The boy in front of him, with a powerful and domineering body, and a decisive murderous aura, seems to have walked out of a path with his own characteristics, but Shangqing will not make a mistake in the foundation of this body of skills. Just like even if you have walked very far and witnessed completely different scenery, there are countless possibilities in the future, but the starting point will not change.

This skill of Jade Purity Yuanshi Zuqi is pure!

It's so pure!

It's so pure that it tastes a bit offensive!

This is no longer a level that can be achieved simply by taking out a volume of martial arts manuals; it must be taught step by step!

There was only one thought left in Shangqing Da Daojun's mind.

Yuqing!!!

You ran away!

This is what I like!

Regardless of whether the young Taoist in front of him was Taishang Xuanwei or Qi Wuhuo, Yuqing was extremely unkind. It was Taishang Xuanwei. This old guy broke the original agreement and said not to investigate or interfere. What happened to his skills? ! How could this method be so solid if it didn't take a hundred years?

As solid as the stones used to press pickles at the bottom of the mountain!

There is no spirituality at all!

Ahem—Pooh!

And if he is not Tai Shang Xuanwei, but just Qi Wuhuo, then Yuqing is not running away!

This is poaching!

The corner has been dug up on my head?! Okay, okay, this is how you play it, right, Yuqing!

Shangqing thought about it for a moment, and because the step given by Taishang before was very smooth, his anger was now directly directed at Yuqing, the shameless guy. However, he saw the young Taoist over there slow down his steps, and his powerful Qi burst out, and the sword in his hand slashed horizontally, with sword energy running rampant.

good!

Shangqing exclaimed in his heart, floated back, and used his backhand to clap his fingers to shatter the sword energy of the Blood River Sword.

I cursed that abominable old man Yuqing countless times in my heart, but when I looked at the young Taoist holding a sword in front of me, I could not help but admire him in my heart. He is just like me, just like me!

But the more he praised her, the more he felt that whether it was sneaking away or poaching, Yuqing was abominable for doing something dishonest.

Damn it! Such a demeanor, it would be great if I were your disciple!

Why did it happen that Tai Shang met him back then? !

No, Tai Shang said that I am not his disciple.

That’s not the case!

Shangqing Daojun was always free and easy, so he simply didn't care about this matter. He just casually held a branch in his hand and laughed hoarsely, "So Taishan Mansion Lord only has such means. It seems that the foundation and background that were just casually borrowed before can't be used for real after all."

!!!

There were slight ripples in the eyes of the young Taoist, but Shang Qing was unhappy in his heart. He also wanted to try out the boy's methods. It was also a way for himself to retreat and give the boy half an opportunity. He left a thought in his heart and said silently to himself: "Let's see how good your luck and fortune are, and whether you and I have this fate."

"If you can hold out for thirty breaths under my sword at the same level as me, I will stay here for a month."

"If there were ninety breaths, I would have stayed there for three months."

The branch that he was holding casually in his palm shook slightly, and the night dew from the mountains on it was shattered in an instant, forming a hazy mist. In the blink of an eye, the branch burst out with a sharp edge that only the top treasures possessed, piercing through the mist in an instant, moving at will, the mist turned nine times, and turned into a long roar of a blue dragon, taking the lead in attacking Qi Wuhuo.

This kid is so smart.

If I use sword moves, I will not stick to ordinary sword moves, but that charm will definitely be discovered by this kid.

Therefore, Shangqing Da Dao Jun suppressed his cultivation and never used his signature moves.

Just using ordinary moves is enough to suppress this kid.

Da Daojun thought casually in his heart.

This sword is like a sword but not a sword. It is a sword move that controls the flow of water. The Blood River Sword in Qi Wuhuo's hand is made of the highest water veins in the world. It can also be broken by one sword. Shangqing Da Dao Jun exclaimed in his heart and said, you are worthy of being like this. You have indeed inherited the true teachings of this seat!

This sword move is sharp and unpredictable. It is derived from the Robbery Sword, but it also has its own understanding.

When it is performed, it is magnificent and spectacular.

He walked with a sword in his right hand and his feet on the two yin and yang. All kinds of Qi and hundreds of methods were around him, and endless magical powers followed. He raised his left hand and a ray of Samadhi True Fire was directly released with a magnificent aura. Shangqing Daojun broke it with water, and in an instant he tore it apart with a sword. A bright light flashed. The sword in Qi Wuhuo's hand pierced out calmly, but it seemed as if everything was still and quiet, and a sense of mighty suppression broke out.

The sword exploded with a clanging sound.

Shangqing Daojun swept his fingers together, breaking Qi Wuhuo's upright and calm sword energy.

The two men fought extremely quickly. In an instant, sword energy was flying everywhere and magical powers were changing infinitely. In a blink of an eye, they had fought for thirty rounds, but they were evenly matched. So Shangqing Da Dao Jun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, fortunately, with such means, ahem, you can fight with me for thirty breaths.

Teaching him for a month, isn't that natural?

After leaving himself a way out and an excuse in his heart, the sword in the hand of the Great Dao Lord changed, and it became increasingly sharper. It was obvious that the foundation of his strength was suppressed at the level of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head just now, but the bearing and sharpness he displayed were no longer the same. It was obvious that the first thirty breaths were deliberately intended to let Qi Wuhuo go.

With a clang sound.

The young Taoist thrust the Blood River Sword forward, but was held firmly by a branch. The energy was flowing unsteadily, as if lingering around for miles. A gust of wind exploded where the two men clashed, and dissipated outside. The trees in the forest moved like waves, and in an instant, fallen leaves fluttered and lingered under the moon. The young Taoist's robe swayed slightly, and the hand holding the sword felt a slight pain.

The man in black smiled, his eyes sparkling with interest, and said, "Okay, okay!"

"Good foundation, good swordsmanship. Now, I can relax a little bit!"

In a flash, he made a move. A branch directly forced the Blood River Sword in Qi Wuhuo's hand open. Then he stepped on the circle. The sword was like a manifestation of thunder, shining brightly, domineering, causing the surrounding wind and waves to whimper. However, the sword was much faster and sharper than the sound of the wind and waves, and he intended to take down Qi Wuhuo in one move.

Although Tai Shang gave him a way out and he was willing to help forge the sword and lend a hand, one month was enough.

How could he stay for too long like Tai Shang?

ha!

Let go, little guy!

The sword energy was bright and the sword was domineering. Everything around it paused for a moment, and then it was as if there was a dead silence, and all creation stopped moving. The next moment, the wind swept in domineeringly, sweeping across suddenly, breaking the trees. The bright moon that was previously obscured by clouds hung in the sky, and the bright moonlight sprinkled down.

The eyes of the black-clothed Taoist priest narrowed slightly, and the "sword" in his palm thrust forward could definitely defeat the sword of any immortal with three flowers gathered at the top of the head. However, it was firmly blocked by the Blood River Sword. The vitality in the surrounding void shook like ripples, and the hilt of the sword turned into Yellow Springs and wrapped around the object. The young Taoist priest slightly bent his body, held the sword with both hands, but finally blocked it.

That domineering sword energy was absorbed by the young Taoist's ancestral qi.

then--

Collect, refine and seal it, and transform it into my Qi!

The Nine-Turns Yuan Refining Method was activated in an instant, and the vast Qi was absorbed in an instant, but it was not used on oneself. Instead, after rotating and changing, it turned into a technique to attack the enemy. The young Taoist stepped on the Bagua to avoid the sword, holding the sword in his right hand and his left hand slightly hanging. His palm was white and slender, but it made the surrounding space seem heavy.

Upside down!

The white palm, carrying terrifying power and the pure Qi tempered by the Supreme Method, smashed down decisively on his forehead, leaving a brilliant track in the eyes of the Great Dao Lord who had suppressed his cultivation.

boom!!!!

…

The old blue ox who was leisurely eating herbs glanced at the place below the mountain, where a strong aftermath swept through, and countless trees around were blown up and shaking. It seemed that the place was covered up, so it did not disturb the lives of the people below the mountain.

Old Qingniu's True Lord cultivation could not be faked, he just said:

"Master, Master Xuanwei seems to have encountered something down there. Don't we need to take care of him?"

The white-haired old man smiled and said, "It's okay, he's just a guy with a weird temper. He still can't let it go in his heart and can't save face. As for today, he has to find a way out for himself."

When it came to this, Old Qingniu almost understood.

Tai Shang's temperament is easy-going and relaxed. He would occasionally jokingly call someone with a weird temper and someone who couldn't save his face. After counting them, there was only that one person left. When he thought of that person who was blocking the mountain and fighting with Qi Wuhuo, Lao Qingniu felt his stomach twitching.

I was almost scared to death because of the rumination that I hadn’t had for a long time.

Old Qingniu hesitated for a moment and said, "Master, that person wants to..."

"Want to give it a try?"

"Don't you need to keep an eye on it?"

The old man couldn't help laughing and said:

"If I peek, he'll be too embarrassed to look at me and get angry. I'd better not look at him anymore. I won't look at him anymore."

"Besides, with his temperament, although he is often willful and unruly, he is not the kind of person who does not know the importance of things. Thirty breaths have passed at this moment. With his temperament, I am afraid he will come down to earth and stay here for thirty days."

"Thirty days should be enough."

"Wuhuo can easily hold on for more than thirty breaths. It seems that he deliberately let it slide. He really has a weird personality..."

The old man smiled and thought.

I really haven't seen it.

…

Clang!!!

The sound of swords exploded, but the clash of swords was not the only one, thunder and flames rose like the wind.

The method of the Heaven-Flipping Seal is even more domineering and sharp, and it is combined with the sword method. In addition, there are actually some moves inherited from the Great Emperor Dongyue. In just the blink of an eye, sixty breaths have passed. According to the retreat plan Shangqing gave himself, this means that he will have to teach this little Taoist for a full two months!

After two months, he would get annoyed.

At this time, Shang Qing suddenly discovered Qi Wuhuo's fighting style. It was based on extremely solid, even overly solid foundation and combination of moves. Killing moves only appeared occasionally, but each time they appeared just right. Every move and every style was so smooth that it could be said to be a system in itself, which could produce effects that could never be matched by scattered moves.

It can be guaranteed that no matter what style of moves and magical powers the opponent uses, there is a way to deal with it.

Then pull the opponent into your own rhythm and system cycle.

It is endless and cyclical, the great way returns to one, and all things do not deviate from their origin.

Amidst ever-changing circumstances, I remain focused.

Jade Purity

It’s Yuqing’s move.

This young Taoist has a very solid foundation.

He had really experienced a catastrophe and several life and death experiences. His Qi had attained the four positive states and flowed smoothly. Many more changes appeared. No matter what moves Shangqing Daojun made, he could respond perfectly, and then use the moves and rhythm he was good at to respond. Looking at the young Taoist's clear brows, and a dark blue Taoist robe over his white clothes, his demeanor was clear and bright under the moonlight.

Shangqing Da Daojun actually had an illusion.

It feels like going back in time and fighting against the young Yuqing.

So I felt even more unhappy.

Okay! Yuqing, this is how you play, right?

OK!!!

But he had told himself before that he would not use his most iconic magical powers, such as the Jie Sword and the Tai Chi Ling Wen, for fear that the young Taoist would notice anything. But now he found that he was being suppressed by the young Taoist, and he had a feeling that the situation was being eaten away by the young Taoist and was gradually turning around.

The rotation of Yin and Yang brings endless changes, yet I am the only one.

The law of the great old man!

Shangqing Da Dao Jun's forehead twitched slightly, and in a blink of an eye, more than eighty breaths had passed. If he continued like this, he would probably have to stay here as long as that old man Tai Shang. No, no, this was absolutely not possible. Da Dao Jun suddenly stabbed forward with the branch in his palm, wanting to defeat the enemy in one move, but he had to curb the urge to use his signature magical power.

If I say no, then no!

Besides, do I need to use all my strength to deal with this guy when I am at the same level as him?!

Absolutely impossible!

This move was extremely fierce. After several moves, the young Taoist was indeed weakened. He had to retreat when a sword came at him. His footsteps changed and he actually fell backwards. His empty door opened and his Qi also had a flaw. Shangqing Daojun's eyes were calm and he attacked with a sword, but at this moment an unexpected change occurred.

The young Taoist leaned back to avoid the sword, and clenched his left hand slightly with his five fingers, and there seemed to be a wind coming from the void.

The heaven and earth are the harp, and the flowing wind is the strings.

Suddenly bounced.

Fuxi played the correct music.

It's not the time of madness, but the kind of grandeur and uprightness that comes at the right time.

The sound of the piano enveloped the surroundings and suddenly dissipated.

Shangqing Daojun would not be affected, but he would not go against the agreement between himself and himself. No one with the same level of cultivation would not be disturbed by this move, so he sighed in his heart and slowed down his moves. He saw the young Taoist drawing his sword with his backhand, and the Blood River Sword burst out with a sharp aura.

[Sword of Robbery III]!

The branch in the Lord's palm was torn apart, and began to collapse and shatter from the tail end. The broken wood chips scattered into the wind, and the sword force continued, pressing straight towards his chest.

Da Dao Jun was astonished, sighed, and finally his eyes were filled with admiration.

Clang!!!!

…

The wind stirs the sparse trees, and the mountains are like waves.

Old Qingniu looked at the place where the battle took place at the foot of the mountain. After the last sound of the piano, the large forest was shaking violently. Countless leaves were shattered and flew into the sky. But this seemed to be the end. There were no more violent fluctuations. After a long time, it finally calmed down.

The old blue ox was so worried that he didn't even move while eating the herbs. His eyes were fixed on that direction. After a while, he heard footsteps approaching.

Step by step, calmly as usual.

The old blue ox was relieved at this moment. He saw the young Taoist priest in a blue robe walking up with a medicine basket on his back. He looked calm, with black hair hanging down in the night. He saluted as usual and said he had met his teacher. The Supreme Master smiled and asked, "Wuhuo, there seemed to be some movement down the mountain just now. Did they fight with anyone?"

The young Taoist said, "Yes, but that person left, and I didn't know who it was."

"That's right..."

The Supreme stroked his beard, smiled nonchalantly, and asked, "How was the fight?"

The old blue ox pretended not to care, but still pricked up his ears quietly.

The young Taoist put down the medicine basket in his hand and said:

"That person seems to be restraining something the whole time. He probably didn't use his full strength, so..."

"So what?"

"Disciple, you are slightly better."

The old man suddenly paused stroking his beard.

There was a long silence.