Bai Cangdong's eyes flashed with approval. Even though he was so angry, he was still not completely blinded by his emotions.
His body remained motionless, his palm moved slightly, and a long sword appeared in Bai Cangdong's hand. Ba Yue Zhan struck out wildly, and it was not Nangong Xiao's person who was killed but his sword.
Bang!
The two swords intersected, and Nangong Xiao's long sword was cut off directly. The blade in Bai Candong's hand stopped less than a centimeter away from his head.
"A fifth-grade scribe can't even take one of my moves. Do you accept that I said you are trash?" Bai Cangdong looked at Nangong Xiao and said calmly.
"I don't accept it. You are just relying on a magic weapon. If the weapons are the same, I will never lose to you." Nangong Xiao glared at Bai Candong stubbornly and said.
"Okay." Bai Candong put the Wuding Sword back, reached out and broke off a two-foot-long branch with only a small branch thickness from the tree next to him. He looked at Nangong Xiao and said, "I used a real-life weapon just now. You
If you think I am relying on weapons to defeat you, then I will use this thing as a weapon."
Nangong Xiao's face looked ugly, as if he had been greatly insulted. Huang Xian, Song Le and Lei Shi also looked at the branch in Bai Candong's hand in surprise.
The branch looked soft and soft, not even straight, as if it would break if touched casually. Bai Candong actually wanted to use it as a weapon to fight Nangong Xiao again. I felt that Bai Candong was a bit exaggerated.
.
It is also a sacred seal of true life. Bai Candong is only a first-grade scribe, but Nangong Xiao is a fifth-grade scribe. Just now, Bai Candong cut off Nangong Xiao's sword with a real-person divine weapon. How can he win with this branch now?
It’s Nangong Xiao.
Nangong Xiao gritted his teeth and summoned another sword. He was the proud son of the Nangong family, and he carried more than one sword. Even if it was just a spare, it was also a rare top-grade scribe-level sword.
The sword light flashed, and Nangong Xiao once again used the heart-piercing sword technique. The long sword thrust out like a poisonous snake spitting a message. The end was so weird and dangerous that Lei Shi, who was relatively slow to react, couldn't see clearly how the sword was thrust out.
Bai Cangdong stood there, looking at Nangong Xiao as if he was condescending. He raised the branch in his hand high, and still slashed straight at the sword in Nangong Xiao's hand as before, and it cut down like a crescent moon.
The branch and the sword collided, and the seemingly soft branch shook slightly. The high-grade sword in Nangong Xiao's hand was cut into two pieces again, and the branch was once again less than one centimeter away from Nangong Xiao's head.
"Are you convinced now?" Bai Cangdong looked at Nangong Xiao expressionlessly.
"I don't accept it. The main thing I practice is to be fast. The method you practice is only strong in energy. It doesn't matter if you can beat me. If you have the guts, you can compete with me in speed." Nangong Xiao said bravely.
"It's faster, right?" Bai Cangdong smiled slightly, and the branches and leaves in his hand suddenly moved, and he cut directly along Nangong Xiao's scalp.
Nangong Xiao was startled, and subconsciously dodged and retreated. However, she managed to avoid the branch, but a foot-long gash was cut in her clothes.
Bai Cangdong slashed the branch in Nangong Xiao's hand again, and Nangong Xiao quickly drew out his long sword to meet him. As a result, the long sword was cut off again, and at the same time, another cut was cut in his clothes, intersecting with the cut just now.
, the clothes suddenly tore off a large piece, revealing a large piece of breasts.
Bai Cangdong cut off the branches in his hand continuously. Nangong Xiao used two swords to block them twice, but they were both cut off. Then he had no weapons and couldn't escape. He could only watch Bai Cangdong helplessly.
The branches in Dong's hand kept falling down, and in the blink of an eye, his clothes were cut into pieces like tatters, and it was almost impossible to cover his body. Finally, the branch in Bai Cangdong's hand was slapped hard on his body, and he was immediately knocked to the ground. For a moment, there was no
Can get up.
Bai Cangdong looked coldly at Nangong Xiao, who was lying on the ground like ashes: "I accept you as a disciple because you have some talent and are different from the ordinary people outside. If you follow me and practice hard, you may be able to embark on a great journey in the future.
The path I failed to take was unexpectedly because I was wrong."
Throwing the branch aside casually, Bai Candong turned around and walked towards the wooden house: "In my opinion, those ninth-grade scribes and holy scribes are just a bunch of rubbish. Your talents are far better than them, but since you
If you think you can't even compare to those rubbish, then just think I'm wrong. If you keep holding on to this mentality, you'd better go to Lihuoyuan to find that Chilong as your master. I'll just pretend I've never seen him before.
You. If even Mingzhu thinks that she is just trash, or even worse than trash, then there is nothing to regret about Mingzhu secretly casting herself."
After saying that, Bai Candong had already walked into the wooden house, while Nangong Xiao was sitting on the ground with a pale face, forgetting to stand up.
"A Xiao, are you still dissatisfied?" Huangxian suddenly looked at Nangong Xiao and said.
Nangong Xiao bit his lip and said nothing. He was indeed dissatisfied. Bai Candong was just stronger than him. If he was strong enough, how could Bai Candong block his sword?
"On the battlefield, the winner is king. Who cares what you are good at? If you lose, you lose. There is no excuse. And even if your energy is as strong as the master, you will still lose."
Huangxian said calmly.
Nangong Xiao suddenly raised his head and looked at Huangxian, as if he didn't believe what Huangxian said.
Huang Xian sighed softly: "If I am not mistaken, the strike used by the master has condensed into artistic conception. Master is worthy of being a disciple of the Supreme Being. The body of a first-class scribe can actually condense artistic conception. I am afraid that there is no one in Nanli Academy in ancient and modern times.
In other words, there has never been anyone in the entire Green Continent, and you did not lose unjustly."
"You said he condensed the artistic conception?" Nangong Xiao's body shook violently and looked at Huangxian in disbelief.
"The authorities are confused, but those who watch are clear. Think about it carefully. If you hadn't been mentally unstable just now and Master used a branch as a blade to strike, you should have been able to see something." Huangxian said.
After being reminded by Huang Xian, Nangong Xiao recalled Bai Candong's attack with a branch. The attack was so pure and powerful that it seemed like an ordinary attack, but it made him feel helpless and unable to compete with it.
The feeling is definitely not caused by technique.
At that time, Nangong Xiao was so obsessed with anger that he couldn't feel it. Now that he thought about it carefully, fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"The artistic conception...it's really the artistic conception...he, a first-grade scribe, actually condensed the artistic conception..."
"Think about it carefully. Master values you and thinks you are a good talent, so he accepted you as his disciple. However, you have underestimated yourself. If you give up on yourself, there is no point in staying. It is better to follow the instructions
As the master said, you should go and worship the Red Dragon Sage as your master. You decide what to do." Huang Xian sighed softly and slowly walked towards the mirror stone to look at the Taoist poem engraved on the mirror stone.
Nangong Xiao was in a trance after being told by Huang Xian.
"I accept you as a disciple because you have some talent and are different from the ordinary people outside..."
"In my opinion, those ninth-grade scribes and holy scribes are just a bunch of rubbish. Your talents are far better than them..."
"If even Mingzhu thinks she is trash, or even worse than trash, then there is nothing to regret about Mingzhu's secret support..."
Bai Cangdong's words rang out in Nangong Xiao's mind. At this moment, Nangong Xiao only felt ashamed and his face changed. Looking at Huangxian in front of the mirror stone again, Nangong Xiao gritted his teeth and walked to the wooden house to lie down.
Bow down.
"I know I was wrong. Please give me another chance. Nangong Xiao will never let Master down again."