Chapter 22: The Taoist

Feng Yi only knew that this was the south bank of the Yangtze River, but he had no idea where exactly it was. Before he had walked two or three miles, a sharp howl suddenly came from the distance. The howl was as rapid as the howl of a wolf or the cry of an owl, and its power was quite astonishing.

Feng Yi was shocked and thought: "Great, there is actually such a master?"

He originally thought that he and Ding Dian had not been out of Jingzhou for long, and the news of his appearance here had just been spread by the Dongting Gang. No powerful figures would come to visit in a short period of time. He did not expect that such a figure would come, and he was quite looking forward to it.

After all, the people from the Dongting Gang were too weak just now, so he didn't even have the interest to fight them.

Feng Yi suddenly put his hands on his waist and let out a long whistle. This whistle was clear and loud, like the roar of a dragon or the cry of a phoenix. The sound could be heard for miles and lasted for a long time.

He knew that the other party had heard his roar and would be here soon, so he picked up some pebbles, walked under a tree, sat down, and closed his eyes to rest.

After a while, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the official road. Feng Yi didn't need to open his eyes, just by listening, he knew there were five horses.

“Oh…”

The rider on the horse keeps the horse.

Feng Yi raised his head and glanced, only to see five horsemen surrounding him in an arc. Three of them were holding torches in their hands, shining them in his face.

This action not only showed that the visitor was full of hostility, but also showed that he did not take Feng Yi seriously at all.

After all, in the darkness, shining torches in front of people at the same time will inevitably be dazzling and blur the vision.

Feng Yi had a gloomy face and slowly stood up.

Only one of them asked, "Are you Feng Yi?"

Feng Yi heard the sharp and piercing voice and knew it was the man who had just whistled. He was wearing a black Taoist robe, with gray hair and beard, a dignified face, a high protruding temple, and a long sword inserted diagonally behind his back, with a yellow sword tassel fluttering in the wind.

Feng Yi looked indifferent and just said, "It's very late."

The Taoist in black said coldly: "What's wrong with it being late?"

"It's time to rest as it's getting late. If you need to take action, do it quickly!" Feng Yi's tone was cold and tough, not inferior to that of the Taoist priest.

The Taoist was stunned, as if he could not believe that there were still people in the world who dared to speak to him like this. However, thinking back to the powerful roar he had just heard, the depth of his internal strength might not be inferior to his own, so such arrogance was not uncommon!

The Taoist looked at Feng Yi intently and saw that he had a handsome face and a calm gaze, but he was also stubborn. He suddenly laughed out loud, causing the leaves to fly and the torches to flicker.

Feng Yi only felt that this long laugh was shocking and had the power to take away people's spirit. This person's internal strength was indeed very high. He squinted and said, "Are you trying to make me laugh to death?"

The old Taoist stopped laughing suddenly, raised his long eyebrows, put his hand on the horse's neck, suddenly stood up, and with a somersault, he was in front of Feng Yi.

He rose and fell suddenly, and passed three meters, his body movements were surprisingly fast. When this light skill was revealed, Feng Yi also secretly cheered.

The two Taoist boys also jumped off their horses and inserted pine oil candles all around, lighting up the area several feet inside as bright as day.

The Taoist bowed and said calmly: "Since you are from the Longsha Gang, you know the Zizhu Temple outside Jiangling City!"

Feng Yi couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and nodded: "Oh? It turned out to be you, Taoist Xiao, no wonder, no wonder!"

Zizhu Temple is located on Bailong Mountain outside Jiangling City. Although it is a Taoist temple, the abbot, Taoist Xiao, is from the martial arts world. Not only is his martial arts skill not weak, but he is also famous for his ruthlessness, so he is nicknamed "Xiao".

Neither the Longsha Gang in the north of the Yangtze River nor the Dongting Gang in the south of the Yangtze River dared to provoke him. Even Ling Tui Si, who was so powerful, treated him with respect. This person naturally existed in the original body's memory.

Moreover, Feng Yi remembered that in the original plot, it seemed that it was this Taoist Xiao who competed with Ding Dian, who had mastered the Divine Illumination Technique, in internal strength. His performance was so outstanding that Di Yun could not help but launch a sneak attack.

Although Ding Dian just wanted to test the power of Shenzhao Gong, it also showed how powerful this person is.

After all, anything that can be used to test one's skills must be strong enough.

For example, when the "Seven Masters of Quanzhen" encountered an opponent like Mei Chaofeng, they were willing to use her to practice martial arts.

And from Feng Yi's current perspective, seeing that this Taoist Xiao's internal strength and skills are far superior to Ling Tui Si, he is probably not much inferior to Ding Dian today.

Taoist Xiao nodded and said, "I am not interested in any treasure. I just want to read Ding Dian's Shenzhaojing and make a good relationship with him!"

He seemed to be negotiating, but in fact he was tough. Feng Yi's eyes flashed with coldness, and he sneered: "People in the Taoist sect also covet other people's things. Your Taoist practice has gone astray!"

One of the Taoist boys did not wait for Taoist Xiao to reply and immediately said: "My master is giving you good advice, please don't make the mistake! Don't think that you are a big shot just because you have some internal skills. In front of my master..."

Feng Yi's eyes rolled up, he curled his lips, kicked his foot, and with a whoosh, a stone flashed like lightning.

The Taoist boy just felt the sound of wind and had no time to react before the stone flew through the air and hit him right between his eyebrows. With a "puff", he fell off his horse.

Feng Yi's movements were slight, but the stone flew as fast as lightning. It was dark night, and except for Taoist Xiao who heard the sound of the wind, the other Taoist children didn't notice it at all.

Seeing their brother fall, several people took a quick look and saw his brains gushing out with blood. The scene was so tragic that it could not be described in one word. They all drew their swords.

"How dare you, thief!"

At this moment, the rage in Xiao Daoren's heart erupted like a volcano, and he slapped his palm with the power of a mountain, rushing towards Feng Yi.

Feng Yi did not dodge or evade, he put his palms in his sleeves and struck out.

With a muffled "pop" sound, Feng Yi felt that the opponent's palm was powerful and heavy, and he couldn't help but cheer: "Well, you really have some skills, and your reputation is not in vain."

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The Taoist priest stepped back, and suddenly took advantage of the momentum to move a few feet away, staring at Feng Yi with a look of shock on his face.

Taoist Xiao originally thought that Feng Yi had profound internal strength and his martial arts skills might not be very high. He was also confident that he had few rivals in the world because of his internal strength. This palm strike was extremely powerful, and even if Feng Yi could not be killed directly by his palm, at least he could knock him onto the tree trunk behind him.

Unexpectedly, the opponent could dissolve his extremely mysterious move with just a flick of his hand.

This happened in a split second. After being startled, Taoist Xiao felt dissatisfied and took a deep breath, shouting, "Okay! Take one more move!" He circled his palms and pushed out suddenly, causing sand to rise violently from all around.

Feng Yi glanced at them with a look of surprise, but thinking that his "Shen Zhao Gong" was more than enough to conquer the world, he immediately became ambitious and wanted to see who was more powerful!

He flipped his palms, causing his clothes to flutter and make rustling sounds.

"Boo——"

The four palms collided, and a strong wind filled the air. Feng Yi's upper body shook slightly, but Taoist Xiao fell down. In the comparison, the winner was decided.

Feng Yi raised his eyebrows, put one hand on his waist, and said sternly: "Okay, you also take my punch!" The sound was like thunder, and he punched at the left waist of Xiao Daoren.

Taoist Xiao took a deep breath and rushed towards the opponent with both palms, but unexpectedly Feng Yi's body shook and he pounced on the three disciples.

"Bang……"

The branches and leaves of the tree that could be hugged by two men were shaking due to the power of Taoist Xiao's palm, and the sound was terrifying.

The other three Taoists saw Feng Yi fighting with their master, and suddenly they appeared, as fast as a startled wild goose, which was truly rare.

But they had been practicing martial arts since childhood, so they remained calm even though they were panicked. They raised the long swords in their hands, and three cold lights rushed towards Feng Yi's three vital points.

Several people attacked in accordance with the rules, which seemed to contain a set of formations, but Taoist Xiao shouted hurriedly: "Get out of the way!"

The three Taoist boys had never seen their master so panicked before, and they felt very uneasy.

Feng Yi sneered: "Too late!" He flicked his left sleeve, and the three swords were all swept away, and his right palm slapped towards one person's head.

This "Mountain-Splitting Palm" might not be able to split a mountain, but it could certainly split a head. However, Feng Yi's palm slammed the Taoist boy's head straight into his cavity.

This scene was ten times more difficult than smashing the head. The other Taoist boy was horrified when he saw this and wanted to jump away, but Feng Yi hit him with a palm.

With a "crack", the sternum and spine in the chest broke directly, and he collapsed and died.

(End of this chapter)