After Li Taiqing finished speaking, Mustache immediately said: "Yes, it's just a spar. No matter you win or lose, the mother-child sword belongs to you!"
He didn't care about the Zimu Sword in the first place, as long as he could earn back his face.
"interesting……"
A few hook-nosed Western Region warriors folded their arms and looked on coldly not far away. The person on the left said thoughtfully: "Li Taiqing? If I remember correctly, Elder Gu said that this person is the chief disciple of the Qingzhu Sect."
The tall and muscular man in the middle nodded and said: "Yes, I also remembered it. I heard that he is a talented disciple who has just emerged in the past year."
"But since he can be ranked as the chief of the Qingzhu Sect, he must be something special. We just take the opportunity to get a glimpse of him."
The chief disciple of the Qingzhu Sect?
Zhao Lin had been using echolocation to monitor the surrounding movements. When he heard the conversation between several warriors from the Western Regions, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and began to weigh each other's weight.
Walking to Zhong Yewu, he whispered: "Brother Zhong, you can promise him."
Xiang Bao also encouraged: "Old Zhong, push him! Brother Zhao is here, what is there to be afraid of?"
Zhong Yewu was still hesitant at first, but hearing this was like taking a reassurance, and he immediately felt confident.
Thinking that he had already won two games, it would not be a shame to lose, so he said to Li Taiqing: "Okay, let's compete."
"happy!"
Li Taiqing smiled cheerfully and took a few steps forward. The mustache quickly got out of the way and shouted at the unlucky guy: "What are you doing standing still? Call out the count!"
"yes."
The waiter was so frightened that he quickly sang: "One...two, three!"
When he shouted three o'clock, Zhong Yewu used all his strength to push out a palm, and Li Taiqing also waved his palm to greet him.
There was a muffled sound, and Zhong Yewu felt a soft force coming over him. Although he didn't feel how strong it was, his feet were as weak as stepping on a ball of cotton.
His body kicked and kicked uncontrollably, and he took four or five steps back in a row.
Zhong Yewu quickly looked to the opposite side and saw Li Taiqing with a calm expression on his face, standing motionless.
"Senior Brother Taiqing made an extraordinary move!"
"Have you seen the power of my Xiuzhao sect this time?"
The people of Lianhua Sect cheered in unison.
Zhao Lin reached out to help Zhong Yewu and asked, "Are you okay?"
Zhong Yewu shook his head and whispered: "This person's wood attribute energy is quite strange, so be careful."
Zhao Lin nodded, even if Zhong Yewu didn't say it, he noticed it.
Without saying any more words, he walked to the opposite side of Li Taiqing, cupped his hands and said, "Xingyun Sect Zhao Lin, I want to learn from you about your brilliant moves."
Hearing the words Zhao Lin, the eyes of several Western Region warriors suddenly widened.
Although they didn't know that Huo Shan had sent someone to assassinate Zhao Lin, Elder Gu mentioned this name specifically.
Tell them clearly that if they meet Zhao Lin in a martial arts competition, they must kill this person if they have the chance!
Li Taiqing saw that Zhao Lin was young and his cultivation was at the first level of blood realm, so he didn't take it to heart at first.
However, after observing their words and expressions, they found that Zhong Yewu, Xiang Bao and Li Liang looked relaxed, and even talked and laughed with each other, as if they had a chance to win. Knowing that they might have met a strong opponent, they nodded slowly, "If you don't dare to take a clever move, please go ahead!"
After the previous experience, the guy was no longer nervous, and even a little excited. He took the initiative to come over and asked: "Are you two ready?"
Zhao Lin and Li Taiqing raised their hands at the same time.
The boy shouted at the top of his lungs: "One, two, three!"
Zhao Lin and Li Taiqing quickly clapped their palms at the same time. The palm power was like lightning. Bystanders could only see two shadows, followed by a "bang".
The two of them shook their bodies, but neither of them moved an inch.
"What a strength!"
Li Taiqing remained calm on the surface, but he was secretly surprised in his heart. The young man opposite him had unrivaled strength in his palms. If he hadn't saved some strength to defend himself, he might have made a fool of himself.
Zhao Lin was also greatly surprised. Since he started practicing martial arts, few people in the same realm could compete with him in terms of strength.
Li Taiqing's palm force was soft yet strong, like a needle hidden in cotton, almost breaking his own strength.
However, he also kept two hands and used ordinary palm strength without adding ice energy or wind energy.
Because the real competition is in the martial arts competition, exposing one's strength too early is likely to lead to criticism, and the gain outweighs the loss.
Neither Zhong Yewu nor the other disciples of the Lotus Sect expected that the result would be a draw, and they were stunned for a moment.
The faces of several Western Region warriors suddenly changed color. Although they did not personally participate in pushing hands, they could clearly feel the energy generated by the collision of their palms.
The tall, strong man in the lead took a deep breath and sighed: "I didn't expect these two people to be so powerful. I guess even if Senior Brother Mai comes, he may not be able to gain the upper hand."
Another person also echoed: "What Brother Huang said is true. When we go back, we will tell Elder Gu and Senior Brother Mai what we saw and heard..."
Li Taiqing, who was in the field, quickly regained his composure and looked at Zhao Lin, "You have to pay attention to the points in the martial arts competition. If you fight again, you will be inferior. What do you think, Brother Zhao?"
Zhao Lin said: "That makes sense."
Li Taiqing said to the clerk: "Sell them the sword."
The guy was stunned for a moment and asked the mustache with his eyes.
Mustache shouted: "You still won't do it?"
"good."
The waiter quickly ran to the center of the yard, took off the Zimu Sword from Lan Qi, and handed it to Zhong Yewu respectfully.
"Guest sir, this is your son-mother sword..."
Seeing this, Li Taiqing raised his hands to Zhao Lin and said, "Let's say goodbye!"
Zhao Lin returned the greeting: "Goodbye."
Li Taiqing strode towards the door. When he was approaching the door, he suddenly stopped and turned around and said, "Brother Zhao is very skilled. He must be going to Lianhua Mountain, right?"
The martial arts competition will be held in Lianhua Mountain. This sentence is a subtle way to ask Zhao Lin if he wants to participate in the martial arts competition.
Zhao Lin naturally understood and replied: "Of course."
"Okay, then we'll see you on the field."
"See you on the field."
Li Taiqing left the weapons shop, and the Lotus Sect disciples also chased him out.
Mustache bowed and said, "Thanks to Senior Brother Taiqing for taking action today, otherwise I would have lost all face of the Lotus Sect."
Li Taiqing said calmly: "Brother Huang, you're too polite. It's just a little help. Besides, the two Green Bamboo and Lotus sects are connected with each other, so it's appropriate to help."
Seeing that there was no one around, Mustache lowered his voice and said, "Senior Brother Taiqing, why didn't you use the Yin Wood Palm just now? Are you afraid that you might hurt someone and make it hard to explain?"
Li Taiqing hesitated for a moment and said: "The martial arts competition is coming soon. I don't want to use all my strength just because of a trivial matter. Haven't you seen that there are warriors from the Western Regions and Wuche beside me?"
Mustache suddenly realized, "What Senior Brother Taiqing said is that I didn't think well. But the guy named Zhao is just stronger. If we really fight, there is absolutely no way he can be Senior Brother's opponent!"
A dark-faced disciple next to him said: "Of course, Senior Brother Taiqing is the first disciple in a hundred years to cultivate Yinmu Jin before the age of thirty. How can he be compared to the Dai Viet barbarian who has no brute strength?"
Li Taiqing waved his hand to signal everyone to stop talking, and there was some speculation in his heart: "If I didn't try my best, could he also have a backup plan?"
(End of chapter)
