Dao Xingchen looked at the double swords in Daolin's hands. Until now, he had not looked at Daolin. Even though Daolin's internal strength was not much different from his own, he was able to push himself to such an extent. He attributed all this to Daolin's hands. of the knife.
"How dare you come here to provoke me? It turns out that I got a good knife through some shit. Do you think holding a good knife means you are no longer an ant?" Dao Xingchen shouted angrily and rushed over. This time His internal energy was fully activated, and his whole body was filled with a light cyan color.
"Green Dragon Goes to the Sea!" Dao Xingchen held a short stick this time. If he couldn't fight at close range, he would attack from a distance. He swung the long stick, and a green dragon head appeared on the end of the stick, swinging towards Daolin with a strong aura.
Daolin narrowed his eyes slightly, moved his feet backwards, and frantically mobilized his internal energy. So far, he had only learned the first move of "Canglan Sword Technique", and he had not yet had time to use the subsequent moves.
As the coiling dragon stick continued to be waved, Daolin fought and retreated in search of opportunities. During this period, he kept using the "Pao Ding Jie Niu" move to resist.
It was only then that he realized that he actually didn't know much. Although his level was comparable to that of Dao Xingchen, he had learned too little and his moves were not smooth.
Dao Xingchen was attacking with ease at this time. Seeing that Daolin could only passively parry, he felt a sense of joy in his heart. A country bumpkin is a country bumpkin. No matter how he had the opportunity, he could never compare with the children of a big family.
"Dragon fights in the wild!" Dao Xingchen's offensive changed, the Coiling Dragon Staff burst out with dazzling light, and the cyan internal force instantly transformed into a golden dragon coiling around his body.
An inner force that was even more powerful than before exploded, and Daolin's heart sank. Dao Xingchen's move was like adding a BUFF to himself.
Each stroke of the stick became more powerful and heavier, not as strong as Die Lan, but each stick was stronger than the last, making it more and more difficult for Daolin to resist.
"No, I can't be passive anymore. Now he's using a long stick. I can't get close to him, so I can't threaten him. I have to get close to him!" Daolin retreated while looking for opportunities. As long as there was a chance to get close to Dao Xingchen, he would get close to him. A stick won't hurt. He has Taiyi Huangji's true energy to protect his body, so he can't be beaten to death with a stick.
Dao Xingchen was very proud at this time. He was thinking about beating the drowned dog when he suddenly saw Daolin who was retreating and stopped, and then he hit him with a knife, and the knife and stick erupted into a terrifying wave.
The Coiling Dragon Stick was thrown back by the shock, and Daolin was also shocked and took a few steps back. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for.
It was an opportunity that could never be lost. Daolin didn't care about calming down the surging energy and blood in his body, and rushed forward with force under his feet.
Dao Xingchen was shocked and wanted to wave his stick to resist, but it was too late. He had no choice but to take a wrong step and retreat. He could not retreat as quickly as Daolin, who was already prepared.
With three steps and two steps at a time, coupled with the blessing of internal strength, Daolin was in front of Dao Xingchen in an instant. The blood mist lifted up from bottom to top, and directly knocked away the short stick that Dao Xingchen was forcing to resist.
The moment the Panlong Stick was released, the imperial-given golden knife was already pressed against Dao Xingchen's neck.
As the Panlong Stick fell to the ground with a heavy muffled sound, the fight in front of the Taoist Mansion was finally over.
"You lost!" Dorian said with a smile on his lips.
Dao Xingchen stared at Daolin, his eyes almost bursting with fire.
"What are you looking at! Are you dissatisfied?" Daolin snorted coldly. He put the knife on Dao Xingchen's neck with slight force, and saw a bright red color appear on his neck.
"Stop!" the steward pointed at Dolin and yelled.
"Fuck you! You, a servant, provoked me again and again. If you weren't so blind, how could this young master of yours have fallen into my hands?" Dolin scolded angrily, telling the truth. , if it weren't for these servants, he would still have a slight fondness for Taoism.
"You..." The steward pointed his trembling fingers at Dolin.
"What are you? Others are loyal servants who risk their lives for the master's family. But you are good enough to trick the master's family without blinking an eye. Could it be...could you have a grudge against this young master? , Do you want to use my hand to get rid of him?" Dolin suddenly looked like he had a sudden realization as he spoke.
"You...you are talking nonsense! You are talking nonsense! I am loyal to Taoism, how can I do anything detrimental to the eldest young master." The steward shouted angrily.
"If I were you, I would definitely not try to provoke me now, but go find Dao Qingyun quickly." Daolin said with a half-smile.
As soon as these words came out, the stewards and servants all reacted, and the wise ones turned and ran away.
"You hold on a little longer, and I will let you go when Dao Qingyun comes out." Daolin turned to look at Dao Xingchen and said.
Dao Xingchen stared at Daolin at this time and turned a deaf ear to what he said.
"I know you are dissatisfied. After all, you are the strongest of the younger generation of Taoists. You have received the best training since you were a child. You have your eyes set high and your heart is arrogant. Even if you know that my cultivation level has caught up with you, you still feel Didn't take me seriously."
"What's so great about you? How old were you when you entered martial arts, when did you enter the rank, when did you become a master, and how long have you been involved in Qi Dynasty?"
Dao Xingchen was about to say it, but was stopped by Daolin.
"Stop talking, I don't want to hear about such rubbish qualifications."
"You!" Dao Xingchen blushed in anger.
"I entered the seventh level less than a year ago, and now I am in the seventh level. How can you be so superior in front of me?"
Dao Xingchen was silent, not so much silent as he was shocked and speechless.
In less than a year, he has caught up with me. Who is not shocked by this year of cultivation?
At this moment, footsteps were heard from inside the door, and the people who were blocking the door immediately moved out of the way.
It was Dao Qingyun who came out. Behind him were two middle-aged women, and then a group of middle-aged people.
"Daolin, I'm here, you can let go of Xingchen." Dao Qingyun took a deep breath and said softly when he saw the scene.
Daolin nodded and moved the imperial-given golden knife away from Dao Xingchen's neck.
Dao Xingchen reached out and touched his neck, and when he looked at it, there was blood on his hand.
"I have remembered this sword, and I will definitely return it one day." Dao Xingchen said coldly.
"Humph, don't think about challenging the weeds that have been baptized by wind and rain. I'm afraid your blooming flowers will be blown down in an instant." Dolin called himself a weed, but he was mocking Dao Xingchen.
"Huh! Let's see!" Dao Xingchen said, turned around and walked towards the crowd.
"What's the point of coming to the Imperial Capital Taoist School today?" Dao Qingyun said in a deep voice, and he said the word Imperial Capital Taoist School with great emphasis.
Daolin naturally didn't care about what Dao Qingyun said. He glanced at all the Taoists present and knew no one except Dao Qingyun and Dao Xingchen.
"I'm here to seek justice, justice from my mother!" Dolin said word by word.
