After Cao Feng finished speaking, there was silence in the room.
The young Taoist priest who forgot his true views thought he had heard wrongly.
He turned to look at the elders of the Hanshan Sect beside him.
The other party opened his mouth, but in the end no sound came out, he just smiled bitterly.
The Taoist priest turned slightly stiffly and looked back at Hui Tianyu and Cao Feng.
He laughed angrily: "What did you call Pindao just now?"
At this time, Hui Tianyu stepped forward and answered before Cao Feng: "Senior Brother Cao is just paraphrasing the exact words. He himself has no disrespect to the Taoist priest."
The young Taoist priest sneered, but seemed to disdain to follow Tianyu and Cao Feng back to his peers. Instead, he turned to look at the Hanshan Sect elder.
"Let's take what they say as true. What are your plans for your party?"
The old man let out a long breath: "I can't decide this matter. It depends on the decision of the leader of our sect."
Seeing Cao Feng appear, the old man had an ominous premonition in his heart.
Cao Feng is a rough-and-tumble man, reckless and arrogant, and he is dissatisfied with many people who forget his true nature.
It was him who came down the mountain. It was clear at a glance what the mountain meant.
The young Taoist priest sneered and said, "I said earlier that I would ask the head of your family to come and meet in person. Now where are the others?"
He looked around at the people around him: "It seems that I have found a new backer to give you the confidence to abandon your original view?"
Cao Feng also sneered: "Taoist Master's words are serious. Our sect has found a backer, but it is not a new backer."
"Senior Brother Cao..." Hui Tianyu didn't want to directly conflict with the other sect.
But Cao Feng waved his hand: "Simply speak frankly."
He looked at the disciples in front of him:
"How has your faction ever become our backer? They just treat us like cattle."
The disciple of Wangzhen Guan laughed and said: "It's rare for someone who doesn't know the heights of the sky to have some self-awareness."
Cao Feng chuckled: "You are the one who has no self-awareness. Compared with Chang'an City, you are so forgetful that you are not even worthy of carrying your shoes."
"Haha, it just swallowed up the Tang army from a county in Longbei."
The young Taoist priest shook his head: "However, you are quite frank."
At the same time as he praised him, his smile faded.
But at this moment, in the eyes of the three people from the Hanshan Sect, his body shape suddenly became illusory, twisting and twisting, like a cloud of smoke, about to disappear on the spot.
At the same time, behind Cao Feng, there was no sound, and there seemed to be clouds floating in the air, condensing into an arm.
Half of the Taoist robe sleeves were put on his arms, and his five fingers stood side by side, poking at the back of Cao Feng's neck.
The clouds and smoke change, and the hand knife strikes. The movement seems gentle and slow, but in fact it is as fast as lightning.
Cao Feng and the others, who have practiced martial arts for many years, did not even have time to notice such a sudden and hidden move.
However, they don't need to notice.
At the moment when the figure of the young Taoist priest in front of him changed, the long sword at Cao Feng's waist was unsheathed.
Like lightning piercing the night sky, Cao Feng's sword was faster than the opponent's sneak attack!
The young Taoist priest was shocked.
He is the direct descendant of Wangzhen Guan.
He has mastered the master's Taoist magic of phantom smoke and its beauty.
Wangzhen Temple was one of the four holy places of Taoist masters in the Eastern Tang Dynasty, and the secret knowledge it taught was naturally exquisite.
Smoke and clouds change, and everything changes in an instant.
The Hanshan Sect is nothing more than a small mountain force in Qinzhou Prefecture, Longbei County.
Hanshan Sword Technique has some merits in the eyes of disciples of Wangzhen Guan, but that's all.
The two sides fought, and the inheritance of Hanshan Sect was undoubtedly crushed by the secret knowledge of Wangzhen Guan.
Normally, when the young Taoist priest performs the magic smoke move, his whole person turns into clouds and disappears on the spot.
Then he appeared behind Cao Feng and used the dragon-jabbing hand in Taoist boxing to hit the back of Cao Feng's neck, breaking his cervical vertebrae on the spot.
The strength of the three Hanshan sect could not touch the corners of his clothes at all.
He followed the same pattern and killed all three madmen in front of him one at a time.
This is how it should be.
But now, Cao Feng's sword strike was obviously faster than the young Taoist priest expected.
He used the Phantom Smoke to transform, and before his body completely disappeared, Cao Feng thrust out with a lightning sword.
As he rushed forward, he dodged the Taoist's dragon-jabbing hand from behind.
Then a sword stabbed the young Taoist priest's body, which was still in place but had not completely disappeared.
No blood was spilled.
The clouds and smoke suddenly broke and drifted away, like bubbles in a dream.
The young Taoist priest's dragon-jabbing hand missed Cao Feng.
Cao Feng's sword also failed.
But the young Taoist priest broke out in a cold sweat.
Fortunately he was cautious.
Before falling out, he would habitually secretly perform an illusion technique.
The spell reversed light and shadow, blinding the perception of the three Hanshan sect members, causing them to misjudge the position of the young Taoist priest.
Only then did Cao Feng's sword miss.
At this moment, the magic of illusion was cracked, and the true figure of the young Taoist priest appeared on the side.
The hand that poked the dragon failed, and he urgently needed to change his moves.
However, two more electric lights lighting up the night sky suddenly flashed.
The Taoist priest only had time to block one of the "lightning bolts".
But another bolt of lightning-like sword light penetrated his shoulder blade and pinned the Taoist priest directly to the wall of the room.
He looked at Hui Tianyu in front of him in shock: "The swordsmanship of the three of you is not the Hanshan swordsmanship!"
Just now, it was Hui Tianyu and the Hanshan Sect elder who drew swords together with Cao Feng.
Now that we've already started, there's no need to hold back, the three of us will go all out together.
The identical Night Jinghong Sword lit up the night sky three times with lightning, killing the young Taoist priest by surprise.
Cao Feng walked up to the other party and patted the Taoist priest's cheek with a smile:
"I said you are not the backer, Chang'an City is. Now do you understand why?"
His face was full of joy and excitement.
Although the opponent was not injured by his sword, if the opponent had not been cautious and prepared a phantom technique early to guard against it, Cao Feng's first sword might have directly achieved success.
The other party is not a descendant of Shanhutang or Pili Sect, but a direct descendant of the Taoist Holy Land Wangzhen Guan.
As a result, he was injured by the Jinghong Sword in the Dark Night.
Chang'an City is truly unfathomable.
If my family can accomplish more meritorious deeds, will there be more and better rewards?
Just thinking about it made Cao Feng feel dizzy.
"Save his life first, take him back to Chang'an, and leave it to Mr. Wu to deal with." Hui Tianyu said calmly from the side.
The Hanshan Sect elder looked at the young Taoist priest with a slightly complicated expression, but in the end he nodded: "That's exactly what it should be."
He called Tianyu and Cao Feng back to take them up the mountain first, while he himself gathered the Hanshan Sect disciples who had returned to Qinzhou Mansion.
Next, there may be another war, and the Hanshan Sect may not be suitable to stay in Qinzhou for the time being.
They have to wait until the winner between Chang'an City and Wangzhen Guan is determined before they can make a comeback.
The group of people returned to the city, and the Wang Zhen Guan disciple was escorted in front of Mr. Wu Yun, who was dressed in black.
Zhang Dongyun glanced at the young Taoist priest, with a faint smile on his lips.