Three hundred and eighty-one, what! You want to compare swordsmanship with me?
The master of Mingdao Temple, who had always been extremely anxious, hoping that the two of them could give up and make peace, saw Bai Sheng fight back brazenly, rebounding Lin Xiao's Zhongtian Ziwei Shocking Light Thunder Formation, blasting the man into a semi-crippled form.
Finally, he sighed quietly and gave up trying to persuade the two of them.
Yan Cang's eyebrows turned extremely ugly. No matter Lin Xiao or Bai Sheng, they all came to help Master Mingdao Temple. She knew very well that as long as her junior sister had either of these two men as her backer, she would
She should never try to take back the position of the master of Mingdao Temple in her lifetime, let alone there are two of them now. She sighed, resigned to her fate in her heart, and sat down cross-legged on the ground, waiting for the matter to be understood.
The moment Lin Xiao realized what he had done, his face suddenly turned extremely red. His face was as pink as before, and his skin was more delicate than that of a girl. When he turned red, it was really obvious. Bai Sheng smiled softly.
With the light of his sword, the starlight changed at his feet. Although he beat Lin Xiao into a very embarrassing state with one blow, this person was a disciple of Xuanhe Mountain after all, the number one in the world, so we, Mr. Bai Niao Sheng, would not be careless at all.
Lin Xiao took a deep breath, his face suddenly turned pale, and in the next moment his face returned to normal. Lin Xiao took out a fish bone porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a pill, swallowed it casually, and then
He just closed his eyes, and the next moment Bai Sheng's eyes almost popped out of his head. Because he saw that Lin Xiao's broken hands and feet were slowly growing back. This kind of unnatural thing was beyond his time travel.
All the common sense gained after arriving in the world of Jambudvipa.
"What this guy swallowed must be an elixir. It is definitely not an ordinary elixir. Only elixirs of this level can make the severed limbs grow back. The so-called top-grade elixir promotes longevity, the middle-grade elixir increases cultivation, and the low-grade elixir increases spiritual power."
Pills are already very rare, and top-grade divine pills are just legends. Where did this guy find a bottle of elixir here?"
Bai Sheng originally wanted to kill him, but there was a slight movement in his heart, and he secretly thought: "Originally, I severely injured him, which is already an insatiable hatred, but he has such an elixir, this hatred will not be so big. If there is no one around,
, it’s enough if I kill this guy, or if I accidentally kill him just now, it’s all over, but it’s a bit inappropriate to kill him now.”
After Lin Xiao swallowed this elixir, not only did his limbs grow again, but his vitality was also replenished and returned to its peak state. He first smiled at Bai Sheng, then actually bowed and said thank you.
words, and then said: "Lin was a little arrogant just now, which led to such a big defeat. However, after suffering a loss at the hands of fellow Taoist Duan Gui, Lin Xiao also regained his Taoist heart. This was also thanks to fellow Taoist's ruthless actions."
Spicy, it makes someone wake up."
Lin Xiao said it calmly, but Bai Sheng was shocked. If Lin Xiao was so angry, Bai Sheng would not be afraid of him. But Lin Xiao immediately regained his composure, and his Taoist heart was perfect again, and he was in the fastest time.
He recovered his magic power, swallowed the elixir, and regrown his hands and feet. Everything was done smoothly and naturally. This was an extremely difficult enemy to deal with. Although Lin Xiao's tone was calm, there was not a little bit of resentment in his tone. He was determined to
He looked at Bai Sheng intently for a while, then suddenly smiled and said: "We are all disciples of one of the seven sects of the Sword Immortal. Although we competed just now, the competition was all about magic, which is quite inappropriate for our status. Lin
I won the first place in the Sixteen-Character Ranking Conference, and I know that the younger generation in the world has no rivals. Today I met Dao Brother Duan Gui, and suddenly my hands were itchy. How about we try another way and compete in swordsmanship?"
"What! You want to compete with me in swordsmanship?"
Bai Sheng had heard people challenge him in swordsmanship countless times in his life. There was only one time when he didn't dare to challenge him and turned around and ran away. That time was when he was getting famous in Shushan 2, but he accidentally met someone from the Minjiang sect.
The leader of the gang was the drunken green bull. This old bull was also the master of swordsmanship and traveled across Shushan. Bai Sheng saw that he was eager to hunt and raised a challenge. The drunken green bull said this at the time...
"Hahahaha! If you want to compete with me in sluttiness, sluttiness, coquettishness, and character, I might be more humble. But in terms of cheapness, do you think there is anyone in the world who can compete with me? Oh oh oh oh
, Hahahaha..." What followed was a meaningless burst of laughter! The melody was ups and downs, comparable to an ancient divine song called "Uneasiness".
Bai Sheng muttered in his heart at that time: "I am competing for swordsmanship, not for inferiority. I will give up if I compete with inferiority! Who dares to compete with you like this in Shushan 2..."
The drunken green cow laughed wildly for seven minutes, and Bai Sheng turned around and left at six and a half minutes. From then on, when he encountered that cheap cow, he would hide whenever he could, not because he was afraid of him, but because he was worried that he would also degenerate into that.
What a piece of shit. That guy's laughter was so contagious that after that meeting, Bai Sheng couldn't help but make similar strange noises several times when discussing things with his colleagues in the company.
Bai Sheng switched his equipment almost immediately. The Xingxiu Temple was replaced by the Golden Xia Banner. He raised his hand and summoned the two flying swords of Zhanyun and Caiyun. He also asked unwillingly: "Fellow Taoist Lin Xiao is indeed the
Do you want to have a sword duel with me?"
Lin Xiao saw that Bai Sheng's reaction was so strange, but he quickly released the flying sword and put away the extremely powerful magic weapon. He couldn't help but think slightly: "Why did he react when he heard that I was competing with swords?"
So weird? But he released the flying sword so quickly, it doesn't seem like he is afraid of me... Who cares about him! As long as it's a swordsmanship competition, among the younger generation in the world, who else can be my opponent? Even Xuan Su and Yun Wan
Zhou Zhou, none of these geniuses can withstand three moves under my sword. Even if Duan Gui has other means, as long as I have a sword in my hand, I am more afraid of the gods and ghosts of heaven and earth. No matter what his skills are, I will
Kill it with one sword!"
Lin Xiaozhengrong said: "Exactly! You and I are both from the lineage of Sword Immortals, disciples of the seven major sects. Sword fighting is the right way!"
Bai Sheng replied hurriedly: "Exactly, exactly! We should compete with swords! Just now, we competed with swords, compared with lightning methods, competed with spells, and competed with magic weapons. They were all really crooked. Competition with swords is better,
I love sword duels the most. Last time I had a sword duel with Senior Brother Sima Yi, he even said that my sword skills have improved!"
When Lin Xiao heard Bai Sheng mention Sima Yi, he couldn't help but smile and thought to himself: "Your ninth senior brother Sima Yi is not my enemy at all. He praised you for your progress. Even if it is a huge improvement, what can it be?"
What’s the point? I’ll get back the humiliation you gave me just now with my sword skills!”
Master Mingdao was already desperate, but the situation changed far beyond her expectation. In just a short time, the two of them went from fighting to death to being polite and even competing with each other on swordsmanship. Master Mingdao really didn't know what to do.
Well, I could only quietly turn down the escape light, call all the disciples of my Mingdaoan lineage, and glance at senior sister Yan Cang who was sitting cross-legged to protect the seven disciples, and she felt a little at peace.
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