Zhenren Xiao looked at the Taoist of Wudang Mountain who was walking from a distance, and then sneered and said, "Your Majesty really respects me. He actually came from Wudang Mountain from thousands of miles away. But Zhang Fengshan didn't come, so what can a few juniors come?"

He ordered lightly: "Stop those people, don't disturb me from the discussion with Dean Zhou."

The great priest of the red robe, Taoist Feng Ming and Taoist He Li, nodded their heads and obeyed the order, then took a step forward and blocked the Taoist Wudang Mountain. Behind them, the disciples of Yiqi Temple in Qingle Mountain began to set up formations. This is one of the strongest formations in Qingle Mountain, and it was created by Zhenren Xiao from the small Zhoutian exercises. Twenty-eight disciples operated according to the Zhoutian exercises. Once they trapped the enemy, even a ninth-grade master might not be able to withdraw safely.

Taoist Heli bowed to the people from Wudang Mountain from afar: "Fellow Taoist from Wudang Mountain, please stay."

Liu Huizheng, who was holding the old Taoist, also returned a greeting: "This must be Dao Brother Heli from Qingle Mountain, who has been known for a long time."

Taoist He Li nodded slightly, with a very arrogant expression: "Who is a fellow Taoist?"

Liu Huizheng replied: "I am Liu Huizheng, a disciple of Zhang Zhenren of Wudang Mountain."

He looked at the old Taoist and said, "This is my junior uncle."

When Taoist He Li heard this, he frowned slightly and looked at Taoist Feng Ming and whispered: "What should I do if anyone is not born?"

Taoist Feng Ming is the eldest disciple of Zhenren Xiao, and his cultivation is the strongest among the four brothers. He glanced at the old Taoist, and raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Master once said that the strong people in this world have never been based on seniority. Some people have extremely high seniority, but they may not necessarily have cultivation that matches his identity. If you are uneasy in your heart, then you come to stop Liu Huizheng and I will stop the old Taoist."

"I'm here to help my senior brother."

Taoist He Li ignored Taoist Feng Ming's agitated at all, said with a smile and then went to the side. He clasped his fists at Liu Huizheng and said, "Master has important matters to discuss with President Zhou. It is not convenient to see guests at this time. Please stay and wait for the matter between Master and President Zhou, and get close to fellow Taoists again."

Liu Huizheng also said politely: "I have also been ordered by Master to discuss important matters with President Zhou. It is very urgent and cannot be delayed. If fellow Taoist doesn't mind, can you take a step forward?"

Taoist Heli shook his head: "You can't give in half a step."

Liu Hui said righteously: "Fellow Taoist, you and I are all subordinates of the Taoist ancestor. If you have any questions, it is better to talk about it. If people in the world know that Qingle Mountain and Wudang Mountain are not in harmony, they will naturally be ridiculed."

"Whoever laughs, I will kill anyone."

The vertical eyes on Taoist Heli slowly opened, and a dark red light appeared inside.

Liu Hui was sighing: "Do you have to do it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the trembling old Taoist suddenly cursed: "Not so slutty, I'm so disobedient and beat me. I finally understand why my senior brother asked me to come because he knew that his apprentices would be too slow. Since they were going to beat me sooner or later, just fuck him!"

After the old Taoist said this, his body, which was like a gust of wind, suddenly stood up. He took a step forward suddenly. Although the pace was not big, it was as if it was stepping on others' hearts, which made people shocked.

"You want to stop me?"

The old Taoist reached out and pointed at the Taoist Fengming.

Feng Ming Taoist's face changed slightly, and he opened his mouth and said, "Prince, please think twice, this is..."

Before he could finish his words, the old Taoist suddenly moved: "Just just beat him, why are you talking so much nonsense!"

Taoist Feng Ming was shocked. Seeing the old Taoist rushing over, he pushed his hands flat on his chest. The great priest's red Taoist robe suddenly bulged up like a sail full of wind. Two extremely powerful repulsive forces burst out from his robe sleeves and rushed towards the old Taoist.

“Too slow!”

The old Taoist shouted in the air, and when he looked again, he was not far away. The two repulsive forces emitted by Taoist Feng Ming flew out like a crazy dragon, but it hit the sky, shaking down a rockery in the distance. The rockery collapsed and smashed into the pool to stir up a large splash of water. The rockery was flying in a row, and the rockery that was two high was actually bombarded into pieces by one blow.

Taoist Feng Ming was shocked and quickly retreated. But as soon as he moved, he suddenly felt the belt around his waist tightening. When he looked again, he saw the old Taoist appearing in front of him at some point. He grabbed him and lifted it up. The tall Taoist Feng Ming was spinning half a circle in the air by the old Taoist, and then poked it down violently.

With a bang!

The old Taoist Feng Ming was stabbed into the ground by the old Taoist, and it was buried half a person deep. If it weren't for the repulsive force that had just gathered out from the key palm facing down, and smashing the hard stone slab, I'm afraid that no matter how hard his head was, he would have been stabbed into his stomach.

The old Taoist kicked the half of the body left by Taoist Feng Ming on the ground, and with another bang, Taoist Feng Ming flew out like a radish pulled out of the soil. The dense lines on the bright red Taoist robe kept flashing, but it still couldn't resolve the strength of the old Taoist's kick. With a chirping sound, Taoist Feng Ming's Taoist robe was torn apart in the air as if it could not bear the pressure, turning into countless butterflies.

Taoist Feng Ming rolled out and rammed into the pillar of a pavilion, breaking the pillar. The pavilion fell down a few times and buried him in a dusty way.

The old Taoist was reluctant to give in, flew over a little while, and swung his hands in the air, and the bricks and stones buried on Taoist Feng Ming were blown away by the hurricane. After the old Taoist fell, he lifted Taoist Feng Ming out of the rubble, looked at the embarrassed face and smiled: "When I was fighting with my senior brother in the world, you little bastard, don't know whose belly you are in. Do you think your little Zhoutian in Qingle Mountain is very awesome? You suck and repel it and revolve it around the world. If you are really scared by you, you will be the biggest flaw for me. Slow, too slow!"

The old Taoist threw Taoist Feng Ming in his hand out. Feng Ming's body hit a big rock like a cannonball, cracking the big rock.

The old Taoist followed like a shadow and held Feng Ming in his hand again: "Although your repulsive power is powerful, you need to rely on gravity to retract the internal energy after one move is issued. This repulsive power must be at least one and a half breaths in the middle. If your opponent is strong enough, the interval between this breath and a half breath is your fatal weakness!"

After saying this, he threw Taoist Feng Ming, who was soft and powerless, to the ground, and then stepped on it, folding Taoist Feng Ming's body like shrimps: "When I followed my senior brother to walk around the world, I stepped on countless guys like you who are so self-righteous. What's the fucking saying about high seniority that does not mean high cultivation? Have you ever seen what kind of cultivation means? "

"Hold!"

The old Taoist cursed and stepped on it. Soon, Taoist Feng Ming's body was trampled into the land by him.

...

...

The old Taoist, who was like a dead tree, looked like a breeze that could knock him down. His hands and face were covered with age spots, and his turbid eyes were hidden in his drooping eyelids without any emotion. Perhaps because he was too thin, the Taoist robe was swaying like a wooden stick when he was wearing it.

But such an old Taoist who seems to be killed by time at any time actually has a hot temper that makes people suffocate.

Taoist Feng Ming is the eldest disciple of Zhenren Xiao, and his cultivation is still above Taoist He Li. The reason why Taoist He Li does not have much fear of Taoist Feng Ming is because he is born with a divine eye. If he does not have that vertical eye, he will be obedient to Feng Ming. But even so, his cultivation is still slightly worse than Feng Ming.

The number one priest in Qingle Mountain was so simple and simply destroyed by the old Taoist. Even if Taoist Feng Ming was buried deep in the soil, even if he had strong internal strength to protect his body, he would be afraid that he would be disabled even if he was not dead.

As the old Taoist said, the repulsive cultivation of Taoist Fengming and Taoist Heli is indeed extremely domineering. But because it is too domineering and powerful, the slow operation speed is the biggest flaw. Every time they make a move, they need to wait for a while before they can continue to attack. To put it simply, the small Zhoutian in Qingle Mountain is to gather all the internal strength to attack, and its power is naturally extraordinary. But after the attack, the small Zhoutian runs, relying on gravity to retract the internal strength to continue the second attack. The interval between them is their biggest weakness.

Taoist Feng Ming's cultivation is already strong enough, but the old Taoist caught this only weakness and almost torture to death. In front of the old Taoist, he was like a toddler who had no power to fight back.

Taoist He Li watched Feng Ming be knocked down and his body trembled involuntarily. He subconsciously stepped back and turned to search for the master's place. At this moment, he really understood what it means to have someone outside of the world. In the past, he always felt that even if his cultivation level was not among the top ten in the world, at least there would be no difference. But now he understood that the difference between ninth-grade masters is sometimes shocking.

He retreated to the small Zhoutian formation made by twenty-eight disciples, and dared not step out easily.

Liu Hui was looking at the old Taoist and sighed helplessly: "Uncle Master... Master said that people have evil thoughts in their hearts, like weeds that make their minds mess. But sometimes a golden and good word can guide evil people to be good. Master said it is better to persuade them or to persuade them. If you can, don't beat them."

The old Taoist curled his lips: "Your master is farting, don't you hit him? Let me do it if you don't hit him? Teach his apprentice of course his benevolence, righteousness and morality. When did he be slower than me when he was killed in the world? Since he became the head of Wudang Mountain, he has only said that he has full words."

Liu Hui blushed and said cowardly: "Uncle Master, don't say this in front of outsiders."

The old Taoist said, "Okay, I won't say anything anymore. I'm tired of beating... Next, you little bastards will go and beat me, and I have to sit down and take a breath. Mom, this person is not good at age... I think I can beat ten with one hand when I deal with such a person."

When he didn't do anything, he became the trembling old man who might die at any time. He slowly walked to a big rock by himself, climbed up several times before climbing up and sat down cross-legged.

"What are you waiting for? Fight?"

He pointed to the Heli Daoist and said, "They have divided their opponents. The one who chose me just now, and this one chose you."

Liu Huizheng was stunned for a moment and said helplessly: "This is unfair. Uncle, you are fighting each other. I am fighting each other. They are many people!"

"Mom!"

The old Taoist cursed: "Did your disciples come to visit? If they bring their disciples, can't you bring their disciples?"

Liu Hui was looking back at her apprentices and shook her head: "They are still many..."

"Senior brother, I'm the one!"

At this moment, Xie Fuyao rushed from a distance: "That is the small Zhoutian formation in Qingle Mountain. Our brothers will use the Liangyi sword technique to learn this small Zhoutian formation for a while!"

When Liu Hui saw Xie Fuyao, the corner of her mouth raised slightly: "I thought you had to hide until the end to come out. Since you have arrived, then it should be okay for us to beat them twenty-nine, right?"

Xie Fuyao stopped beside Liu Huizheng and smiled, "The Dean asked us to leave from the back mountain last night and rushed to Tai Chi Palace. I thought about it for a while, and there were not many more me there, so I rushed back to join in the fun. Fortunately, I came back quickly and saw the master showing his power. I could see the master performing his skills in his life!"

The old Taoist chuckled: "It's still Xiao Liuzi who can talk, I like you."

far away

Zhenren Xiao kept watching his eldest disciple being tortured to death with no change in his expression. After Feng Ming was stepped into the soil, he couldn't help but praise him softly: "Wudang's unique skills are indeed extraordinary. This person must be Wudang Kangxiu, who was famous in the world with a hot temper many years ago... I can recognize him, but..."

Zhenren Xiao suddenly turned around and looked at Dean Zhou: "But he is becoming more and more unable to recognize you."

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