Once you get started, it's easy to get angry and stop talking.
Unless you are the one who has the upper hand, you can always be calm and calm.
This disciple of the Holy Fire Sect slapped others and thought it was natural. After being slapped, it became like killing his father.
He immediately went for the kill, using the Fire Cloud Palm, and the flames boiled in the palm. As long as he slapped it, it would definitely be choked.
Whether he can be killed with one palm depends on Zhou Xiaozhou's strength.
The sloppy old man had no idea what Zhou Xiaozhou's strength was. He was afraid that he would suffer a loss and wanted to save him, but was blocked by Deacon Yuan.
"Taoist Master Lao, you are a sect that knows no good and is worthy of death!"
While talking, one person was knocked away.
Deacon Yuan glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the person standing was Zhou Xiaozhou. He quickly looked at the person who was knocked out. Sure enough, that person was his disciple.
He was so angry that he roared again, "Ji Yuncheng, are you going to die?"
His old face was completely lost.
The last slap was considered careless, which is fair enough, but what about this one?
This time Ji Yuncheng fell to the ground, jumped up suddenly, and wanted to rush forward to continue fighting. As a result, he kept vomiting blood and fell slowly to the sky after taking a few steps.
died.
Zhou Xiaozhou punched him to death.
Zhou Xiaozhou himself couldn't explain how powerful this punch was. When someone wanted him to die, he also tried his best to kill him and punched with all his strength. His punch was faster, hitting the opponent first and sending him flying.
Unexpectedly, the opponent died with just one punch without hitting him.
Whether one person from the Spring and Autumn Sect dies or two people die is not a big deal, but if someone from the Holy Fire Sect dies, it is a big deal.
The sloppy old Taoist was a little surprised, but instead he was happy and nodded repeatedly: "You deserve to die, you deserve to die..."
Deacon surnamed Yuan quickly checked on the disciple surnamed Ji, gave him first aid, and stuffed pills into his mouth, but he still couldn't save his life, and his face was extremely ugly.
"You must pay with your life for being so vicious."
"What are you dreaming about?
Meng Chunqiu’s Spring and Autumn Dream? "
The sloppy old Taoist sneered, "Your disciple wanted to kill others, but was eventually killed for all to see. This means he died unjustly and in vain.
The disciples who are weak in ability and poor in academic skills, in a fair fight, are the last to come first, and no matter where they go to argue, they all make sense. "
"Everyone has been beaten to death, how can there be any reason?"
Deacon surnamed Yuan waved his hands angrily and shouted, "Kill this man."
Seven or eight Holy Fire Sect foundation-building disciples immediately swarmed forward.
The sloppy old Taoist was furious and blocked him: "Do you think the Canghai Sect is easy to bully?"
Deacon surnamed Yuan sneered: "Canghai Sect is thousands of miles away. No matter whether you are easy to bully or not, you must abide by the rules of Jiuchong Mountain in Jiuchong Mountain. If you kill the law enforcement disciples of our sect, no matter who you are, you must be beheaded and there will be no second choice."
Deacon Bai Xufang wanted to be more peaceful, but at this time, someone in his sect died, so he couldn't be a good person. He also stepped forward to stand in front of the sloppy old Taoist and said: "Friend Taoist, this disciple of yours is too murderous. He has become possessed, so it is best to kill him as soon as possible."
If it was the disciple of the Holy Fire Sect who killed Zhou Xiaozhou on the spot, it would not be that he was possessed by a demon, but that he was killing demons and upholding justice.
"Do you think poor people are easy to bully?"
The sloppy old Taoist couldn't bear it any longer. He grabbed a person with one hand and threw the two deacons of the Holy Fire Sect out of the Taoist temple like scarecrows.
The two deacons in the later stage of Jindan were actually picked up and thrown away by him like a child. Although there was an element of being caught off guard, it was not something that everyone could do.
Such a turn of events frightened the foundation-building disciples of the Holy Fire Sect and they quickly ran outside the Taoist temple.
So scary!
Their respective masters were all thrown out at once. If they stayed here, they would be waiting for death.
"You...you are a heavenly person!"
Meng Chunqiu also hurriedly ran out, turned around and cursed, "You are already at Heaven level, why are you still flying with a sword?"
Heaven level means that you can fly freely without the help of flying swords. Taoism is called Nascent Soul stage, which can be regarded as truly entering the Tao.
When warriors enter the Tao, they also enter this Tao and can fly to the sky directly, which is commonly known as the heaven level.
Those who can fly freely are called Heavenly Stage. If broken down, there are many levels in Heavenly Stage. But it is too far away from ordinary people, and there is no need to distinguish it so clearly. It is enough to call it heaven level.
The sloppy old Taoist came to Jiuchong Mountain to look for a breakthrough. He thought he had never made a breakthrough. He didn't know when he had made a breakthrough.
Now that we have made a breakthrough, we can tell the world about it. Why are we still pretending to fly with a sword?
Meng Chunqiu felt fooled.
If he knew that the old Taoist had reached the heaven level, there was no need for his attitude to be so tough. He could have been more tactful.
Even giving up directly is not a shame.
"Whether a poor man can handle a sword or not is none of your business."
In fact, I just made a breakthrough recently, and I was still in a stable state of seclusion, but I was forced out.
The sloppy old Taoist kicked the body of the Holy Fire Sect disciple away and said, "Get out of here."
The level of events is different. If a sect has a heavenly level, it is no longer a small sect. It must be considered a medium sect at least.
Even if there are only a few people in Canghai Sect, it is not considered a small sect.
"Just wait for me. Someone from this sect will come and take care of you."
Deacon surnamed Yuan became disgraced, got up and flew away with his sword, returning to the sect to bring in reinforcements.
The person who upholds justice naturally needs to be crushed by force so that both parties can sit down and talk honestly. If he no longer has the strength to hold the situation, he has to find someone more powerful to help him uphold justice.
Now he has become a victim, and like Meng Chunqiu, he has to cry to others.
Deacon Bai Xufang patted the snow water on his body and sighed: "It's just a trivial matter, why bother making it bigger and bigger. Fellow Taoist, if you have something to say, please talk it over. There's really no need to have to quarrel with each other."
"You've always been unwilling to talk properly, right?"
The sloppy old Taoist said coldly, "I am just trying to stabilize my cultivation before returning to the East China Sea and reunited with everyone in Jiuchong Mountain. Are you going to force me to go on a killing spree?"
"Fellow Daoist Lao made a serious statement. It was just a misunderstanding. There is no need to make a big deal out of it."
Deacon Fang wanted to suppress this matter, but now that the person who died was a member of his own sect, it was difficult to suppress it.
When someone else's family dies, the matter can be suppressed with just a few words, without causing much trouble.
How can law enforcers tolerate the death of someone in their own family?
What's more, Deacon Yuan has always been the one with a bad temper and a bad temper.
This matter is no longer something Deacon Fang can control.
Sure enough, not long after, Deacon Yuan came speeding over with a red-faced veteran.
The red-faced veteran walked calmly and calmly in the sky, as if strolling in a courtyard, easily keeping up with Deacon Yuan who was flying with his sword at full strength.
"Elder Bian, I apologize for alarming you."
Deacon Fang hurriedly bowed and saluted. He seemed to be older, but when his cultivation had fallen to a higher level, he could only consider himself a junior.
