like paper paste in front of this copper stick, and it couldn't be stopped.

Qingji Daoren's complexion finally changed greatly, and with an angry roar, his left palm stood upright in front of his chest, and he actually wanted to block this copper stick with a single palm.

This cooked copper stick was urged by Bai Cheng with all his strength, and the strength was not endless, but the Qingji Daoist resisted with a single palm, and in Bai Cheng's eyes, he seemed to have seen the scene of his bones and tendons broken, and couldn't help shouting: "Flash!"

Before the words fell, I saw that where the palms and sticks intersected, a blue diamond-shaped shield suddenly appeared, the small shield was only a foot square, emitting a faint blue light, and countless runes in the blue light were uncertain. The copper stick hit the small shield, and with a loud "buzz", it bounced back suddenly, but the small shield was suspended in the air and did not move.

Bai Cheng saw this series of changes on the ground, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and said softly in his mouth: "Martial arts and Taoism are fused in one furnace, and there are really a lot of ways to deal with them, it seems that in the future, when fighting with people from the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism, as long as the opponent still has a breath, he can't relax his vigilance." ”

Qingji Dao was in mid-air, his left hand waved slightly, the small shield disappeared, and then he fell to the ground, standing more than ten zhang away from Baicheng, and said with a smile: "Senior brother is really powerful, it's time to come down and take a look at the brother." ”

After that, the Qingji Daoist recited the mantra, and the yellow light suddenly released from the dust handle in his hand, and the yellow light rotated rapidly, injecting into the silver wire, and then the silver wire at the front end of the dust suddenly soared to ten million times, turning into countless flying wires and attacking Baicheng.

Bai Cheng was a little feet and floated away, but these flying wires did not give up, as if there was no limit, they were still chasing after each other, Bai Cheng changed his body several times, and the flying wires followed closely.

Bai Cheng knew that blindly dodging, after all, it would be difficult to resist, and he had the intention to test the power of the silver wire, so when he flew over, he picked up a stone from the ground, used his wrist strength, and bounced it towards the flying silk, only to hear a few "snorts", and the stones were actually pierced into countless flying ashes by the flying wire, scattered on the spot.

Bai Cheng secretly screamed, and then his body changed again, dodging the flying silk.

In the martial arts arena, the Qingji Daoist stood still, the dust flying silk flew in all directions, always pursuing Baicheng, Baicheng changed several body methods, and fled again and again, but he was never able to ask the flying silk, and every time these flying wires passed through a place, they would leave a few hanging in the air and not moving, as if waiting for Baicheng to come again.

As time went on, there was less and less room left for Bai Cheng to move around.

After another moment, Bai Cheng saw that there was no room to dodge, and let out a long howl, regardless of life and death, he suddenly rushed towards the Qingji Daoist.

Qingji Daoist smiled on his face, several flying wires have been like lightning straight to Bai Cheng, Bai Cheng saw this, his body was short, he swept over the ground, flashed the silver wire attack, and split the Qingji Dao man with one palm.

The Qingji Daoist was not in a hurry, with a flick of his wrist, the silver filaments at the front end of the dust suddenly retracted from all directions, coiled up from the roots, and turned into a silk wall, blocking in front of Bai Cheng.

Seeing this scene, Bai Cheng pointed a little with two fingers, and a huge and fierce fire pig appeared out of thin air, hitting the silver wire shield heavily, and actually knocked the silver wire apart, revealing a big hole, although it was not very big, but it was enough for Bai Cheng to fly through and face the Qingji Dao man.

Seeing that Bai Cheng was able to pass through the silver thread, Qingji Dao sighed lightly, retracted his left hand into his sleeve, shook slightly, and a black shadow flashed, and in an instant, Bai Cheng saw countless whip shadows in front of him, followed by several whips in his body, and was thrown out far away.

Bai Cheng felt that the joints of his whole body were crispy in mid-air, and his whole body was in pain, so he barely adjusted his body shape before he stood on the ground, and when he landed, he could barely stand, and said in surprise: "Senior brother is so powerful, he can't resist it with this whip no matter what!"

Qingji Daoist shook his head and said: "This whip is not said to be you, even a stronger master is difficult to resist, the long whip is in hand, even if it is a God Refining Grandmaster, it can resist for a moment." ”

Bai Cheng was surprised and said, "It's so powerful!"

Qingji Daoist said: "This is the first generation of my Nine Immortals Guan ancestor to pass down, it is said to be an imitation of the thunder Puhua Tianzun portable weapon forbidden whip, the power is endless, but my cultivation is insufficient, I can't urge its domineering." ”

Bai Cheng pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and said, "In this way, Senior Brother can be regarded as half a God Refining Grandmaster. ”

Qingji Daoist said with a smile: "How can it be so easy to refine the God Sect, although the cultivation of the Poor Dao Dao is higher, but the cultivation of martial arts is not as good as Er'er, plus the magic weapon that you carry with you, you can only compete with the master of Qi training." ”

Bai Cheng shook his head and said, "Although Senior Brother's martial arts cultivation is not high, his Dao Law is profound, and in the eyes of Junior Brother, ordinary Qi Cultivation Masters are no better than Senior Brother. ”

The two were talking in the middle of the field, and Dao Tong Jiuru suddenly ran quickly from the front yard and shouted loudly: "Master, uncle, something big is not good!"

Qingji Daoist stared at him and asked, "What's the matter?"

Jiuru said: "Someone from the Xuanguitang branch came to pay homage just now, and they opened the door early this morning to find that Zhang Daoren, who had been away from this place for many days, was suddenly killed, and his body was hung on the pine tree in front of the door!"