Hearing Zhang Daoran's words, Zhang Yan glared at him fiercely.
This bastard dared to do this in front of her. Did he take her daughter seriously?
Wu Xiaoyu on the stage was even more ashamed and angry, her phoenix eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed past her.
"Stinky Taoist priest, you didn't take action, and you still don't know who died at whose hands?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Xiaoyu moved and rushed towards Zhang Daoran.
She stepped on tiger steps and pounced on Zhang Daoran like a fierce tiger, and even let out a deep tiger roar.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yan and others were frightened and fell back, obviously frightened by Wu Xiaoyu.
However, Zhang Daoran chuckled and shook his head and said: "Although you have practiced Xingyiquan well, the gap between our realms cannot be made up by relying solely on your fists!"
As he spoke, Zhang Daoran waved his whisk.
As soon as the fly whisk moved, it was like a white spiritual snake, breaking Wu Xiaoyu's boxing skills.
"How can it be?"
Wu Xiaoyu was shocked. Her cannon punch just now was powerful enough to break gold and gravel, but Zhang Daoran easily neutralized her attack with just one hand and a whisk!
"If we are the same age, I am far from your opponent. But there is a big age difference between you and me, and your level is not as good as mine. If we really want to fight, you can't possibly defeat me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Daoran grabbed Wu Xiaoyu's leg and kicked him in the temple.
"Tsk, this skin is so flexible!"
Zhang Daoran's fingers gently rubbed Wu Xiaoyu's calf, making Wu Xiaoyu so angry that she wanted to curse.
How can this Taoist priest be more wretched than Jiang Xiaofan?!
No, Jiang Xiaofan is the purest person she has ever met since she left the family! Jiang Xiaofan is just a talker, but everyone else is a super pervert!
"Go to hell you!"
As a talented girl from the Guwu family, Wu Xiaoyu naturally cannot be so weak.
Although one of her feet was held by Zhang Daoran, she managed to break free from Zhang Daoran's hand with a little effort.
Zhang Daoran frowned. Logically speaking, it was impossible for Wu Xiaoyu to escape if he caught him like that.
But the force Wu Xiaoyu used just now made her as slippery as a loach. He didn't notice and let Wu Xiaoyu escape just like that.
At this moment, another gust of wind came, and Zhang Daoran saw Wu Xiaoyu appear in front of him at some point, and a fist shadow was hitting him in the face.
“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities!”
Zhang Daoran sneered, his left hand turned into a claw, and he grabbed directly at the fist shadow.
In his opinion, his realm is stronger than that of Wu Xiaoyu, and he is enough to defeat all laws with one force.
But at the next moment, Wu Xiaoyu suddenly turned his fist into a palm, and then quickly vibrated at a strange frequency.
"not good!"
Zhang Daoran's hair stood on end because he felt an inexplicable sense of crisis.
He tapped the ground with his toes and wanted to retreat quickly. But before he could retreat even one meter, a thunderous sound suddenly sounded from Wu Xiaoyu's palm.
"Thunder in the Palm!"
"Ahhh!"
Zhang Daoran screamed, even though he had just retreated one meter and blocked it with his hands.
But Wu Xiaoyu's palm thunder still hit his face. At this moment, a full third of his face was turned into a bloody mess.
"Damn it! Damn it! You stinking bitch, I want to make you into a puppet!"
Zhang Daoran quickly stepped back and glared at Wu Xiaoyu with a pair of eyes.
Although the injuries on his face were just superficial injuries to him, based on his recovery ability, it would probably take less than a month for him to recover as before.
But just now, he was really only one step away from death!
If he had been hit by Wu Xiaoyu's palm lightning before he could retreat in time, he might not only have had his face damaged, but his entire head would have exploded.
However, one thing that makes Zhang Daoran happy is that Wu Xiaoyu, who used this move, has unstable aura and a pale face.
Obviously, the move she just performed caused a great loss to herself. What's more, Wu Xiaoyu still has old injuries on her body!
"Today, even if I die together with you, don't even think about hurting Jingyuan and the others!"
Although Wu Xiaoyu's breath was weak, she still looked at Zhang Daoran firmly.
The move just now was one of her trump cards. She really felt regretful that she didn't kill Zhang Daoran.
But if Zhang Daoran wants to continue fighting with her, then she must fight to the end!
Zhang Daoran stopped and said slowly: "Originally, I wanted to keep you alive so that I can practice. But since you are so stubborn, I have no choice but to send you down personally!"
After saying that, Zhang Daoran changed his left hand to hold the whisk, and with his right hand, he pulled out the Dao sword behind him.
This Dao sword was one meter long, and when it was pulled out, it made a clear dragon roar.
Zhang Daoran held it horizontally in front of him. The blade of this Dao sword reflected Zhang Daoran's ferocious face on one side, and Wu Xiaoyu's determined face on the other.
"You are lucky to die under my 'Capture the Dragon'!"
The moment Zhang Daoran held the sword, his whole temperament changed instantly.
If before, he looked like a Taoist priest, then now, he looks like a swordsman.
A cold-blooded, ruthless, cruel swordsman who regards human life as nothing!
But this is not enough to scare Wu Xiaoyu away!
"Stop talking nonsense and take the move!"
Wu Xiaoyu shouted sharply and rushed directly to Zhang Daoran.
But Zhang Daoran was faster than her. When Wu Xiaoyu was two meters closer to him, his right hand suddenly moved.
"call out!"
The people around could not see anything clearly. They only saw Wu Xiaoyu approaching Zhang Daoran quickly, and then being stabbed back by Zhang Daoran with a sword.
And there was blood dripping from her forearm.
"Damn it, this stinking Taoist priest has such a fast sword!"
Wu Xiaoyu gritted his teeth, but was powerless.
She didn't have her weapon with her, otherwise she could have fought with Zhang Daoran. But the problem now is that she couldn't even get close to Zhang Daoran, let alone kill Zhang Daoran.
"I practiced my swordsmanship in the insect room. Do you know the insect room? It is a small, airtight room with countless insects walking around."
Zhang Daoran gently stroked his Dao sword, as if he was stroking the woman he loved most.
"I put spices on my body that attract bugs, and as soon as I walked in, all kinds of bugs immediately pounced on me like crazy."
"Under that kind of environment, I had no other choice but to rely on the sword in my hand to kill all those disgusting bugs with one sword after another!"
"At first, my whole body was covered with bites from various bugs. But later, all the bugs couldn't even come within one meter of me."
"So, what are you going to fight me for? The next time I swing my sword, I'm going to kill you. Can you dodge it?"
Zhang Daoran slowly walked towards Wu Xiaoyu, the 'Capturing the Dragon' Dao sword in his hand made a soft sound, as if he felt the master's mood.