Prehistoric God Level Choice: Get Suzaku at the start

Tongtian took the dog beating stick in his hand and looked at it carefully:

This bamboo stick is three feet, five villages and six cents long, weighs nine pounds and five taels, and has twenty-four sections in total. Each section is also engraved with mysterious words.

The length matches the number of stars in the sky in a year, the weight matches the number of nine-five stars, and corresponds to the twenty-four solar terms. It is a treasure at first glance.

But this treasure didn't have a trace of brilliance, and there was a crack on the stick, which made Tongtian Taoist a little unpredictable.

After thinking for a long time, Tongtian could only attribute this to Chen Xuan's ability - in his eyes, Chen Xuan has now become a worldly expert, and his casual words can help me find a way forward. This is not

What is an expert?

Of course, some people don't think so.

Master Huang Long happened to come with an assist: "Uncle Tongtian, I see that the stick is just an ordinary bamboo stick. This guy is just standing there playing tricks! Don't be fooled by him!"

Chen Xuan raised his eyebrows. He now disliked Yuan's subordinates less and less:

"You know nothing, heavy swords have no edge, and great skill has no workmanship! If you stick to external objects, you will never become a real master in your life! And those who have cultivated to the level of Dacheng can hurt any flower, plant or tree.

enemy!"

Tongtian was stunned for a moment, he had never heard of such a theory.

Leng Buding sounded like Chen Xuan was trying to force his words; but when he thought about it carefully, every word contained the supreme truth.

Master Huang Long was furious: "I am a disciple of the Original Heavenly Lord, and you dare to be rude to me! I will challenge you to a duel!"

With that said, he jumped into the field and pointed his sword at Chen Xuan: "Come on, use your broken bamboo stick to fight me for three hundred rounds!"

"Ding, the system task is released."

"Option 1: Choose to use the dog-beating stick to teach Huanglong a lesson."

"Option 2: Choose to ignore Master Huanglong and let him ridicule you."

Damn it, no man can bear this! Even if the reward is useless, I accepted it and decisively chose the first option.

"The host chooses to teach Master Huanglong a lesson and get the alchemy skill as a reward."

It’s okay, it’s quite practical, it seems I made the right choice.

Chen Xuan was very happy, but when he faced Master Huang Long with a dog-beating stick in his hand, he felt a little worried:

If you take this bamboo stick that breaks into pieces when you touch it, and deal with the primitive disciples, isn't this just looking for trouble?

Master Huanglong didn't care about that, he held the sword in his hand and stabbed him.

Chen Xuan was startled and subconsciously held out the dog-beating stick, which happened to rest on the blade of the sword.

Before he traveled through time, he often saw the old people doing Tai Chi and wielding Tai Chi swords during morning exercises, so he used this idea in a hurry.

Master Huanglong only felt a strange force coming from the sword, and he couldn't help but lose his center of gravity. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have made a fool of himself on the spot.

Taoist Tongtian has always been tolerant of ancient martial arts and has no discriminatory mentality. When he saw Chen Xuan swinging a stick at will, it was vaguely in line with the principles of heaven, and his eyes couldn't help but shine.

The disciples under him exclaimed in surprise, breathing a little quickly.

Master Huang Long was almost embarrassed. He roared angrily and launched a fierce attack on Chen Xuan with the sword in his hand like a gust of wind and rain.

At this time, Chen Xuan was determined, and he began to use Tai Chi sword skills more and more skillfully.

The onlookers only saw that he was constantly drawing various circles of different sizes, while Huanglong was walking crookedly as he was surrounded by these circles, as if he was drunk.

Chen Xuan was so happy that he never expected that his unintentional move would be a great success.

As he was using it, he thought of Zhang Sanfeng, and then for some reason he thought of Guo Jing who practiced the Nine Yin Manual, and then he casually recited:

"The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency when there is more than enough damage. Therefore, the virtual is better than the real, and the deficiency is more than enough..."

Taoist Tongtian was surprised and delighted. He felt that the scriptures Chen Xuan recited were vaguely consistent with the path of cultivation he was following: So it turned out that he was enlightening himself when he went on to fight Huang Long?

Among the immortals under his sect, a few of them understood a little bit, and their cultivation levels suddenly skyrocketed, making the other sect members envious.

Tongtian's cultivation level has also increased greatly, but it seems that there is still something missing, and he has not cut out the corpse.

They were happy, but Huanglong was extremely miserable.

He felt as if every sword he struck was stuck in a quagmire. After fighting for such a long time, he still didn't let this kid move.

My brothers and sisters are still making sarcastic remarks:

"Am I the only one who thinks that Junior Brother Huanglong is at a disadvantage?"

"What's wrong with Huang Long? Is he drunk? I haven't seen him drinking!"

"Drunk without drinking anything? What a state of affairs this is!"

"Hush, maybe Senior Brother Huang Long is showing mercy and wants to teach this kid...forget it, I can't make it up anymore."

Master Huanglong almost vomited blood when he heard this.

Even his original expression was getting uglier and uglier. He even wondered if this Huang Long was an undercover agent sent by Mr. Tongtian?

After a while, Chen Xuan felt a little bored: the old man roared very loudly, it turned out to be a paper tiger.

"Go for it!"

The dog-beating stick suddenly swung, sending Huanglong's own power back, throwing him ten meters away, and a solid dog gnawed on the mud.

A burst of cheers erupted from under the Tongtian Gate, but Tongtian shouted: "Keep your voice down, didn't you see that Yuan Yuan's face turned dark?"

Be careful that this old man who is determined to retaliate for his anger and is extremely protective of his shortcomings will cause trouble for you.

It's just that he stopped him too late. Everyone who cheered just now has already been remembered in Yuan Yuan's heart.

He has made up his mind to show these people a good look sooner or later!

Chen Xuan looked at the real Huanglong who was lying on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time, and sneered: "The Great Dao is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, and one of the human escapes. Since God has the virtue of good life, I will leave you a life, if you continue

If you try to entangle me, you will definitely be killed without mercy! Hmph!"

After saying that, Chen Xuan cupped his hands toward Tongtian, climbed onto the Suzaku, and walked away.

But Tongtian didn't make any move, as if he was possessed by an inner demon, he kept repeating the four words "people escape one".

Disciple Taoist Duobao was a little worried about his master: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Tongtian ignored him and continued to repeat those four words.

Yuan Yuan, who had suffered a big loss and was about to lead his disciples back to Yuxu Palace to make further calculations, discovered something strange about him and was shocked: No, this is about to enlighten him!

Sure enough, Tongtian suddenly burst into laughter: "The avenue is fifty, its use is forty-nine, and people can escape even one!"

As he spoke, he swung the Immortal Killing Sword repeatedly, killing both good and evil corpses at once, directly reaching the pinnacle of quasi-sage, only one step away from becoming a saint.

After Tongtian enlightened him, his disciples all congratulated their master; at the same time, they looked at the original disciples with a hint of provocation in their eyes.