The middle-aged warrior in a white shirt fell and flew out. He kicked his feet several steps, breathing heavily. His face that originally had a calm smile turned red from the heat.
He felt that the eyes around him had turned from curiosity and admiration to ridicule, and he could no longer hold back.
Whoop whoosh!
Bang! Finally, he tightened his fists tightly and said calmly:
"The Taoist priest is great, but I am inferior to you. Take your leave!"
The next moment, he stepped out, and his back sank into the crowd, disappearing without a trace.
Off the court, everyone was speechless.
I thought that the person in charge would be a master, otherwise he would not be the first to stand up. Although everyone rarely heard each other's name, Guangyong is so big that there are always some lone rangers, who are very hidden.
But at the moment, it seems that he is trying to fish in troubled waters or is arrogant.
Really boring.
On the field, Taoist Jiang kept a straight face and did not give the opponent a good look the whole time. He was extremely decisive in his attack and defeated him in less than ten moves. He was like a defeated dog.
It seemed unkind, but only he knew that in a sense, this action was to save the reckless Feiyue disciple.
He turned around and looked not far behind him. A group of elders from the Taoist sect gathered together, some with their hands folded, some with their backs behind their backs. All in all, they were very indifferent and had warm smiles. However, in the past few days of preparing for the ceremony, he had spent a lot of time with these elders.
He knew very well that these people were very angry now.
Especially the one on the left, who was so angry that he almost laughed out loud. Under the smiling expression on his face, a pair of eyes were so cold that it made people shudder.
In the eyes of Taoist Jiang, this Taoist who was over fifty years old made him tremble.
well……
He hurriedly turned around. It was just a matter of others. He knew very well what kind of temper his master was. I was afraid that he had already thought about the man who had just wielded a fly whisk to kill him.
'After practicing Taoism for half a lifetime, how come you are so murderous?'
Sometimes Taoist Jiang also wonders if his master has practiced the Sutra on Killing Life behind his disciples' backs. Sometimes he simply doesn't look like a Taoist priest.
Fortunately, he took action early and stood up, otherwise this martial arts debate might have developed in an unpredictable direction.
Blood splattered three feet from the beginning. Why bother? It doesn't look good no matter how much it falls on the Taoist facade.
To say that he is discouraged? That is even more impossible. Taoist Jiang is someone who values Haiyunguan very highly, and this time, with more efforts, Haiyunguan stands out from the leading Taoist sects in other counties and becomes the leader of the discussion.
The protagonist of the first martial arts performance in Wushu.
It's a good time to make a name for yourself.
This is how it should be.
'Fortunately, my actions can be regarded as improving the reputation of the Taoist temple, and it will not be a waste.'
Thinking in his mind, he was deciding whether to continue following the process or just pick one and continue the comparison.
The martial arts discussion is much shorter than the Tao discussion, only half a day.
Just as he was thinking about it, his thoughts were interrupted by a bang, and then he saw a figure jumping out.
"Your Excellency, are you a high disciple of Haiyun Temple? I'm Zhao Zhongyun of the Iron Fist Sect, and I'm here to ask for advice."
The figure has arrived, and the person who came is a burly man, with rough fists and calluses.
Without thinking too much, Taoist Jiang untied his sleeves and robe and got into a posture to deal with it.
…
Click!
"This shortbread is good." Chen Yu squatted on a wooden chair not far from the venue. His eyesight was much better than that of others and he could easily see the scenery in the venue.
"It looks good too."
Taoist Jiang is not bad in strength. As the second senior brother of Haiyunguan, although he looks serious, there is also a hidden side of compassion and concern for the country and the people. But when it comes to the martial arts of protecting the Tao, he is indeed better than those outside who have not received it.
The stragglers who are led by seniors and don't even have a complete volume of skills are much stronger.
A set of movements flows smoothly and is pleasing to the eye.
The one on the opposite side appears to be much more open and closed, but unfortunately it can't be touched, at most it can be touched by the hem of his sleeve.
However, Chen Yu could still see that neither of them had any intention to kill. Taoist Jiang had been racing for more than a month and had lost a lot of lives on his hands, but now it was just a martial arts debate and he would not use his real skills.
"In this case... I would like to go up and give it a try."
It's not that he wants to be in the limelight, the main reason is that he doesn't know much about the art of protecting the Tao. The martial arts recorded in Yunhe Gong can only be regarded as proficient. Now that he has so many targets to practice with, he still doesn't know how to kill him.
Thinking of this, Chen Yu became even more excited.
If you miss this time, where can you find so many martial arts people to practice with?
What's more, he also wanted to find inspiration from warriors through the fight.
Others may not think so, but in his previous life, he lived in a world without martial arts at all, but he always valued the path of martial arts.
Even if I want to open up a new path, I think I can't do it without the support of martial arts and Taoism.
After thinking about it, Chen Yu decided to take action.
Click!
The last piece of shortbread was stuffed into his mouth. He ate it very sweetly and looked at it very carefully.
…
"Thank you, Taoist Priest...for showing mercy!"
As expected, Taoist Jiang won again, but it was different from before. Now he smiled and clasped his fists in return, and no longer had the feeling of being a stranger.
Seeing that this Taoist priest from Haiyunguan was undefeated, the other warriors were gearing up, their eyes gleaming, and they all wanted to come forward and ask for advice.
At this time, a person familiar to Chen Yu pushed through the crowd and walked up.
He was still wearing the same green shirt, with a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows, piercing eyes, and a masculine and fair face. As soon as he appeared, many warriors outside exclaimed.
Tsing Yi Sword!
The young chivalrous man who was said to have fought against the White Lotus Sect several times, but was defeated in defeat, came from other states for his chivalrous and righteous deeds.
Chen Yu secretly said that indeed, Qian Xuanzhong did not leave Xizhou and was even still in Guangyong Mansion. This may be related to the incident that broke through the White Lotus Sect.
"Is this guy still investigating?"
At that time, Liu Bao once said that he was bribed and ordered by a man with a lotus mark on his wrist to disrupt various places in Xizhou and secretly plot something.
Afterwards, Chen Yu related it to the White Lotus Sect, which was causing a lot of trouble down the mountain. Now that he saw Qian Xuanzhong again, he could ask later if it was Bai Lian who ordered the Jianghu people to massacre the village.
In the field, Qingyi Jian and Taoist Jiang stood still looking at each other.
Bang! Qian Xuanzhong waved his robe, and the air suddenly shook with a ringing sound!
Tongjin Xiaocheng!
I haven't seen him for more than a month, but perhaps another chance encounter occurred during this period. He successfully crossed the threshold and was much stronger than last time.
In fact, the realm is still second. After mastering Rou Jin, he can use many martial arts of the Yuanhua Sect from which he came, and his strength can be said to be doubled.
This is also the reason why the White Lotus Sect has been unable to capture him in recent times.
A few days ago, he first heard that Holy Duke White Lotus was coming to Xizhou. He wanted to go north to have a look. After all, the White Lotus believers in the Guangyong area had captured a lot of people, but he could never find out any valuable information.
As for the extremely beautiful woman with marks on her wrists that Liu Bao mentioned, he had not even seen her. She might have been hiding long ago and would be difficult to find.
However, just a month ago, news came out from Zhengyuan Temple that a Dharma ceremony would be held in Pingcheng, Guangyong Prefecture.
Without thinking much, Qian Xuanzhong decided to stay, because in Baizhou, the most prosperous city in the southwest, Zhai Jiao Dharma gatherings are rare. Most of them are held by a few small sects behind closed doors, and few others can do it.
What you observe.
His eyes returned to the field. After all, Taoist Jiang was much older than Tsing Yi Jian. He first bowed his courtesy, then untied the long sword from his back and suddenly took it out of its sheath.
Obviously, he had heard about the name of the young knight in front of him, and unlike the previous two, he wanted to take it seriously this time.