Martial Cultivator

The old Taoist had been in seclusion for who knows how many years. He was not only not involved in many things, but even knew about them. This time he woke up from seclusion and took action, and it was definitely not because of the so-called mountain master's decree. But it just happened to happen.

So he didn't know the origin of Chen Chao, but he just felt that this young warrior was a little daring.

However, when those majestic Tao Qi fell to the world like rain, but failed to seriously injure the young martial artist in the end, the old Taoist's face became solemn.

His real body is on a mountain peak, with a head of white hair blowing in the wind at the moment, and an old face full of wrinkles. When blown by the wind, the wrinkles are like duckweeds on the lake, squeezing and rolling each other, watching Extremely weird.

"Guangling, who is this kid?!"

After a brief fight, the old Taoist also understood that the young warrior was not easy to mess with.

After all, if it were an ordinary junior who had only reached this level, he would have been defeated long ago with just one blow.

Because of this, the old Taoist took advantage of the entanglement between his dharma image and the opposite party to ask Master Guangling.

"Uncle Master, this son is the nephew of the former Luanshan martial artist. Don't underestimate him. He has already killed us and several Fuyun from Nanhua Mountain on the sea. Among them was even the junior brother of Master Guanan. While watching the sea and rushing into the mountains, I also killed several Fuyun."

Master Guangling explained the situation of Chen Chao in the shortest time. His original intention was very simple, that is, let the old Taoist call a few more brothers to join forces and fight together. I am afraid that by then, he will be able to completely defeat the Chen Dynasty. This young warrior killed.

"Is there such an incredible martial artist again?"

The old Taoist glanced at Tianji. Although he didn't take any action when Chen Che broke into the mountain, he actually knew about the old incident later and was extremely annoyed about it. Now that he learned that this young martial artist was Chen Che's nephew, the old Taoist was slightly Narrowing his eyes, he was still a little shocked. Two people from the same discipline were both so talented?

"Huh, breaking into the mountain once is already a treason, but there is a second time. I really think I am Qiuling Mountain..."

Before the words could even be finished, the fight between the two Dharma statues in the sky had already come to an end.

The old Taoist's Dharma image shattered suddenly, and the Tao Qi in the sky collapsed, causing the sky to become colorful in an instant, but it was not beautiful, but exuded a terrifying aura.

The old Taoist's face became a little ugly. He took a few steps back and his body was a little unsteady. Although he seemed so calm just now, in fact, half of his mind was actually focused on the Dharma image. , at this moment, the Dharma is broken, which naturally has the greatest impact on him.

He raised his head again, wanting to see the collapse of the Dharma, but he only saw a black figure falling from the sky to the ground.

Punch in the face!

The old Taoist's expression changed, and a layer of five-colored light quickly appeared in front of him to block the powerful punch that fell from the sky at this moment.

But the next moment, as the fist that came like a rushing river shattered the Tao Qi, the old Taoist had to step back hundreds of feet!

But when he stopped at this moment, a black figure stopped just a few feet away from him. He stood on a stone tablet. On the stone tablet were the four characters "Xiaoyao Tiandi". The Tao Qi is lingering, and I think that the person who wrote these four words in the first place is of a high level.

"What do you really think about Qiulingshan? No one? That's what I really think."

The young martial artist narrowed his eyes, looked around, and asked with a smile: "Why, you don't think you have to be more powerful because you have been practicing Taoism for a longer time, right?"

The old Taoist was speechless.

The young martial artist smiled and said, "If you want to vomit, throw up. Why are you holding it in?"

As soon as he said this sentence, the old Taoist really couldn't hold it in any longer. Instead, he opened his mouth wide and spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

"How dare you, thief?!"

The old Taoist spoke, filled with anger.

"Will you spray shit on your mouth?"

Chen Chao moved in a flash and came directly in front of the old Taoist, and then punched the old Taoist hard in the heart.

There was a loud bang.

The old Taoist was already condensing his Tao Qi, preparing to fight Chen Chao again, but Chen Chao's sudden punch directly defeated the old Taoist's Tao Qi, causing him to collapse thousands of miles away, and his Tao Qi was scattered.

The old Taoist's face was ugly and his Tao Qi was difficult to condense. At this moment, with his thin Taoist body, how could he be the opponent of Chen Chao, a pure martial artist.

Nowadays, every time he receives a punch, his body will be broken into pieces. What makes him feel even more horrified is that he also clearly feels that after receiving several punches, his entire body is like a building with wind leaking from all sides. All it takes is a heavy rain for his shabby thatched hut to collapse.

"Senior brother..."

The old Taoist spoke with difficulty. He was no longer willing to face this young martial artist who was many years younger than him alone anymore.

And the stone tablet that Chen Chao had stepped on before began to shatter at this moment.

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Master Guangling has been paying attention to Chen Chao's movements. After seeing that the uncle who has been practicing Taoism for who knows how many years has no power to fight back at this moment, the mountain master smiled bitterly. These elders are good in everything, but they are bad. I am always so self-righteous and think I can do everything.

He looks down on the strong people in the world and is always so arrogant. If he thinks like this, he will naturally die.

But now, Master Guangling really doesn't want him to die.

"Ring the bell."

Master Guangling spoke indifferently and only said three words.

Many Taoists had gathered here for a long time. Hearing the words "Guangling Master", some people asked in disbelief: "Does the mountain master want to hit the Taoist bell?"

That is the most important bell in Qiuling Mountain. It would never ring on ordinary days, but once it rings, it means that there are endless major issues in Qiuling Mountain that are difficult to solve.

When the bell rings, all the ancestors who are still in seclusion will know that as long as they are alive, they will come out of seclusion.

"Mountain Master, it's just two people. Do they really want such a big battle?"

The Taoist man bowed his head, but still didn't understand.

Master Guangling sneered, "Just two people? Do you have any idea about this situation? If you can, then you can treat what I said as farts."

As soon as this was said, everyone fell silent.

Now one of the ancestors took action, but they still couldn't subdue the young warrior. There was really nothing they could do.

"Ring the bell."

Master Guangling repeated these three words again.

He turned his back to the other monks and said calmly: "Now I even doubt that there will be no way to stop the two of them after ringing the bell."

This sentence was like dropping a huge stone on the lake, causing a storm in the hearts of the other monks.