Chapter 270: Alzheimer's disease

The disciples of the lower elders did not have the qualifications to go out of the mountain.
Even if Gu Zhong was really under the Cangshan School, as long as his master was not among the top ten elders, his behavior would not only be severely punished by the school, but even his master would be implicated.
It is very possible that the position of the elder is not guaranteed. Thinking of this, Xu Lao even a little expects that Gu Zhong can name his opponent, so that in the future, there will be one less obstacle in the school.
"The master of this seat is the white sword boat of the Cangshan school."
Gu Zhong said bluntly.
Suddenly, Xu Lao, Wei Lao, Hu Qing, Tang Jiabao and Xue Pengchen were all stunned. Others may not know Bai Jianzhou, but those who have been in contact with the Cangshan Sect may not know.
Bai Jianzhou-the former head of the Cangshan School, one of the five powerhouses of the Great Chu, the most glorious era of the Cangshan School was when Bai Jianzhou was the head.
In Bai Jianzhou, there is another thing that makes people talk about it. Although the head of the white master has a high level of cultivation, he is one of the best masters in martial arts and swordsmanship.
But this is such a masterful genius who has not accepted an apprentice when he is over a hundred years old. Until a few years ago, the head of White had passed the two hundred years old mark, and there was no disciple under his knees.
It didn't take long before the news of the death of the white head immortal came out. Many people speculated that perhaps the white head was not dead, but stepped through the void and went to another realm.
Of course, these are all speculations later, and some people say that the white head has actually accepted apprentices, but they haven't made it public.
However, as the years passed, there were fewer and fewer people talking about the white head, and those who said he had accepted apprentices almost forgot that they had said this.
This apprentice hasn't appeared yet, but just today, in the martial arts field of Jinyangmen, the southern city of Agni, he brought his disciples to challenge the ancient master.
Claiming to be the head of Bai Jianzhou, the disciple of the head that countless people look up to but hard to reach?
This...it seems like the cowhide is getting bigger.
"Hahahahaha..."
"Boy, you don't want to fantasize after reading a few drawing books."
"The reputation of our white head can be desecrated by you?"
"Quickly kneel down and apologize to the old man and the Hu Sect Master, and then dismiss your disciples, you can spare you not to die."
Gu Zhong seemed to have heard some terrible joke. He turned his head and asked: "What did you say, say it again?"
"I said..." Old Xu was a little impatient and continued.
"Old man, you don't believe that I am my master's apprentice, do you?"
"Would you like to do two tricks with me, try?"
Gu Zhong raised his eyebrows and said provocatively.
"Boy, do you know what you are talking about?"
Old Xu looked at Gu Zhong incredulously. No matter how talented Gu Zhong was, he was only a 20-year-old boy.
So blatantly trying to challenge him, a five-class elder? Is his brain broken, or Gu Zhong looks down on him as an elder?
"You think this is the same as you, dementia?"
"Can you say that again!"
Although Mr. Xu is over 70, he is well maintained and looks like he is in his forties, so what he hates most is being called old.
Gu Zhong's words undoubtedly stabbed him in a sore spot, and when he said it, he mobilized the aura of his body. Tang Jiabao and Xue Pengchen, who stood in front of Old Xu, took a few steps back off guard.
However, Gu Zhong didn't move. Standing still, he gently pulled away Zhou Ruoxiao's long sword, and said lightly: "Junior Sister, you step back, just leave it to me here."
A hint of hesitation flashed in Zhou Ruoxiao's eyes, but she still stepped back as Gu Zhong said.
The other warriors surrounding them also felt that they retreated to the side, for fear that Xu Lao would accidentally hurt them by accident.
"Boy, you're looking for death by yourself, don't blame the old man for not showing mercy."
Speaking of his sleeves, he flicked behind him, and suddenly a gust of wind blew up.
"哐哐哐~~~"
The gust of wind that seemed to be tearing the air raged around Gu Zhong's ears, Gu Zhong's body was shining with a faint silver light, and his spiritual energy was rapidly consuming.
Zhishang can adjust the intensity according to the damage that needs to be resisted. Judging from this simple movement, Xu Lao's cultivation base is at least at least seven in the True Pill Realm.
Worthy of being an elder of the five sects, I am afraid that Xu Lao's cultivation level in the sect can only be regarded as middle and upper.
Thinking of this, Gu Zhong's heart sank, and it seemed that it would take some time before he wanted to take home the property.
Although Gu Zhong didn't know the various deeds of Old Man Bai, he could tell from the reaction of these people when he said the name of Bai Jianzhou.
The old man Bai should be a big man with a good reputation, but Gu Zhong couldn't understand, since old man Bai is so awesome, how could he end up in a small ruined room to understand the fate of Yu Sheng?
It seems that there are many problems within this "Cangshan School". OK, wait, wait for this seat to solve your problems one by one.
Feeling that the aura of physical stamina is rapidly consuming, Gu Zhong is not only calm, his thoughts are already floating in the Pacific Ocean.
"Boy, are you scared?"
Old Xu raised the corner of his mouth triumphantly, with his palm facing the void, he immediately condensed a broad knife with aura. The weapon condensed with aura was different from the weapon Xue Wanqing condensed with elements.
Condensed weapons must have a very thick aura and strong control ability, otherwise the effect of randomly changing the shape and size of the weapon cannot be achieved.
"Huh, I'll give you five more seconds."
The corner of Gu Zhong's mouth ignored Xu Lao's ridicule, a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then stretched out his palm.
At the same time count down: "Five..."
Put down a finger, "Four..." put another finger.
"Pretend to be a fool."
Old Xu frowned, and suppressed the premonition in his heart that he was not good at losing. What can a hairy boy do to the old man? !
Even if the ancient clock exploded, Xu Lao had the confidence to retreat, let alone being injured by the ancient clock.
He still had this confidence. Thinking about it this way, Old Xu waved the big sword that the spiritual energy gathered in his hand.
Cut it towards Gu Zhong's shoulder.
"three!"
"two!"
Gu Zhong's shoulder in Dadao was only an inch away.
"One!"
"Scatter!"
At this time, Gu Zhong's five fingers were all put down, and the five counts were counted down.
"Wow~~"
It can be seen to the naked eye that Xu Lao's condensed big knife was about to fall on Gu Zhong's shoulder, and it was scattered with a "wow".
Old Xu's face was pale, and he grabbed into the air again, but there was no reaction at all.
The gusts of wind that had been set off before gradually returned to calm.
Xu Lao seemed to have been cursed, froze on the spot, like a statue, and looked tens of years old suddenly.
It really looks like Alzheimer's.
"What's going on here?"