"Congratulations to fellow Taoist for accepting good disciples. ←,."

An extremely slight, weak and soft voice sounded faintly.

Ji Hao stood up and looked at the place where the sound came. Under an ancient pine tree more than ten feet away, a middle-aged Taoist with long hair and barefoot was leaning against the ancient pine tree, looking at this side with weak energy as if he had not eaten enough.

Taoist was born with yellow skin and thin skin. The thick burlap robe on his body was hung on his thin body. The wind blew, and there was a 'rake' sound. He held a bamboo stick in his left hand, and a few sparse bamboo branches swayed on the bamboo joints, and more than a dozen bamboo leaves were hung on it. This bamboo stick was like this Taoist, yellow skin and thin skin and sick, and was extremely listless.

Taoist Yu Yu looked at the Taoist coldly and said nothing, while Taoist looked at Ji Hao and exclaimed softly: "It's really a good disciple, a good disciple! Not as old as a hundred years old, the Taoist magic power is comparable to those hard work that has been hard for thousands of years of hard work!"

Ji Hao raised his eyebrows. Taoist Yu Yu's achievements were as good as ordinary practitioners' hard work for thousands of years?

The soul manifests itself outside and can wander freely from the body, and is not afraid of the blowing wind or the sun. Ji Hao knows that this state should be extraordinary, but he really doesn't know that it takes thousands of years of hard work for some people to reach this level.

Taoist Yu Yu put his palm on his knees, patted his knees gently with his hands, and shouted coldly: "What do you have to do with you if I have made my disciple?"

He flipped his palm and took out the wine jar that Ji Hao had just brought. Taoist Yu Yu pulled out the plug and poured it into a sip of wine. He wiped the corner of his mouth with satisfaction, looked at the Taoist coldly and shouted: "My little disciple is filial, capable, and so smart and clever. I am willing to make him! Are you envious or jealous of what you said?"

Ji Hao and Abao looked at the wine jar on Taoist Yu Yu's hand at the same time, rolled their eyes and looked at each other. What about you who promised to quit drinking for three days? Are you going to quit now?

The Taoist shook the bamboo stick in his hand slightly and said with a sad face: "It's not envy, it's not jealousy, but sadness. With the powerful Taoist fellow Taoist, it's reasonable to spend some effort to create such a good disciple. It's just a pity for my disciples..."

As the bamboo slammed, countless bamboo stick figures were pressing over in front of Ji Hao. A terrible pressure came, and Ji Hao's body shook and suddenly it was pitch black from all directions. There was no more thing except the bamboo shadows in the sky.

Despair, boundless despair came. In addition, all Ji Hao's joy, anger, sorrow, and all his perceptions were completely cut off.

With such a strong sense of despair, Ji Hao's newly born soul suddenly became dull and was about to collapse due to boundless despair.

An angry shout came, and a sword sound awakened Ji Hao's soul. The endless bamboo shadows from all directions shattered. Ji Hao suddenly opened his eyes in shock, and felt his whole body was muddy and his body was covered in cold sweat.

Taoist Yu Yu held a clear and flawless blue sword light in his hand, chasing the Taoist like a mad tiger and slashing.

The Taoist looked solemn, and his steps were mysterious. His seemingly slow movements had infinite mystery. His body tilted left and right, and he was dangerously avoiding the sword light that Taoist Yu Yu seemed to be slashing randomly.

The two chased and fled, flashed and slashed, and moved within a few feet of this radius.

Ji Hao just glanced at the figures of the two, and suddenly felt as if endless stars in the wilderness were smashing down. Countless mysteries filled the soul, blocking his soul almost burst. A mouthful of blood almost spit out.

Every seemingly crude move of Taoist Yu Yu and that Taoist contains infinite secrets. Ji Hao's current cultivation level cannot bear the slightest bit of the secrets revealed by one of their moves.

Ji Hao hurriedly turned his head and didn't dare to watch the two of them.

The two chased and escaped for three or five breaths. Suddenly, Abao, who was standing aside, shouted softly, and his figure flashed to the man. His right hand was like a copper hammer, and he punched out lightly.

Ji Hao looked at the punch and couldn't help but widen his eyes. In Abao's punch, Ji Hao vaguely saw a shadow of "One Strike in the Sky".

However, Abao's attack was obviously not as mysterious as the Kaitian attack taught by the Phantom, but it was also added to Abao's own understanding of the heavenly way, and the mystery was different from the Kaitian attack.

The fist flashed, and with a 'bang' sound, the Taoist was punched by Abao on the shoulder.

The Taoist's expression of a frown face finally changed slightly, and a trace of anger arose, and he slapped Abao with one hand and a palm.

Abao snorted coldly, and a simple punch that did not dodge or dodge came forward. He heard a dull sound. The Taoist's body did not move at all. Abao's body trembled slightly and he took three steps backwards in a row.

Ji Hao widened his eyes in horror. Is Abao's cultivation so strong?

The Taoist who was able to put the opposite Taoist Yu Yu slapped it out with one palm, but Abao just took three steps back?

With a 'sweep' sound, the Taoist was punched by Abao and gave him another palm. A flawless action finally showed a crack. Taoist Yu Yu's long sword fell, and the Taoist's left sleeve was cut by a sword, a crack about a foot long, and the sword light even brushed his wrist and cut a half-inch-long wound.

With one sword, Taoist Yu Yu took the sword and retreated, put his hands in his sleeves and sneered.

The Taoist looked at the wound on his wrist with a frown, and saw that the flesh in his wound was as moist as glass, and a strange fragrance of lotus came out of the wound. He sighed softly, and the wound on his wrist healed rapidly without leaving any trace.

"I haven't been injured for a long time." The Taoist erected his waist, which had been a little soft, and squinted at Taoist Yu Yu.

"I can make you hurt more severely." Taoist Yu Yu grinded his teeth and laughed, his fingers in his sleeves jumped rapidly like cramps: "You know, I have an old problem with itchy hands!"

The Taoist was silent. After a while, he glanced at Abao and sneered: "You master and disciple teamed up to hurt me, and it was not a skill."

Taoist Yu Yu smiled brighter and brighter. He blinked his eyes and said maliciously: "Well, I and Abao join forces. You ask ten or eight personal disciples to come over and we will have a big fight! Whoever loses will crawl back to his own temple on all sides. How about it?"

Taoist was silent again.

He looked at Abao deeply and said with a frown: "I can't find someone who can deal with Abao's Taoist, so there is no need to try it."

Taoist Yu Yu smiled so much that his white teeth were exposed: "Let's try it, maybe among your disciples, someone suddenly made great progress in Taoism? Maybe some of them, even I, are not their opponents? Try it, why not give it a try?"

The Taoist's face became more and more worried. He glanced at Taoist Yu Yu and said lightly: "Tell me the serious things!"
Chapter completed!