Hearing Zhao Rang's words, the acting headmaster was stunned for a moment, and then the expression on his face became fierce and he said:
"Logically speaking, you should be at the bottom of the mountain, on the way to the river."
Zhao Rang nodded and said:
"According to your plan, it should indeed be like this."
The Acting Headmaster stopped talking, but the expression on his face became relaxed again.
"Since you have found out my true identity, why don't you follow my plan? This way, at least you can go to the river to meet your good friends, sit on the boat together, order some beautiful girls, and have a good drink. cup."
The acting headmaster is confident.
When a person's secret is first revealed, he will inevitably become angry and angry.
But when he calms down and thinks about it, although this secret is a secret, it is also his biggest trump card and support.
Not to mention there are only two of them in the hall of Daozang Pavilion now.
As long as Zhao Rang dies, the secret will remain a secret and no one else will know.
But he forgot that the reason why Zhao Rang didn't leave, and the reason why he still stood here and told all his secrets openly, didn't it prove that his trump cards and support were nothing with Zhao Rang?
"Well, I will definitely go to the river. But I don't like to leave things behind when I do things. I must start well and end well."
The Acting Headmaster raised the corners of his mouth, a trace of contempt flashed across his face, and said:
"Where does your confidence come from?"
"It's very simple, just four words: evil will not prevail against good."
What Zhao Rang said was very generous, but the Acting Headmaster found it extremely ridiculous.
A young man has a high spirit and feels that he can pick up the stars. He has also experienced this period.
But now, he has long lost his previous enthusiasm, and looking at Zhao Rang like this, he feels funny.
Because in his world, the boundaries between evil and good have long been extremely blurred. It can even be said that the two have been confused by him and cannot be distinguished from each other. Now that someone suddenly treats him with such strictness, it is like someone living according to the script sung on the stage. After all, he is divorced from reality.
Faced with the ridicule from the acting head coach, Zhao Rang didn't say anything.
His right hand was already on the handle of the knife, ready to draw it at any time.
The acting headmaster didn't take it seriously, and asked easily:
"Do you think it's too dark here?"
Zhao Rang did not answer.
Light and darkness are relative.
If a person cannot distinguish between right and wrong, he cannot distinguish between light and darkness.
What's more, even if he says yes, will the acting headmaster be obedient?
"I think it's a bit dark..."
The acting headmaster said to himself, then stretched out his hand to pull on a knot hanging down from the side. In the Daozang Pavilion hall, a black cloth covering the doors and windows rolled up instantly, and the sunlight from outside filtered in, instantly filling the room with light. The entire hall was bright and dazzling.
Fortunately, Zhao Rang was standing with his back to the door, so the light did not affect his sight, and it all hit the acting headmaster's face.
Even so, his eyes did not change at all, just staring at the light motionlessly, as if he could draw endless power from it.
In fact, Zhao Rang's last sentence contained a bit of gambling.
He was sure that the acting headmaster was definitely not a nerd, nor was he a powerless scholar.
But Zhao Rang was not sure how high his martial arts cultivation was.
Not to mention that he had also been to Shu in the south, and maybe he had also learned some destructive tricks using poison.
"Don't worry, I won't poison you. If I did, you would have been dead when you were drinking tea just now."
The acting headmaster said.
Zhao Rang nodded, this is correct.
If he used poison, he would have at least ten chances to kill himself.
But now he is still standing here, which means that he never had this idea in the first place.
The acting headmaster said as he rolled up his sleeves.
His forearms are very thin, and his skin is a bit fairer than his face and neck.
With such forearms, there was no sense of strength at all. Zhao Rang couldn't figure out why he rolled up his sleeves.
After finishing both the left and right sleeves, the Acting Headmaster glanced at the sunlight coming from behind Zhao Rang, then looked away, squatted down, and groped back and forth in the empty space under the bookcase on the side wall.
"I remember just leaving it alone. I haven't used it for a long time..."
After a while, he stood up straight again, with his hands lying on a steel plate.
This steel plate is one palm wide, half a palm thick, and completely smooth. It looks like it is made of hundreds of smelted steel. It should weigh two to three hundred kilograms!
But the acting headmaster just held it in his hand with ease, without any abnormalities.
This shows that the weight of two to three hundred kilograms in his hands is the same as that of an ordinary person's twenty or thirty kilograms!
Zhao Rang has never seen anyone possess such great power!
Thinking about the sword used by the Martial Saint back then, it only weighed eighty-one kilograms!
For a weapon that is too long, although the weight can increase the damage, it will also make the weapon bulky and difficult to operate. Therefore, except for a few weapons in this world, there are very few weapons weighing more than one hundred kilograms.
"Boom!"
The headmaster Dai put the steel plate in his hand and pushed it to the ground. The green bricks on the ground immediately turned into powder, and several surrounding pieces were shattered.
Zhao Rang could see that he didn't add any strength to it just now, but relied entirely on the weight of the steel plate itself.
If such a steel plate is danced and dropped, it will definitely smash people into pulp!
Zhao Rang doesn't think his bones are harder than the blue bricks on the ground!
Faced with such a killer weapon, only by fighting for the upper hand and using the fast to defeat the slow can we have a chance of winning.
Zhao Rang's thoughts changed and his steps had already slipped.
Then he shortened his body, raised his shoulders forward, and took advantage of the situation to draw the sword out of its sheath!
Only a whistle was heard, but it was caused by the excessive friction between the blade and the air.
The black steel knife was so weak and out of shape in front of this thick steel plate.
It's like a worm shaking a tree.
But Zhao Rang's sword technique was unusually thick and heavy, as if what he was holding in his hand was not a light and sharp black steel sword, but a large iron plate!
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Rang had already struck more than a dozen times.
But none of the knives directly collided with the steel plate in the opponent's hand.
Master Dai held the steel plate and kept retreating.
With every foot that Zhao Rang's blade advanced, he would retreat a foot and a half.
Fortunately, this hall is extremely spacious, especially the depth is eight feet high, so the acting head teacher will not be able to retreat completely in a short while.
But the more the opponent retreated, the more panicked Zhao Rang became.
Swinging the sword at such a fast speed, Zhao Rang's energy consumption could not last long...
And the other party kept avoiding it, but he didn't dare to slack off at all!
Gradually, the entire hall was filled with the light of Zhao Rang's sword and the scream of the blade piercing the air.
It was as if someone had attracted a swarm of flying bees, which were swarming left and right, looking for a way out.
Zhao Rang was fully focused on his blade and the enemy in front of him, and did not notice two villains lying outside the window of the hall behind him.
The two children put their index fingers into their mouths, wetted them with saliva, and then dug out a medium-sized hole in the window paper.
Then the two of them pressed their faces against the hollow and looked at it with great interest.
"How about it? My friend is great, right?"
The kid in red said proudly.
No matter who looks at it, Zhao Rang has the upper hand now.
The kid in blue looked at it for a while, then shook his head and said:
"Your friend's sword skills are good, but... that person is still scarier!"
The kid in red said unconvinced:
"You are afraid of him, so don't tell the truth!"
The kid in blue shook his head and explained:
"Your friend's sword is extremely fast, his moves are also very clever, and his tossing and turning with body skills is indeed very powerful! But don't forget what the thing in that man's hand is!"
The kid in red took the words and said:
"He was holding that big steel plate and didn't even have a chance to take action!"
The kid in blue snorted coldly, and slapped his partner next to him on the forehead with his finger, making him groan in pain.
"Why did you hit me?!"
"I want you to wake up!"
"That man was holding such a heavy steel plate, but he was still unscathed by your friend's exquisitely taught sword skills. Do you think about the reason?"
The kid in blue's words immediately calmed down the kid in red.
Let alone an ordinary person holding such a heavy solid steel plate... even carrying a bucket of water or a bag of rice noodles would seriously affect the body's balance and speed.
But the steel plate held by Master Dai seemed to be nothing, as if it was integrated with him.
Amidst the light and shadow of the sword, the acting headmaster was like a calm fisherman, quietly waiting for the fish to exhaust its strength.
The steel plate in his hand was like an indestructible shield. No matter how exquisite and swift Zhao Rang's sword skills were, he could never break through this layer of defense.
"If this continues, I will be consumed by him..."
Zhao Rang felt anxious, but he did not dare to relax at all.
Suddenly, Zhao Rang's body shape changed, and his sword skills that were originally as fast as lightning became slow in an instant. Every swing of the knife seemed to carry a huge force, as if it was going to split the entire hall in half.
"Huh, are you finally going to start fighting?"
The acting headmaster snorted coldly, and instead of retreating, he advanced forward and charged towards Zhao Rang's blade.
"Qiang!"
A loud sound of gold and iron echoed in the hall. Zhao Rang's black steel sword finally collided with the acting headmaster's steel plate.
"not good!"
Zhao Rang felt an overwhelming force coming from the blade, and his whole body was shaken backwards.
However, the Acting Headmaster seemed to have no feeling at all, and continued to rush forward without stopping.
"boom!"
There was another loud noise, and the acting headmaster's steel plate hit Zhao Rang's chest heavily.
Zhao Rang felt a tightness in his chest, and his whole body was sent flying out, hitting the wall of the hall heavily.
"Ahem..."
Zhao Rang struggled to stand up, feeling a splitting pain in his chest and almost unable to breathe.
"What are you doing! Are you crazy?!"
Seeing that Zhao Rang was injured, the kid in red outside the door actually wanted to break in and come in to help, but luckily he was caught by his partner beside him.
"Are you coming again?"
The Acting Headmaster said calmly, without any fluctuation in his tone.
Zhao Rang gritted his teeth and tried to suppress the pain in his chest. He did not answer the acting head coach's question, but chose to rush towards the opponent again.
The black steel sword was swung out again, with Zhao Rang's unparalleled determination and courage.
But this time, his attacks were more cautious and precise. He tried to find the acting headmaster's flaws and deliver a fatal blow.
However, the acting headmaster seemed to have already seen through Zhao Rang's intentions.
He easily dodged Zhao Rang's blade on one side of his body, and at the same time, the steel plate in his hand swept towards Zhao Rang's waist.
Zhao Rang's reaction was also extremely quick.
He dwarfed his body and avoided the blow. At the same time, he swung the black steel sword in his hand again, directly at the headmaster's throat.
The movements of both of them reached their extreme, and for a moment the only sounds in the hall were the whistling of blades piercing the air and the clang of steel plates colliding.
While you were coming and going, Zhao Rang secretly adjusted his breathing.
When he suffered a heavy blow just now, the turbid air accumulated in his chest had gradually dissolved and dispersed into his limbs and bones. At this moment, apart from the pain in the skin, flesh, muscles and bones, there were no internal injuries or illnesses.
Of course, this cannot escape the eyes of the acting headmaster.
The steel plate in his hand "whooshed" and slapped Zhao Rang on the head.
Zhao Rang quickly raised his sword to block, but found that the opponent was making a false move.
When it is close to his left temple, pick it up immediately and just click it.
Then, the opponent suddenly took a big step back, and the steel plate in his hand was no longer lying horizontally, but was stretched forward and backward like a stick, from top to bottom, diagonally in front of him.
"Look, that guy is going to change his tactics!"
The kid in blue patted the kid in red on the shoulder and told him to put his face close to it so as not to miss the excitement inside.
Sure enough, the kid in blue hit the nail on the head!
The acting headmaster changed his posture and fully unleashed the full power of this thick steel plate, becoming extremely strong and almost indestructible.
Just the wave of air created when waving the steel plate drew in countless precious Daozang items on the surrounding bookshelves, and then shattered them into pieces.
Scraps of paper were scattered everywhere, like falling snow from the ninth heaven.
"Don't you cherish these Taoist classics the most in your life? Why are you willing to do so?"
Zhao Rang asked.
The acting headmaster smiled sadly and said:
"Anyway, no one in the future generations will be willing to study it with all their heart. If it is destroyed, it will be destroyed. Isn't it great that the foundation accumulated in the past year has turned into snow and been buried with you?"
After saying that, he burst out laughing, his whole body was crazy.
Under such an invincible offensive, Zhao Rang could only flee left and right.
There was actually no room left in the huge hall.
For a moment, the two men were in sync with offense and defense.
Now it was Zhao Rang's turn to lose again and again.
However, compared to the previous acting head coach Yun Dan Fengqing, Zhao Rang is much more embarrassed...
"Okay, no need to read anymore, the winner and loser have been decided."
The kid in blue sighed, put his hands in each other's sleeves, turned around, leaned his back against the wooden board under the window, and sighed.
He is obviously still a villain, but at this moment he feels like he is trying to compose a new poem to express his sorrow. If others saw it, they would definitely laugh.
Fortunately, there was only one child in red beside him.
He couldn't laugh it off.
He cared about Zhao Rang wholeheartedly.
"You are not allowed to have a crow's mouth!"
The kid in red raised his hand and slapped the kid in blue.
But because his movements were too slow and absent-minded, the other party grabbed his wrist.
"You said I don't tell the truth, but now you are using your words to make excuses!"
The kid in blue let go of his companion's hand and said:
"Now that man still has a lot of strength left, he is simply toying with him. Although the knife in his hand is a precious sword, it cannot go head-to-head with such a thick steel plate! After a few more confrontations, this knife must be The blade cannot be curled, and no one can save him unless the golden body in the ninth heaven descends to earth!"
After hearing this, the kid in red pursed his lips and said nothing.
Not long after, he sat down on the ground, crossed his legs and put his palms together.
"What are you doing?"
The kid in blue asked in confusion.
He had never seen such a pious expression on his companion's face.
"I'm begging him."
The kid in red said.
"who?"
"The one in the ninth heaven."
The golden body in the Nine Heavens is none other than Lu Zu, the founder of Baihe Mountain.
The kid in blue casually said it, and the kid in red actually believed it.
Shaking his head helplessly, he sat down next to the child in red and said:
"You are worshiping Buddha. We Taoists pray to God, and our hands are like this!"
Zhao Rang in the hall had no idea that there were two children outside who had begun to put their faith in the misty gods for his life and death.
He only knew that he really couldn't hold on anymore...
If Fan couldn't lift it up in one breath, this thick steel plate would definitely smash his head to pieces.
