Chapter 944 Cheng Baishuang realized the Tao and jumped into the realm, and Zhang Shengren Wudang looked for trouble
The old Confucian scholar narrowed his eyes and said, “I said it long ago. With your own little energy, it is not enough to meet me tonight. Even if you hide and unwilling to use the luck of the entire Beiliang, why are you not even willing to gather Xu Weixiong or Xu Longxiang, you are not ordinary people. You are barely lucky. You have to borrow some energy from them. You have to support the situation alone. Why bother? Everyone is going to die. Do you still care about those little details? You Xu Fengnian always jokes that you never do a loss-making business?”
Xu Fengnian ignored this and kept silent.
From childhood to adulthood, as the eldest son of the Xu family, he gave all kinds of strange and rare things to his elder sister and second sister and Huang Man’er. He had never asked them for anything, and he had never thought about it. Just like when I got the two young tiger Kui, I gave them to my second sister and Huang Man’er without hesitation.
When Beimang got the new sword from the Qi sword-casting master Chunqiu, he thought that he could finally replace the wooden sword. The Zhuhe Zhuo from Jiang Fuding was also thinking that he had borrowed embroidered winter and spring thunder from Bai Hu’er’s face, and finally he could repay his favor.
Xu Fengnian has always believed that he had gained too much, so he should not complain, so he should be generous.
The old Confucian scholar stared into Xu Fengnian’s eyes and sneered, “A leaf falls to know autumn. The largest vassal king in Liyang, holding 300,000 elite cavalry in his hand. He is such an indecisive fool. It’s so ridiculous!”
Xu Fengnian said slowly, “It’s too early to talk to you when you win.”
The saint of the Zhang family laughed and said, “When I win you is the time when you die. Who will I express my feelings to you? Do you want me to talk to a dead person?”
Xu Fengnian had a firm look and a cold face: “My master Li Yishan, the king of Shangyin Academy, was offering wine, and Zhang Julu, Li Yang, asked me to help him bring him a piece of soil. There are many more. In my mind, they are scholars. You, the Confucian saint Zhang, have also been fortunate that you have not dared to show up for hundreds of years, otherwise it would really make people laugh.”
The saint of the Zhang family did not care and said with a smile: “It’s too early to say this.”
Xu Fengnian held his breath and concentrated. Since the True Martial Arts dissipated, it has become increasingly difficult to capture the aura of this old Confucian scholar.
The old man raised his arm and drew it casually, and a three-foot green energy suddenly appeared.
The old man seemed to be in memorial and sighed: “The descendants only know my knowledge, but they don’t know that studying and wearing swords, but they started from me.”
When the Zhang family saint’s aura became a sword, Xu Fengnian instantly showed his sword, silently.
The old man stood there, twisted his arm behind him with his sword, and used a simple sword-standing gesture to block the talisman knife behind him that was trying to cut off his head with one knife.
After that, no matter which angle the elusive talisman knife appeared, the Zhang family saint just held the sword in an ordinary manner, and he was already defending himself without any leakage.
The two sides were so angry that they could last for a stick of incense.
Xu Fengnian finally stood twenty steps away from the front of the Zhang family saint.
The old man was still calm and composed, and the three-foot sword in his hand was as powerful as before.
The mud statue of the saint whom he invited into the mortal world behind him did not disappear, and he always looked quietly at the foot of the mountain.
The old man looked around casually, laughed and said in a silence: “Ghost painting talisman! The Beimang true dragon in the talisman knife is in charge of the center as the talisman gall. It is still a bit too much. If you can use the Shenxiao Thunder Method of Longhu Mountain to go to Longhu Mountain, it is a bit far-fetched. What kind of thunder pool is manifested in the world, so how can it summon gods and impeach ghosts, and how can it suppress demons and demons?”
The old man was surrounded by twenty-one pocket flying swords hovering.
The twelve flying swords were given by Deng Tai’a, and the nine flying swords were later cast by Xu Fengnian according to various life intentions. A yellow talisman shining with golden light appeared on each still flying sword.
The saint of the Zhang family exclaimed softly and asked curiously: “Why are the words “Take Dan” missing? The Taoist schools in the world are divided and merged, but in the final analysis, the Tale Dan is nothing more than ten numbers in the character “Gang”. Tale Dan has no words. You have worked hard to create this Tale, where does the spiritual energy come from?”
Xu Fengnian held the hilt tightly and sighed softly.
This should have been a thunder pool he used to suppress the peace of the gods and gods.
As for what kind of talisman this talisman is, it is actually obvious.
Since Xu Fengnian is in Northern Liang, this talisman is naturally the character “Liang”!
Twenty-one swords are connected with each other’s will.
Thunder and lightning are connected between the twenty-one talismans.
The old man shook his head and said, “After reading, the rise and fall of thousands of years, it is also a page that turns over. A small pool of thunder is nothing.”
The saint of the Zhang family stood there, holding a sword in one hand and dipping his saliva in the other hand, making a flipping action.
Pages turned.
Every page is turned, a flying sword falls to the ground.
When the last flying sword was shaking, Xu Fengnian held the knife in both hands for the first time and began to run straight forward.
The saint of the Zhang family waved his sleeves to dissipate the three-foot energy, stepped forward, and sneered, “I really think I’m afraid of your art of blocking the mountain and loathing!”
In an instant, the old man held the tip of the knife with his five fingers in his left hand. Just when the ancestor of Confucian saint was about to slap out with his right hand, he suddenly stopped and frowned.
A rainbow light suddenly cut through the sky from the elephant washing pond, and then landed behind the old man at a faster speed, or in front of the saint’s mud statue.
The sword name is “Manjiaxue”.
When the sword fell, there was no snow, but it brought two brilliant pillars of light to fall from the sky.
Like opening the gate of heaven!
The saint of the Zhang family said helplessly: “You kid is really annoying.”
The old man probably wanted to accumulate strength to deal with the brilliant sky gate, but just let go of the finger holding the tip of the knife, then pushed away the young vassal king, and turned around.
The clay statue of the saint was pulled hard by someone, slowly slid into the sky gate, and its majestic figure gradually disappeared.
The old man raised his feet one after another and stepped on the ground.
Take root!
The old man felt like a strong wind was blowing behind him, his sleeves were clamoring, and he leaned towards the gate of heaven.
Xu Fengnian turned his head and looked east and said in a deep voice: “The sword is coming!”