The moment Xiaoxiao covered Chi Wu's eyes, the sloppy Taoist priest stepped forward, then flew up and kicked Chi Wu in the chest.
After a muffled groan, Zhi Wu flew directly out of the ring with his sword in hand and fell heavily to the ground.
The sloppy Taoist priest was still too kind. He had the opportunity to seriously injure Zhi Wu, but he did not do so. According to what Elder Long Shan said before, as long as he does not kill or maim someone, he can beat him any way he wants.
If it were me, if someone bullied me like this when I was a child, I would definitely do something dirty. Even if I didn't cripple the other person, I would hit him so hard that he wouldn't be able to get out of bed for half a month.
Even so, the sloppy Taoist's kick was not light. After the sword fell to the ground, it was so painful that he couldn't get up for a while.
Soon, several fellow disciples who were holding arms came over and helped him up.
"Elder Long Shan is cheating with his writings. I don't accept it! I'm going to fight him!" Chi Wu shouted loudly.
When he came, the sloppy Taoist priest did not respond. He just stood on the ring and looked at Zhiwu with a smile.
Master Long Shan glanced in the direction of Zhi Wu, without saying a word, but waved to a Taoist priest in green beside him.
The Taoist Priest in green clothes immediately stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "In this competition, the disciple of Songhe Sect wins with Wen."
"Uncle Songyuan, you are cheating with your writing, I don't accept it!" said Chiwu angrily.
"Why did he cheat?" Taoist Songyuan asked calmly.
"This kid is all crooked and evil. He actually let ghosts out. Isn't this a scam?" Chi Wu was still indignant.
"Any disciple of our Maoshan Sect can cultivate ghosts. We in Maoshan still have a lineage of the Guimen Sect. If you don't refine the ghosts yourself, don't blame others. You have already fallen into the ring. Hold Wen is merciful. You Don't be ungrateful." Taoist priest Song Yuan waved his hand, not wanting to pay any more attention to him, turned around and left here.
As soon as the Qingyi Taoist left, Elder Long Shan glanced at the sloppy Taoist, patted his butt, turned around and left.
This was the last competition, and not many people were watching. As soon as they left, the other disciples who were watching also left.
The sloppy Taoist priest flew down from the ring, and a few of us immediately surrounded him.
"Little Luo, you did a great job. Today you have defeated half of the disciples of the Maoshan Sect. If you win one more match tomorrow, you will be in the top ten." Brother Gu patted the sloppy Taoist priest on the shoulder and said happily.
"Brother Luo, congratulations on your victory." Kasang was also a little excited.
When I was about to say something, suddenly, a strong gust of wind came from behind me. The martial artist was still a little unwilling, so he waved his fist and hit the sloppy Taoist priest.
This kid really wants to carry out a sneak attack.
But before he could get close to the sloppy Taoist priest, Yuankong suddenly took action and slapped the wielder with a palm, sending him flying far away.
Yuankong's Buddha's hand seal is quite powerful, but he has to hold back his strength.
Otherwise, he would have to be beaten to vomit blood.
The man holding the weapon didn't know what was going on, so he flew out seven or eight meters away.
We were also a little confused.
I really didn't expect that the silent little Yuokong would be the first to hit the holding weapon.
"Yuankong, you can do it." I touched his bald head, and Yuankong just smiled.
After the man holding the weapon stood up, he ran towards us again: "Where did the thief bald come from and dare to run wild in our Maoshan Sect!"
As soon as they saw Yuan Kong hitting Chi Wu, the brothers who were holding Wu came over and looked at Yuan Kong with evil expressions, indicating that they were planning to attack.
"Amitabha, since you have to admit your defeat, why are you so obsessed?" Yuankong clasped his hands together and saluted the other party.
"Hit him!" Zhiwu shouted angrily and rushed forward with his men.
At this time, Kasangran took a step forward, took out the magic sword on his body, and slashed it away with a fierce sword.
The terrifying sword energy from this sword smashed several huge stone slabs on the ground. The rocks flew away, and a deep ravine blocked the way of Chi Wu and his fellow disciples.
If this sword fell on them, these people would probably be separated from their bodies.
With just one move, Zhi Wu and others were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they all retreated.
Two martial brothers turned around and ran away.
"Go away! Don't make me kill people!" Kasang glanced at them coldly, his cold eyes and the terrifying murderous aura on his body were immediately released.
Even the carefree Chi Wu felt a deep chill. He took a few steps back and pointed at the slovenly Taoist priest: "Chi Wen, you...just wait for me."
Kasanti Sword took a step forward, and the holding weapon suddenly trembled with fright, turned around and ran away with the other brothers.
And it was Kasan, the strongest fighting force among us six, who scared the shit out of those people once he made a move.
If Kasang participated in this kind of competition, Chi Lang of Maoshan Sect would also have to be subdued by him. This would be a crushing defeat in terms of strength.
Although he won the competition, the sloppy Taoist priest didn't look very happy.
He said hello and led a few of us towards the place where Master Songhe lived.
Not to mention anything else, it was this holding weapon that allowed the sloppy Taoist priest to release the power of green soul and Xiaoxiao, which is enough to prove the strength of this kid.
The further back you fight, the stronger the opponents you will encounter, there is no doubt about it.
The sloppy Taoist priest didn't speak much the whole way, probably thinking about tomorrow's competition.
Not long after, we arrived at the entrance of Master Songhe’s Taoist temple.
I thought Master Songhe was sleeping in the house at the moment, but when we arrived at the door of the Taoist temple, Master Songhe was sitting at the door waiting for us with a bottle of wine.
"Master, I'm back." The sloppy Taoist priest stepped forward.
"You're back, how was the fight?" Master Songhe asked with a smile.
"I won one game, and we have to continue competing tomorrow."
"Hehe, I just said that my disciple is the best. Come on, boy. If you can enter the top ten, I will be very happy as a teacher. Don't have any psychological burden," Master Songhe said casually.
"Don't worry, Master, I won't embarrass you."
"There's nothing to be ashamed of. What does Master still care about? The most important thing is to be happy in life. I'm hungry, so I'm just waiting for you to come back and cook. I don't like the food I cook, so hurry up." Song He The real man stood up and walked into the Taoist temple for fear of being slapped on the butt.
Good guy, when my apprentice won, he didn’t even bother to cook a meal to celebrate. He actually had to wait for us to come back and cook for him. This master is really too lazy.
