Move from one point to another in a very short time.
A very short time, but it still takes time.
The higher the light power, the farther the distance can be moved in a fixed time, or the longer the fixed distance takes in time.
But teleportation is different.
This is a magical skill. The time it takes to move is almost zero.
Wherever your mind reaches you, people will arrive.
Moreover, as the innate energy became stronger, the teleportation distance of Tang Xiaobao also increased from dozens of meters to more than a hundred meters.
Now, he is about to use teleportation.
Speaking of which, this is a bit bullying.
But who told this old man to excite himself so much?
Tang Xiaobao can comfort himself.
Teleport!
Tang Xiaobao suddenly appeared behind Weng Batian and kicked the latter on the butt.
Thanks to Weng Batian's age, he could still react so quickly. He rushed forward and stabbed with his backhand.
Unfortunately, it was all in vain.
Tang Xiaobao was already ten meters away, looking at him with his arms folded and sneering.
"Old man, now you know how powerful I am. Let me tell you the truth. I was just playing with you. If I want to kill you, I can do it in minutes. Do you accept it?"
Tang Xiaobao said angrily.
Weng Batian was also frightened by Tang Xiaobao's light skill.
He didn't know that this was not Qinggong, and he probably couldn't accept the existence of magical skills.
Buttocks hurt.
Weng Batian's old face turned red and he yelled: "You little bastard, you know how to dodge and attack sneakily. If you have the guts to give me a fair fight."
"Damn it, it seems you are still not convinced? This is not a fair fight? If you have the ability, you can also sneak attack. No, you were trying to trick me just now. You only need to trick me, no need to trick you, hey
, I still have to take good care of you today."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Xiaobao broke a wicker stick from the space ring.
This space ring is a small world of its own, with everything in it. Once Tang Xiaobao has his thoughts, he can do anything.
sweat……
There were still people watching the fight.
But they were all dumbfounded.
Where did the thin wicker in Tang Xiaobao's hand come from?
Junior sister Yilin rubbed her eyes, looking confused.
Tang Tang also widened his eyes and had no idea what was going on.
As for everyone in the Wudang Clan, they were completely dumbfounded, with their mouths hanging open.
It's so weird that I can't understand it at all.
There are no willow trees in this yard.
But where did this wicker come from?
On the opposite side, Weng Batian was equally confused.
But Tang Xiaobao didn't care about him. He teleported and his body suddenly disappeared from the place.
Weng Batian saw clearly this time.
But he didn't see clearly either.
I simply can't understand it.
Why did Tang Xiaobao disappear out of thin air?
Like invisibility.
But he still has a lot of fighting experience. When he sensed the sound of wind behind him, he immediately backhanded him and struck again.
However, he still missed the mark.
Tang Xiaobao has appeared beside him.
Snap!
The willow stick hit Weng Batian's waist, causing him to grin in pain.
Although it is a wicker, after concentrating its internal strength, it is no different from a steel whip.
Even if Weng Batian's external skills are superb, he still groans in pain.
"You are disrespectful to your elders!"
Tang Xiaobao did not forget to teach him a lesson.
This situation is like a teacher corporally punishing a disobedient primary school student.
Weng Ba was so angry that his throat was filled with smoke. Without saying a word, he whimpered and slashed at Tang Xiaobao with the Ba Dao in his hand.
Unfortunately, even if he attacks ten times faster, it will still be of no use.
Tang Xiaobao disappeared again.
Snap!
The wicker slapped him on the buttocks.
Tang Xiaobao continued to lecture him behind him: "I want you to excite me, you old bastard!"
Ahhh!
Weng Batian was slapped twice in a row and felt extremely humiliated. He screamed and rushed towards Tang Xiaobao.
Of course, it all came to nothing.
Snap!
"You damn thing, for making you disobedient and refusing to behave when you are old, you should be beaten!"
Snap!
"If you meddle in your own business, you should be beaten!"
Snap!
"You're so old, but you still come out to dance, and you still wear a black robe to show off, I'll beat you to death!"
Bang bang bang bang!
"Shameless!"
"Shameless and obscene!"
"The old bullies the young!"
"Pretending to be a ghost!"
…
Tang Xiaobao was so excited that he spat out shameless words one after another, like pouring beans, and like turning off a machine...
This scene really makes people laugh and laugh.
An old man in his eighties or nineties brandished a dark scimitar in his hand, slashing into the air in all directions, and every time he struck, he would be slapped on his body.
Tang Xiaobao's scolding was mixed with Weng Batian's yelling.
It was very hard for the onlookers to endure.
They wanted to laugh so much.
At this time, they naturally realized how powerful Tang Xiaobao was.
It turns out what he just said was true.
It turns out that after fighting for so long, he was just playing around. He probably cut off his sleeve just now on purpose...
Little Master Yilin covered her mouth with her eyebrows, her face turned red from suppressing it.
Tang Tang is even worse.
The expressions on the faces of Taoist Master Long Yun and several of his disciples were even more exciting.
Weng Batian was Weng Batian after all. At this time, he didn't beg for mercy or surrender, and he was still hacking furiously.
Chi!
Finally, Tang Xiaobao's wicker broke and became two pieces.
Seeing the magic knife attacking, his body swayed and he was ten meters away again.
Weng Batian was so angry that he finally lost all his strength. Now he was holding a scimitar in both hands, and his body was bent like a scimitar.
He was breathing heavily and there was blood everywhere on his body.
The lethality of the wicker is quite good.
He looked very embarrassed.
Staring at Tang Xiaobao, Weng Batian wanted to bite him to death.
"Okay, you old guy, how dare you destroy my weapons, you're done, I'm done!"
Tang Xiaobao is still complaining.
A new "weapon" appeared in his hand.
But this time it's not a wicker, but a thorn.
Looking at the thorns on the strip, Weng Batian couldn't help but tremble.
If this guy concentrated his internal energy, the pain on his body would be even more painful.
Tang Xiaobao waved the thorn stick and said very dissatisfied: "Old man, that peerless weapon just now was Lan Nu's weapon. You destroyed it for her, so I'm sorry. I can only compensate you for this knife."
Give it to him, know the truth
Yes, immediately kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake, and offer this sword with both hands. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude to you. I have to make your soul die. Anyway, you also committed so many murders back then. I would have long ago
I see you are unhappy."
Everyone was speechless.
Is that a peerless weapon?
Who is Lannu?
In their opinion, this is Tang Xiaobao talking nonsense.
But what Tang Xiaobao said is at least half true.
For example, he has long been interested in this magic knife.
"You, you, you bastard, I'm going to kill you, eat your flesh, and drink your blood!"
Weng Ba was so angry that he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Haha, Tang Xiaobao's eyes are brighter this time.
Oh oh oh, look, I'm so powerful. With just one mouth, I can make this old man vomit blood. If I don't work harder, I'll have a San Qi Weng Ba Tian. It's best to vomit blood and die.
This is the real way to conquer the enemy without fighting.