Vol 7 Chapter 74: : Chill Taoist
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Pirate’s Infinite Wings
- Flowering on the Lingshang
- 1142 characters
- 2021-01-30 02:04:16
Carrying a long sword with a black sheath.
Fang Lang recognized this long sword eh, and he blurted out: "Are you Gu Zhenren?" There was some doubt, but it was 70% to 80% certain. Apart from Gu Qingfeng, there is no third place here. Individuals can have such a momentum.
The Taoist in front of him still didn't speak, still cold the face from the beginning. Lu Xiaofeng really couldn't help it this time: "I see, he is deaf, we are wasting our time, let's go, let's ask someone else!"
With that, he draped Fang Lang's shoulders as if I was leaving. Sure enough, with this move, the Taoist in front of him couldn't be stretched immediately, and said: "I am not deaf, but this is not where you should come."
Between the words, the meaning of not welcoming the two of them was not even the slightest cover. It's just that Lu Xiaofeng is not surprising, after all, after walking in the arena for so many years, many people have offended, and he is not the first to speak badly.
His mental endurance had already been tempered to a certain level, and at this level he was not even qualified to put him in his heart. It's just that Fang Lang has already felt the malice of the person in front of him, strange, he just met the first side.
How could he feel that way? I'm afraid it was affected by his face. "Or, Baiyun Guan, you can't come!" The Taoist said heavily, seeming to explain how extremely unpopular the two are here.
"Why can't Baiyun Guan come?" Fang Lang said coldly. It was the first time that he was rejected so thoroughly. He was hated before he even started, but he didn't care much about it. If you can't come, there must be a reason.
They can't accept such a mindless eviction order, and it stands to reason that they have not sinned against any Taoist person. Moreover, he has some friendship with the Taoist Mu. It is reasonable to say that he should not accept such treatment. Is it possible that this guy has any purpose?
The Taoist still insisted: "Others can come, only you can't come." In his tone, there seemed to be a trace of hostility. This time, Lu Xiaofeng has also heard the clues, what does this old guy mean!
Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help asking: "Do you know who I am?" In any case, his reputation is also in the arena, this old guy can't have heard of it! Moreover, even if he didn't know his name, he wouldn't be kicked out as soon as he entered.
As far as he knew, it was three hundred and sixty-five days a year, and every day anyone could go in and learn Taoism. How come they become more rules? I can't even enter the door...
The Taoist sneered and suddenly flashed over. The bark of the phoenix tree had been cut off, and eight words were written on it in cinnabar: "Two eagles are flying in the south, and they will die under the tree soon." He seemed to have guessed that Fang Lang and Lu Xiaofeng would come.
It seems that sufficient preparations have been made, otherwise, where would you dare to make such a bold statement? It's just that, although it can be seen that this Taoist priest is indeed a little Taoist, but for some reason, he is inexplicably relieved. Perhaps after staying by Fang Lang's side for a long time, he naturally developed his temperament, more or less near Zhuzhechi.
It's just that Lu Xiaofeng sighed helplessly, and said, "You really know who I am. How come it's impossible to be one of our many challengers?" Although it was a question, the answer was certain.
Except for this reason, he couldn't think of any reason why he would be so hostile to them as soon as they met. It's nothing more than trying to defeat them and take the opportunity to become famous in the arena. What special reason is there.
Only, for so many years. I have never encountered a decent opponent. Of course, it was only after meeting Fang Lang that he felt that the martial arts of those who had come to challenge before had almost been brushed to the level of a rookie. Some even felt that they were wasting their own strength even when they shot. These are another matter. Up.
The Taoist was not at all affected by Lu Xiaofeng’s tone, and said blankly: "Phoenix pen phoenix tree, this phoenix tree is your place of burial." To be sure, it is true, coupled with his more serious expression, it seems that The strength is pretty good.
Fang Lang twitched the corner of his mouth, naturally expecting it. I hope that the opponent will not let himself down. After all, he does not want no one except Ye Gucheng in the arena to take his ten moves. It is too lonely.
The Taoist didn't continue to talk nonsense, he moved his sword out from behind him like flowing water. "Good sword!" Fang Lang sighed, having not seen such a good sword for a long time.
The sword light is like a stream of autumn water, and the Taoists use their finger-style swords as dragons. In the sound of the dragon's chants, six more yellow-crowned Taoists appeared on all sides. Six people, six swords, all Qingfeng long swords made of 100-refined steel.
The yellow spike of the sword hilt was flying in the wind, and suddenly shot at the same time. It was indeed the undisclosed secret of the Dao Sect Beizong, the Quanzhen Sect, the Big Dipper array. The Taoist with a face like a dead tree is obviously the hub of the sword formation.
Every time he moves, the swordsmanship of the six people must change. The method of change is extremely mysterious, at least neither Fang Lang nor Lu Xiaofeng have seen it before, and the flames in his heart ignite quietly!
The old Daoist's swordsmanship is very dexterous and exquisite, and every movement is flawless, at least it seems like this. Now, even if it can't be compared with Ye Gucheng's peerless swordsman, but the sword walks lightly, intends to sword first, and is already a first-class master in the world.
It could be seen that Fang Lang was already ready to move. The sword in his hand has been humming and moaning, and it seems that the owner's blood is boiling, and it has been a long time since the sword has been seen again!
Naturally, Lu Xiaofeng would not stand idly by. He was not very used to using weapons. His hands were his best weapons. Sometimes, he would think that weapons were actually his biggest burden. With the skill of taking the sword, he has been so proficient now! ..
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