Live broadcast: Taoist priest, stop pretending, you are cultivating immortals

"The Taoist priest is equipped with a sword, and the lethality is more than doubled. I hope the old Taoist priest will be careful."

"Swords have no eyes, I feel the need to call old Taoist Zhang Zhishun over."

"A young man in his 20s bullying a centenarian, isn't that a bit disrespectful of martial arts?"

While there was a lot of discussion in the live broadcast room, Daoist Mo Yuan had already returned to his room and got himself an antique long sword again.

"Uncle Mo Yuan, you gave me the fine steel sword, so what do you use, or should we exchange it?"

"No, I'm old enough to do whatever I want."

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Chapter 253 Master Uncle, Are You Serious?

Daoist Mo Yuan pulled out the antique long sword in his hand, and he chopped it casually.

A transparent sword energy easily pierced the forty centimeter thick wall.

Jiang Yun looked at the shining hole in the wall, he took a closer look and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Master Sanqing, Master Uncle Mo Yuan, we two are just exchanging swordsmanship, you won't invite all the real martial arts swords from Wudang Sect, right?"

The True Martial Sword is not an ordinary sword, it is the saber of Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of the Wudang School.

The sword has a weird shape, and after hundreds of years of tempering with spiritual power and inner energy by the masters of the past generations, it has already become extremely strong, extremely sharp, and cuts iron like mud.

This fine steel sword forged from Damascus steel will be chopped into a saw in minutes in front of the real martial arts sword.

"Boy, don't talk nonsense, the old man insists on trying your No. 1 swordsman today, how much is it?"

"Stay back, laymen, swords have no eyes, it's not good to hurt you." After finishing speaking, Daoist Mo Yuan raised his sword and stabbed straight at him.

The sword energy is overwhelming, and the cold wind is biting.

The crowd watching couldn't help shivering.

Xiao Huihui, who was in charge of the camera, couldn't help complaining: "Sister Bingbing, this cold wind is really not the right time."

"Shut up, we found a big leak, the two priests seem to be serious, you hurry up and take pictures, don't show off the camera."

Zhao Bingbing took out his mobile phone and recorded a video.

Daoist Mo Yuan held a real martial arts sword, and he exuded a strong sword intent, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Jiang Yun frowned: "Damn it, Master Uncle Mo Yuan didn't look like this when he was teaching Taiji swordsmanship at school!"

Whoosh!

With his dazed kung fu, the True Martial Sword directly slashed at him with a two-foot-thick sword energy.

The sword energy rolled up the fallen leaves in the martial arts arena and hit the crowd around the audience, forcing them to take seven or eight steps back.

when!

Jiang Yun blocked with a horizontal sword, he wrapped the spine of the sword with sword energy, and forcibly took the sword.

The two sword qi collided together, sparks splashed in all directions, and the terrifying shock wave made the Taoist robes of the two bulge up.

"Master Uncle Mo Yuan, let's just exchange ideas casually, how can you be so serious!"

"Boy, don't talk nonsense, take the sword!"

The black Zhenwu sword was like a cloud of black rainstorm, directly splashing towards Jiang Yun.

The two common tools collided together, sparks splashed and clanked.

In a short time, the steel sword in Jiang Yun's hand was cut into several gaps by the real martial arts sword, and he was forced to use his sword light to protect the sword.

At the same time, he cursed secretly in his heart, that Zhenwu sword was really perverted to the extreme.

Why didn't the ancestors of Tianyuan Taoist Temple leave a decent long sword for their descendants?

The water friends in the live broadcast room saw the two of them huddling together, and they all gasped.

"Damn it, who said that the elderly's physical strength has declined and they can't do anything, the old Taoist is actually pressing down on the anchor to fight."

"Old Taoist priest, you are really a god!"

"Daoist Mo Yuan gave me the feeling, a bit like the Qingxu Taoist in the fairy sword, too rusty."

"Wudang Mountain is indeed hiding a dragon and crouching tiger. Is this a battle scene that humans can play?"

"Laymen, listen to me, both of them are hypocritical, they just seem to be good at fighting, but they are actually useless. For example, if the two of them slash me with their swords, I will definitely die, but I just refuse to accept it. "

"I estimated that if the old Taoist priest was empty-handed, one person could hit me twenty times. If he held a sword, it would be a massacre."

"Good guy, in the sword move style, they all rushed to greet the throat, neck, head and chest. This is too cruel."

Daoist Mo Yuan put away his long sword and sighed: "Boy, although your level of swordsmanship is high, but just like your master, you are also a fool."

"There is no reason to use a steel sword to resist a real martial arts sword. Use Taiji swordsmanship to overcome rigidity with softness!"

Jingle!

As soon as he finished speaking, the cracked steel sword in Jiang Yun's hand broke into four or five pieces.

The real martial arts sword on the opposite side was unscathed, not even a dent.

After Jiang Yun took a breath, he threw away the hilt in his hand, wrapped his hands with spiritual power, and said solemnly, "Uncle Mo Yuan, please enlighten me."

"Boy, are you crazy? You want to use both hands to beat my real martial arts sword hard?"

"Today, the old man was just asking for a cheap weapon. I admit that my swordsmanship is not as good as yours, so you shouldn't be so desperate, right?" Daoist Mo Yuan said very frankly.

"Uncle, please enlighten me."

"You brat, you are so stubborn, if you don't suffer a little bit, you will suffer a lot when you go outside in the future!"

Daoist Mo Yuan pinched the sword formula, raised his inner strength, and the real martial arts sword made a sword cry.

Swish!

The sword energy screamed, and a sword stabbed.

Jiang Yun took half a step back, holding the Zhenwu sword between the fingers of his left hand.

He suddenly realized the true meaning of Tai Chi. His right hand was like playing a qin and a drum, picking and twisting, playing and plucking.

In a moment, the strength of the real martial arts sword was removed.

Jiang Yun retracted his two fingers, concentrated his whole body's spiritual power on his index finger, and lightly flicked the blade of the real martial arts sword.

when!

A clear and pleasant impact shocked everyone's ears and their eyes went dark.

Even the water friends who were watching the battle from the air behind the drone lens were in a trance.

When they came to their senses, they heard Daoist Mo Yuan roar, "You kid, you don't know what's good or bad."

"The old man is merciful, you actually shattered my Wudang School Zhenpai sword with your hand!"

"It seems that today, we are going to compete!"

When the drone camera came to the scene, the two were already holding red-tasseled spears and fighting into a ball.

The spear came out like a dragon, and the heads of the two spears became a mess.

Even if they were all unopened shield spear heads, there were a few stone holes poked out on the ground, and if they were casually swept across the fence of the martial arts field, there would be a deep ravine.

The wind of the gun flickered, the red tassels fluttered, and the killing was in the dark, very exciting.

Daoist Mo Yuan was furious from his heart, and the red-tasseled spear in his hand slashed down, directly breaking the long spear in Jiang Yun's hand.

The onlookers at the scene were all dumbfounded, not daring to give birth.

The water friends in the live broadcast room couldn't feel the sense of oppression, and they all applauded in the barrage area.

"It's so exciting. I've never seen such a wonderful martial arts scene in many years."

"The two priests are merciful, save some face for action movies."

"That's right, it's much better than those so-called billion-dollar movies and TV shows."

"Is this the real Chinese Kung Fu?"

"Hiss, years of knives, moon sticks and guns for a lifetime, the anchor actually fell into a disadvantage, it seems that this statement is true."

"Damn it, the barrels of those two red-tasseled guns are not for nothing, they actually broke off directly."

Jiang Yun threw away the red-tasseled spear in his hand. He was also slightly startled when he saw Uncle Mo Yuan who continued to stab at him with the spear.

Good guy, uncle today, I'm afraid he really wants to poke a blood hole for himself.

According to the rules of Tianyuan Taoist Temple, the small stick is followed by the big stick.

He raised his hand to grab Taoist Mo Yuan's red-tasseled spear, and the two of them fought at the same time. After the red-tasseled spear broke into two knots, Jiang Yun jumped out of the martial arts arena with Ti Yunzong.

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Chapter 254 Reporter Zhao, I need to add more money (seeking a monthly ticket)

The drone didn't chase after Taoist Mo Yuan and Jiang Yun in the first place. It pointed the camera at the camera crew who were filming Kung Fu documentaries.

Zhao Bingbing looked at the backs of the two people who disappeared, with a dull expression, and asked in a daze: "Huizi, you are an old cameraman in the stage. Faced with this situation, what can you do?"

Xiao Huihui nodded and said, "Sister Bingbing, there is indeed a way, but that way is a bit difficult to realize."

"I need a helicopter and a good pilot."

Zhao Bingbing was silent.

It is actually very common to need a helicopter to support and follow up the shooting of a documentary, but it needs to be contacted and prepared in advance.

Now in the mountains, the two priests have run away without a trace, how can we follow up and shoot?

Seeing the depressing looks of the two in the live broadcast room, the water friends opened their brains and offered advice.

"Don't panic, go to the Wudang faction to borrow a flying sword, the cameraman holds the camera, steps on the flying sword and chases after it."

"Whether Master Chen knows how to control swordsmanship, I think he can take along for a follow-up shoot."

"Fellow daoists, don't talk nonsense. Master Chen's Flying Sword is limited today and cannot be lifted into the air. The other Daoist masters of the Wudang sect have not yet obtained their driver's licenses for sword control."

"Why do you have to consider sword fighting skills? I think sword fighting skills are also good [funny]"

"Squirrel Aviation, fellow Taoists, are you polite?"

After Daoist Chen Yunlong saw the barrage in Jiang Yun's live broadcast room, he cupped his fists, looked at the camera, and urgently refuted the rumors: "Everyone, laymen, please don't spread rumors."

"Our Wudang sect doesn't have sword control skills. As for flying swords to carry people, it's even more nonsense."

The water friends in the live broadcast room are all talents, and they all speak quite nicely.

"Master, we want to see, can you learn?"

"Practicing Tai Chi live every day is really boring. I want to learn Yujian."

"Anyone who supports Sect Master Chen's learning of swordsmanship will be deducted!"

"+1 [Secret Observation]"

"..."

When everyone was fooling around, Zhao Bingbing looked at the drone, and a flash of light suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Hui Zi, I can't get you a helicopter, so how about a drone?"

"Okay, but Miss Bingbing, where did we get the drone?"

"It's far away in the sky, close in front of you, look!" Zhao Bingbing pointed at Jiang Yun's rather intelligent drone and said.

"Sister Bingbing, the kung fu documentary we filmed directly copied Daoist Jiang's live content, isn't that good?"

"What are you afraid of, let's just buy the copyright of today's live broadcast."

After Zhao Bingbing finished speaking, he called Jiang Yun directly.

Jiang Yun was fleeing for his life, when he received this call, he was silent for a long time, then said calmly: "Reporter Zhao, Pindao is avoiding the pursuit of Master Mo Yuan, you call me to say this?"

"Also, the copyright of today's live broadcast needs to be paid!"

As a professional reporter, Zhao Bingbing really almost missed this stalk.