Daolin and Jijiu looked at the Taoist steward with expressionless expressions, without saying a word.
"What do you two have to do with me?" the steward asked with his hands behind his back.
"Call Dao Qingyun out, you are not qualified to talk to me." Daolin said unceremoniously.
"Hey...you really don't understand etiquette. Haven't your adults taught you any rules?" The steward frowned with an angry look on his face.
"It's not your servant's turn to judge whether my master teaches me good manners or not. I'll say it again, either take me to see Dao Qingyun, or call Dao Qingyun to see me!" Daolin stepped forward and said with great momentum.
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"Xiao Qu'er went to call someone, saying that someone came to the house to cause trouble. I want to see who dares to be so arrogant in the imperial capital." The steward said with a slight tilt of his head.
Xiaoqu'er nodded quickly, turned around and ran towards the house.
"Boy! I advise you to be sensible and leave quickly, otherwise you won't be able to leave for a while." The steward said arrogantly.
"Jie Jiu, have you seen that even a servant of this Taoist family is so arrogant and domineering and does things indiscriminately? Do you think I should save face for him?" Dolin turned to look at Ji Jiu and said.
"You go ahead and do it, I'll accompany you." Jijiu glanced at Dolin and said expressionlessly.
"Okay! Today is boring anyway, so let's have some fun with the Taoists!" Dolin turned back to look at the steward, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"What are you going to do?" The steward was a little embarrassed by Daolin's look, and subconsciously took a few steps back.
"Dao...Qing...yun...come...come...me...me...I...I..." Daolin took a deep breath and shouted directly, and his voice spread far under the inner force.
"Boy! Don't you know what's good and what's good!" The steward raised his hand and was about to slap Dolin.
Dolin's eyes widened with anger, and the steward was so frightened that he quickly retracted his hand.
At this moment, footsteps came from inside the door, and there were definitely many people listening to the movement.
"Who dares to come to the Taoist house to cause trouble!" An angry shout rang out, and a young man appeared at the door with a group of people.
When Daolin saw the person coming, he felt funny in his heart. Isn't this person the same Dao Xingchen who was brought to Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon's abode to cause trouble by the Taoist party? He was known as the strongest among the younger generation of Taoists.
When he first came to Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon to stand up for Dao Fang, he was at the eighth level of Qi Dynasty. Looking at his pace now, his strength should have improved a lot.
"Who do I think it is? It turns out to be your boy." Dao Xingchen came to the door and saw that the person coming was Daolin, with a disdainful expression on his face.
"According to your age, you should call me brother. You kid...your kid...is this how your family teaches you the rules and etiquette?" Although Daolin's words were addressed to Dao Xingchen, he was looking at the steward.
"Young Master, this man just called the master by his first name, and his words were extremely arrogant. He also asked the young master to teach him a lesson." The steward bowed to Dao Xingchen and said.
"Don't worry, since he dares to come, I will never let him go back." Dao Xingchen said with a cold smile.
"Can you handle it?" asked the alcohol-free messenger.
Daolin gave him a reassuring gesture behind his back. At first, he was only at the ninth-grade Kaiyuan realm, but now he was already at the seventh-grade Qi Dynasty, on par with Dao Xingchen.
"I didn't go looking for you, but you came to the door yourself. Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson and avenge Daofang." After Dao Xingchen said this, he waved his hand and a coiled dragon stick appeared in his hand.
Daolin did not retreat but moved forward, directly facing Dao Xingchen with his two swords in both hands.
The Panlong Stick is a relatively comprehensive weapon, capable of long-range attack, close combat, and defense, so Dao Xingchen is not afraid of Daolin's close approach.
Dao Xingchen held a long stick in his hand and beat him with a short stick. Daolin blocked the attack with his two swords, and the two of them were at war in a short time.
Although the battle was fierce, neither of them used their internal strength, they just competed in martial arts.
In terms of martial arts, Daolin is no worse than Dao Xingchen. Since he learned three sword techniques in one go last night, his skill with the sword has obviously improved.
As the two continued to fight, Dao Xingchen unexpectedly found that he could not defeat Daolin, so he secretly began to use his internal power.
The Coiling Dragon Staff swung violently towards Daolin's head and drew it away. Daolin raised the blood mist in his left hand to block, but this blow actually knocked Daolin backwards.
Dolin staggered a few steps to the side, his left hand going numb from the shock.
"How despicable!" Dolin shook his numb left hand and rushed forward again. This time he no longer held back, and poured his inner energy into the two swords. One sword emitted blood-red gas, and the other one also glowed golden.
"Boom!" The blood mist and the dragon-coiling stick collided together. In addition to sparks flying, the collision of internal forces also made an ear-splitting sound.
This time, they both took a step back at the same time.
"This is impossible!" Dao Xingchen looked at Daolin like he was looking at a monster. He could feel Daolin's internal strength that was not weaker than his own when they met just now.
"Nothing is impossible!" How could Daolin give Dao Xingchen a chance to bully him while he was in a daze?
The two swords slid so fast that Dao Xingchen couldn't figure it out and could only passively resist.
He originally wanted to try his hand at Dao Xingchen. After all, the newly learned three sword skills needed to be refined, and Dao Xingchen was a good whetstone.
But his idea was good, but the reality taught him a hard lesson. There was no way to practice the "Tai Yi Huang Ji Sword Technique". After all, Tai Yi Huang Ji's true energy was just a little bit, and he couldn't activate the technique at all.
The "Tai Shang Xuan Kong Sword Technique" cannot be used easily, so at this time, Daolin could only use the "Canglan Sword Technique".
At this time, this move is the first move of "Canglan Sword Technique", stacking waves, slashing with a sharp knife, each sword is heavier than the last, each sword is superimposed with the previous power, not only that, every falling of the sword will interrupt
The opponent's internal energy is condensed, which means that this sword technique will not only superimpose damage, but also break the enemy's internal energy.
As Daolin slashed the forty-fourth sword, he felt that his internal strength was a bit too much. At the same time, he also knew that the forty-five sword strike was his limit so far.
After struggling to cut out the forty-fifth knife, Daolin suddenly stopped his hand and flew backward lightly, keeping distance from Dao Xingchen.
At this time, Dao Xingchen was still waving the dragon short stick. For a moment, he didn't realize that Daolin had stopped. He didn't stop until someone reminded him.
Dao Xingchen looked at Daolin while leaning on the coiled dragon stick. At this time, his chest was heaving violently. From now on, he has been in a passive state. Daolin's knife was fast and fierce. Each knife was stronger than the last. Later, every knife fell.
His hands were numb from the shock. If Daolin hadn't stopped his hand, he might have been chopped to the ground by now.
"How is it? Are you convinced?" Dolin said contemptuously. At this time, he was secretly recovering his internal strength. The consumption just now was really too much for him.
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A series of knife marks, this knife directly chopped the Panlong Staff.