Chen Zhidong was used to standing high and looking far in the Taoist sect. The difference in status made him forget how long it had been since someone from the Taoist sect dared to talk to him like this.
I have known Jian Chen for a long time, and I know Jian Chen's temper, but I have always been docile when talking to him, Chen Zhidong. Now I almost hit him in the nose by pointing at Sang and Huai. This is already a sign of not letting Shushan and Chen Zhidong go.
It's in the eyes.
Look at the several sect masters sitting around Jian Chen. They all have mocking eyes. Where is the respect from before?
With the anger in his heart, Chen Zhidong smiled, looked at Jian Chen with a slightly cold look, and said: "Master Jian Sect, it is better to be more careful. Although you have a mouth, it is always reasonable for disaster to come from your mouth.
, don’t wait until bad luck surrounds you and regret it before it’s too late.”
Jian Chen nodded, seeming to agree with Chen Zhidong's words, and said: "Clan Master Chen is right. But bad luck doesn't just come from words, but more often from here. In other words, misfortune comes from overestimating one's own abilities.
." Jian Chen said, pointing to his head. The obvious meaning was that there was something wrong with Chen Zhidong's brain, and his thinking was too naive and too simplistic. When talking about bad luck, Jian Chen didn't feel that he was being entangled, but that he was being entangled.
Fucked Chen Zhidong or their ridiculous human-animal alliance.
It doesn't matter whether it's tit-for-tat or testing each other. The verbal confrontation is actually meaningless. It has no other use except to feel more comfortable. In the end, you have to go through it on your hands to know who is more correct.
The bells continued, and the Shushan disciples who read the rules in the audience had finished reading. A representative from each sect came out to draw lots, fight against each other, single round, elimination system. And there are no restrictions on the participants, from the sect leader to the disciples.
You can participate, as long as you have the courage.
Therefore, there are only five people from Longhu Mountain Gate this time including Jian Chen, two elders, two disciples, plus Jian Chen. The two elders and two disciples are ready to go on stage.
What is strange is that Guo Tianjian, who has only been a newcomer for a few years but is old enough, is also on the list. Many monks in the field are confused, thinking that Longhu Mountain is preparing to clean up the family? Otherwise, letting a new disciple come on stage will be a blow to the head.
Donkey kicked?
Facing the gloating or unclear looks from around him, Guo Tianjian kept a calm expression. Naturally, he had the confidence to come. As the first monk in Longhu Mountain Sect to receive Taoist instruction from Xue Wusuan, he could compete with other newcomers.
Disciple competition? He is here to kill people. He feels that this is the first time he will see blood in this competition.
"Dang!"
The gong sounded, and the competition officially began.
In the first round, the scene was a bit uproar. Because the Bohai sect, which was recognized as a small sect that was about to fall out of the Taoist sect, actually wiped out a disciple of a top-ranked sect who was facing it with just three spells. At that time
It was really destroyed, so clean that not even a soul was left behind. The cruelty of the method was already a bit beyond the bottom line. Naturally, it attracted a lot of deep cold.
"Master Liu, is it too much for your disciple to take action?"
The eliminated sect leader of the Shanmen stood up immediately and loudly questioned Liu Tianlang, the sect leader of the Bohai Sect.
Liu Tianlang didn't get up or look back, and said: "Why get excited? If you die, you will die. If you are not convinced and want to avenge your disciples, it's okay. If you ask for the end, I will accompany you. How about it?"
"you!"
The words of the leader of the Bohai Sect were almost exactly the same as those used by Jian Chen to ridicule Wu Nanfang, the leader of the Maoshan Sect. The only difference was the extreme sense of abruptness. Jian Chen, an old man, always had a bad mouth and was notoriously shameless in the Taoist sect.
It’s not unusual to say anything. But the Bohai School is different.
I think the Bohai Sect was once the mainstay of the Taoist sect, but now it has declined to the extreme. It has been almost forty years since Liu Tianlang took over as the sect leader. He has always been quiet and dare not say a word, and greets everyone with a smile for fear of offending. Even though
When someone makes a sarcastic comment, he is submissive and dare not refute.
Such a sect leader who is like a waste in everyone's eyes actually wants to go to the ring to discuss life and death with others before finishing a sentence today? Where does this temper rise so quickly? Where does the confidence come from?
"Okay! Liu Tianlang, don't blame me if you seek death yourself!"
Wu Nanfang was afraid of Jianchen and did not dare to challenge him. The leader of the big sect was not afraid of Liu Tianlang. He was just a small character. Even if he got guidance from Xue, how long would it take? No matter how much his strength increased, would he be able to change the world?
This sect leader is also a member of Shushan, Kunlun and the Monster Clan Alliance. A peach is soft, Jian Chen is not easy to mess with, what can't be touched by Liu Tianlang, a soft peach?
Chen Zhidong and other alliance sect leaders did not say anything. They also wanted to use this to test the confidence of these Xue Wusuan's henchmen in Longhu Mountain.
Liu Tianlang's expression at this time had never been sinister before. He also had a temper. He had been angry for decades, wasn't it just to protect his mountain gate from being destroyed in his own hands? Now he has taken refuge with Mr. Xue,
Everything has become different. Even though there are still few people in the mountain gate now, there is hope for the future. Not only has the strength increased greatly, but also when it is time to take action, why are you still pretending to be a bear? Naturally, I want to have a fun battle, so that
Let out the depression that has been in your heart for many years.
Therefore, Liu Tianlang understood very well the feelings of his disciple who had just killed him. He had been holding back for a long time, so how could he have any room to take action?
Without answering, Liu Tianlang flew off the field directly. He did not occupy the ring, but was standing in an open space not far from the stands. He held a sword in his hand and looked coldly at the leader of the big sect who was clamoring for revenge.
Liu Tianlang set up his stance, and the sect leader couldn't show his strength, so he also jumped down. He pulled out a pair of daggers from his waist and said loudly: "Today, I will kill you, the pillar of the Bohai sect, and become my sect's disciple."
Disciple takes revenge!"
The two people were confronting each other in the audience. On the stage, Jian Chen took the time to turn to Chen Zhidong and asked: "Clan Master Chen, Master Liu, and the others are dueling in private. Is this in line with the rules of the Taoist competition? Didn't they participate in the draw just now?"
Chen Zhidong laughed when he heard this and said: "I'm afraid the Master of the Sword Sect has forgotten that the Dao Sect Competition can be played in extra matches. Aren't the Masters of the Sect Liu and the others just playing in an extra match at this time? It's completely in line with the rules."
Jian Chen nodded, smiled and said nothing. He just wanted to stop Chen Zhidong's mouth, so as not to talk about the rules of the competition later. As for winning or losing, a real monk in the early stage of the Dan Formation Realm will have to deal with a real monk in the real realm.
In the early stage of Xiantian, against an opponent who relies solely on Taoism to support him, is this a good chance to win?
As expected, Liu Tianlang didn't dodge the opponent's Taoist skills at all. He directly caught the magic shield with luck. At the same time, he exerted force on his feet, and his speed exploded instantly. In the blink of an eye, he approached the opponent one meter in front of him, and then simply punched him.
He swung it out as an emergency measure to disperse the agitation of the opponent's magic weapon, and finally the sword passed through the neck lightly.
A big human head, which was still shouting a moment ago, fell to the ground with a thud. A fountain of hot blood from his neck covered Liu Tianlang, but he seemed to enjoy it, with a big smile on his face.
I secretly thought in my heart: This is the life a monk should live. It’s fun to be happy with your grudges and kill people with one sword!