White Snake Demonstration Walk

Chapter 300 Izumoko

As soon as the old eunuch finished speaking, a person jumped onto the stage and said with a laugh: "I'm Liu Hong, which fellow Taoist dares to fight me?" He immediately attracted everyone's attention.

This Liu Hong is wearing a bright Taoist robe, combing his hair with a high crown, and holding a fine steel long sword in his hand, shining brightly under the sunlight. It's enough for the younger generation, but it's a pity that this grand event of martial arts has attracted many capable people and strangers from all over the world. His eyesight is still there.

This Liu Hong's complexion was pale, his footsteps were flimsy, and he didn't have the slightest aura on him. He wasn't a Taoist, he was clearly a prodigal who wanted to get away with it.

Sure enough, this Liu Hong was defeated by his opponent not long after he came to the stage, and slipped off the stage in embarrassment amidst the laughter of the crowd. Although the later man looked powerful, he was just an ordinary person with some martial arts, and he was not a person who practiced Taoism. generation.

Afterwards, dozens of people came to the stage, all with their own means. Even though they were not Taoist monks, they won thunderous applause by virtue of their martial arts skills that they had practiced hard for many years.

These people are also very knowledgeable, knowing that with their own abilities, they will never be able to compete with Taoist masters. If it is too late, they may not even have the chance to take the stage, so they are all eager to go on stage, and use their strength to show off their skills. The people who came to watch the fighting were not only the royal family members, but also many high-ranking officials, wealthy businessmen and gentry. If they could be favored by these people and be accepted as guards and servants, they would be able to enjoy the glory and wealth in the rest of their lives. .

After a long time, finally a Taoist priest came up to the stage. A Taoist priest on the left swung a mahogany sword in his hand forward, causing bursts of flames, while his opponent was a man with white beard and hair. The old Taoist, holding a golden drum, his eyes seem to open and close, and he is chanting words.

The auras of these two Taoists were dim, scattered but not condensed, at most they were at the fifth or sixth level of Qi refining, but they were much stronger than those ordinary people.

The Taoist on the left waved his mahogany sword, and a crimson flame the size of a millstone was cut out, flying forward obliquely, and it was about to fall on the old Taoist opposite, scaring many people in the audience to close their eyes. Eyes, the Taoist couldn't help being happy when he saw this, but the next moment the old Taoist slapped the golden drum in his hand, and there was a loud bang, and circles of golden patterns visible to the naked eye scattered, and the flame was blown away.

The golden drum in the old Taoist's hand kept beating, the sound of the drum was as fast as rain, the middle-aged Taoist was caught off guard, and hurriedly put the mahogany sword across his chest to block it, but it broke into two pieces with a cracking sound, the gold pattern reached his chest, and he turned backwards He flew out and fell unconscious on the stage.

The cheers from the audience suddenly shook. Compared with those people from the rivers and lakes before, these methods made them feel even more excited.

As time went by, the fighters who fought next became more and more powerful. It was noon, the sun was shining brightly, and the atmosphere was even more intense. At this moment, the only person left on the stage was a man in Tsing Yi, with a high crown and a belt. A tall young man holding a green sword. Relying on the green blade in his hand, this man has defeated 30 to [-] people in a row before, and he won each time calmly, becoming the focus of the field.

On a tall attic on the west side of the imperial city, more than a dozen soldiers in armor and armed with knives were guarding outside a box. If anyone was familiar with it, just by looking at the attire of these soldiers, they could tell that they belonged to Prince Liang's Mansion. guard.

At this moment, the voices of several people could be faintly heard from the box.

An old man in his sixties, wearing a robe with a purple python and gold pattern, a light yellow jasper belt around his waist, a purple gold crown on his head, and a red gemstone on his waist, is standing in front of the window with a majestic face, squinting his eyes at the scene below, It's just the cold light flashing in his eyes from time to time, which adds a bit of cunning to his look.

Standing behind this person is a young man in his twenties. His appearance is seven or eight points similar to him. He is also dressed in red clothes and crowned with luxury. His eyes glance away from time to time, and he is obviously a scheming person.

These two people are the famous, or can be said to be the notorious Liang Wang father and son in the ruling and opposition parties!

King Liang's eyes fell on the square, his hands behind his back, he was thinking about something, after a long time, he said: "Xu Daochang, I think this person is very powerful, I don't know if he can beat him?"

It turned out that standing beside King Liang was an old Taoist man wearing a black robe with a gloomy face. Just standing there, he gave people a cold and gloomy feeling for no reason. After hearing what King Liang said, Taoist Xu , Jie Jie smiled and said: "My lord, don't worry, just watch me take him!"

Hearing what he said, King Liang couldn't help nodding his head in satisfaction, and said, "I will leave everything to the Taoist priest! If it can be done, there will be countless benefits for both of you and me!"

Taoist Xu chuckled, but without saying a word, he jumped and disappeared.

A shadow suddenly fell from the arena, startling everyone looked up at the sky at the same time, only to see a black streamer of ink-stained light falling from the sky, falling like a meteor, and the light surged on the ground, turning into an old Taoist who was hidden in a black robe, Only an old bark-like face was exposed, and the old man was wearing a huge black gourd around his waist. His robe was blowing like a drum, and there were streaks of spiritual light surging on the top, which made it easy for people to see the difference at a glance.

The young swordsman frowned when he saw this, the old Taoist was obviously far inferior to those previous opponents, he couldn't help but look a little more solemn, and asked in a deep voice: "I don't know who this senior is?"

The old Taoist chuckled and said, "I'm a qi refiner in the Bailian Cave of Zhending Mountain. People call me Izumo Xu Yang. Have you ever heard of it?"

Hearing this, the young swordsman shook his head and said, "I'm really ashamed, Lin Yiyuan, a disciple of Shu Mountain, has learned from seniors, and I hope that seniors will not hesitate to teach you!"

Xu Yang couldn't help laughing when he heard the young boy's self-report, "You really haven't heard of the old man's name?"

Lin Yiyuan shook his head and said: "Indeed not." After a moment of pondering, he said again: "Should I know senior?"

Qiao Chen'an, who was watching from the attic at the side, heard the old Taoist self-identify, and always felt that the name "Izumo Zi Xu Yang" sounded familiar, but couldn't remember where he had heard it before. His eyes fell on the old Taoist, and he couldn't help but fell into deep thought. , Looking back on everything I have experienced in the past few years.

A person who cultivates the Tao has the ability of photographic memory, and his ability to recall knowledge is far beyond ordinary, but for a moment, his eyes flashed, and he finally found information about this person in his memory!
Years ago, he carried Mu Qingying on his back and fled all the way to Xiaozhu Mountain, fighting various factions. By chance, he got a few magic gourds. Bai Luoyu, one of the three guardians of the Moon Worship Sect, arrived in time to turn the tide, and was able to escape smoothly.

The leader of the Demon Cult seemed to have said such a sentence before he died that day.

"Family teacher Xu Yang, the son of the cloud, also hopes that the god will spare his life!"

(End of this chapter)