The Taoist was tall, with long eyebrows and slender eyes. A strand of silver beard was floating on his chest. His eyes were opening and closing, and his eyes were flashing. At a glance, he knew that he was a master of the family. At this time, Lu Feng and Ma Long had been helped into the cabin by Xu Yun.
"Are you Tuobatian who disturbed my Qingxiu?"
"It's Tuobatian, but when will I disturb your Qingxiu?"
"Didn't you just bully my disciple here with the 'Great Power'?"
"Old Taoist Master, you must be reasonable when you speak. When did I bully your disciple? It was a few of them who provoked me unreasonably and then attacked me violently. I was just acting in self-defense."
"The facts are before my eyes. All I can see is that my disciple is injured and lying on the ground, his life and death unknown, but you are standing here fine."
"You only see the effect. Do you see the cause?"
"How could my disciple, who has always been well-behaved, cause trouble for no reason?"
"Damn, you perverted old man. Just now, I respectfully called you Taoist Priest. It seems super redundant. You don't care about everything and only favor your disciples. Why do you have a high posture to teach me?"
The old man's face suddenly darkened: "Junior, are you talking to an elder like this?"
"I respect others as much as I respect them. Since you are so unreasonable, why should I be polite to you anymore?"
"Junior, you are too arrogant."
"Old guy, you are so shameless. I should have thought that since the apprentice is so bad, the master will never be any better. It is because the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked."
The old Taoist priest's face changed with anger, "You dare to insult me?"
Dugu Baitian said without any sign of weakness: "Old guy, I didn't insult you, I was trying to reason with you. Do you want to hear what happened?"
"It doesn't matter if you don't listen to me."
"If you don't listen, forget it. Then I'll take my leave." He turned around and left.
The old Taoist stepped forward and blocked Dugu Baitian's path.
"What do you want to do, old man?"
"How can it be so cheap for a kid to want to walk away so arrogantly after injuring someone?"
"What do you want?"
"Go over and kowtow to my disciple and confess your sins, and I might even spare your life."
"You perverted old man, just dream about your mother. Why should I kowtow to you and confess my sins? You are sick and I am not. You can dream here by yourself. I have to leave."
The old Taoist's face turned blue with anger. "Where are you going, kid?" He reached out and grabbed Dugu Baitian's shoulder with lightning speed.
Dugu Baitian hurriedly ducked to the side. Although his grasp was empty, the strong wind blew by and caused burning pain on his shoulder.
Dugu Baitian was furious: "Old guy, are you being unreasonable? If you want to fight, just tell me that I will accompany you. Why are you so pretentious?"
"Quack... Junior, you are dead and no one dares to talk to me like this. If I don't capture you today, how can I, the Silver Bearded Taoist, walk on the mainland in the future?"
Dugu Baitian said: "Old Zamao, since you are so unreasonable, I have nothing to say. But before I do anything, I have a few words to ask you."
"Okay, can you ask?"
Dugu Baitian said: "Who are you people?"
"Since you have seen the Flying Flowers, Flying Leaves and Falling Heaven Skill, you still don't know who we are?"
"I know nonsense, but I'm still asking you." Since He and Laodao have fallen out with each other, Dugu Baitian is willing to speak out and he no longer has any worries at all.
The old Taoist was so angry that the veins on his forehead were popping. "Junior, how dare you talk to me like this? I'll make you understand better. Listen carefully. We are from the Qingfeng Empire's Luotian Palace."
Dugu Baitian was shocked. He had heard Xuanxuan say that this sect was not easy to mess with. He didn't expect that he would kick such a big iron plate. But since he had already kicked the iron plate, it was useless. Besides, wearing the iron plate anyway
As long as you can escape with the imitation mask, you have nothing to fear.
"Old Taoist, I think your Flying Flowers, Flying Leaves and Falling Sky Skill is very good. I wonder if you have the secret book of this skill with you?"
"Why didn't you ask this question?"
"Because I want to learn from you and see how pleasant it is to use your flower and leaf technique to relieve the heat on such a hot day!"
"It really pisses me off."
"Listen carefully to the third question."
"You guys talk so much nonsense, so hurry up and ask."
Dugu Baitian asked: "Why are you still alive in the world if you are so shameless? Why haven't you been killed?"
"Young man, you are seeking death." He said and rushed towards Dugu Baitian.
Dugu Baitian finally understood the reason why this old Taoist had not been destroyed by others. Strength spoke for itself. The old Taoist's kung fu was infinitely superior to that of his three disciples. His palm power was strong and he felt a strong wind blowing against his face from far away.
Dugu Baitian didn't believe Xie and slapped the old Taoist in the palm of his hand.
With a "pang" sound, he was suddenly knocked out and his body crashed into the cabin. With a "squeak", he knocked over something. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. The palm of his hand was so painful that it was about to break. The blood in his chest was churning and he felt abnormal.
He was seriously injured for the first time since then. He took a deep breath and silently performed the Nine Turns Kung Fu, and immediately felt much better.
Dugu Baitian stood up unsteadily and walked out of the cabin and said: "Old Zamao is indeed much more powerful than your apprentice. Come again." As he said this, he pulled out the long sword under his ribs. He did not dare to touch the old Taoist with his palm again this time.
The secret loss made him understand the truth that he must not be too conceited.
"How do you feel, kid? Let me give you a taste of my flying flowers, flying leaves and falling sky skills." As he said this, his whole body suddenly became cold and cold. The ice and snow leaves flying all over the sky were completely different from the wind. The petals were blooming and crystal clear, and the falling leaves were falling.
The dazzling and powerful cold aura locked Dugu Baitian tightly, and the endless chill came straight towards him.
Dugu Baitian felt a deep sense of fear in his heart. He felt that death was approaching him. He used the nine-turn technique to the limit and raised his sword to strike at Lao Dao.
The snow-white palm of the old Taoist was shining brightly around his body. His white jade-like right palm slapped the back of the sword and the sword broke with a "snap". A bone-chilling chill rushed towards his forearm along the broken sword.
He quickly threw away the broken sword. But the chill continued to spread upward, as if half of his body had fallen into an ice cellar.
The old Taoist didn't pursue him anymore and just stood there and sneered at him.
Dugu Baitian knew that he had become a prey waiting to be slaughtered. The old man stopped chasing him and just wanted to see his painful expression. He worked hard to use the nine-turn technique to resist the chill. He felt that the part of the nine-turn technique was the part that Ming Wang could not move.
The key to luck has an innate restraint effect on this coldness. He was very happy that as long as he had time, he would be able to force this coldness out. The most important thing now was to escape from here and find a secret place to practice martial arts and heal his injuries.
But how can a veteran with such force break through his defense?
Suddenly he remembered the adventure in the underground palace - a shocking blow.
Dugu Baitian suddenly remembered that shocking blow that could destroy the world. It was a blow condensed from the essence of the martial arts of a peerless master. He kept thinking about the peerless martial arts that swallowed up mountains and rivers and made the sun and the moon eclipse.
His whole person's temperament changed, and his whole body was full of vitality. His clothes were being stirred up, and his clothes were fluttering and flying automatically in the absence of wind. He stood there like a mountain, like a demon god looking down on all living beings, flying domineering and domineering.
Dugu Baitian's momentum continued to rise, and the monstrous fighting spirit in his heart was rising crazily. "I will be at the top of the mountain and see all the small mountains." His momentum finally reached the top, and his heart was filled with the pride of fighting against heaven and earth. Even if the sky is full of gods and Buddhas,
He was confident that they would disappear before his eyes.