MTL - God of Taoism-Chapter 64 Are you convinced?

  Chapter 64 Are you convinced?

  Bai Cangdong's eyes flashed approval, even under such anger, he was still not completely blinded by emotions.

  The figure didn't move, the palm moved slightly, and a long sword appeared in Bai Cangdong's hand, Ba Yuezhan slashed out, it was not Nangong Xiao's person but his sword.

  Boom!

  The two swords intersected, Nangong Xiao's long sword was cut off directly, and the blade in Bai Cangdong's hand stopped less than one centimeter from the top of his head.

   "A fifth-rank scribe can't even take a single move from me. Are you convinced that you are trash?" Bai Cangdong looked at Nangong Xiao and said calmly.

   "I don't agree, you are just relying on a magic weapon. If it is the same, I will never lose to you." Nangong Xiao stared at Bai Cangdong stubbornly and said.

"Okay." Bai Cangdong took the Wuding Sword back, stretched out his hand and broke off a two-foot-long branch that was only as thick as a twig from the nearby tree, looked at Nangong Xiao and said, "Just now I used a real-level weapon. If you think I am relying on weapons to defeat you, then I will use this thing as a weapon."

  Nan Gongxiao's face was ugly, as if he had been greatly insulted, Huang Xian, Song Le and Lei Shi also looked at the branch in Bai Cangdong's hand in amazement.

The branch looks soft and soft, it can't even stand straight, as if it will break if you touch it casually, Bai Cangdong wants to use it as a weapon to fight Nangong Xiao again, I feel that Bai Cangdong is really a bit exaggerated .

It is also the Saint Grade True Fate Dao Seal, Bai Cangdong is only the first grade of scribes, and Nangong Xiao is the fifth grade of scribes. Just now Bai Cangdong cut off Nangong Xiao's sword with a real-level magic weapon, how can he win with this branch now? Nangong Xiao.

   Nangong Xiao gritted his teeth and summoned another sword weapon. He is the proud son of the Nangong family, and he has more than one sword weapon on him.

   With a flash of sword light, Nangong Xiao used the heart-piercing swordsmanship again, and the long sword stabbed out like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter. The end was so weird and dangerous that Lei Shi, who was relatively slow to react, couldn't see how the sword was thrust out.

   Bai Cangdong stood there, looking down at Nangong Xiao as if condescending, raised the branch in his hand high, and slashed straight at the sword in Nangong Xiao's hand as before, like a crescent moon.

  The branch clashed with the sword, and the seemingly soft branch shook slightly. The high-grade sword in Nangong Xiao's hand was cut into two pieces again, and the branch was once again less than one centimeter away from Nangong Xiao's head.

   "Are you convinced now?" Bai Cangdong looked at Nangong Xiao expressionlessly.

   "I don't agree, my practice is mainly about speed, but the method you practice is only powerful, so what's the point of beating me, there is a feeling that you are faster than me." Nangong Xiao said bravely.

   "It's faster, isn't it?" Bai Cangdong smiled slightly, and the branches and leaves in his hands moved abruptly, directly peeling along Nangong Xiao's scalp.

  Nangong Xiao was startled, subconsciously dodged and retreated, but dodged the branch, but a foot-long hole was cut in his clothes.

The branch in Bai Cangdong's hand slashed at Nangong Xiao again, Nangong Xiao hurriedly drew out his long sword to meet him, but the long sword was cut off again, and at the same time, another cut was made on his clothes, intersecting with the one just now Suddenly, a large piece of the clothes was torn, exposing a large piece of flesh on the chest.

Bai Cangdong cut off the branches in succession, and Nangong Xiao drew two swords to block them twice, but they were all cut off, and then he had no weapons, and couldn't escape, so he could only watch Bai Cang helplessly. The branch in Dong's hand kept falling down, and in a blink of an eye, the chopped off clothes were all in tatters, and it was almost impossible to cover his body. In the end, the branch in Bai Cangdong's hand slammed onto his body, and he was thrown to the ground immediately. Can get up.

Bai Cangdong looked coldly at Nangong Xiao who was lying on the ground like dead ashes: "I accepted you as a disciple because you have some talent. Unlike those ordinary people outside, if you follow me to practice hard, you may be able to go on the road to success in the future." The path that I myself failed to follow, I did not expect to be wrong.”

Throwing the branches aside casually, Bai Cangdong turned and walked towards the wooden house: "In my opinion, those ninth-rank scribes and holy-rank scribes are just a bunch of garbage, and your talent is far superior to them, but since you If you think that you can’t even compare to those rubbish, then I’m mistaken. If you still have this kind of mentality, go to Lihuoyuan and find that Chilong as your master. I’ll just pretend that I’ve never seen it You. If even Mingzhu herself thinks that she is just rubbish, or even worse than rubbish, then there is nothing to regret about Mingzhu's secret vote."

   After finishing speaking, Bai Cangdong had already walked into the wooden house, while Nangong Xiao was sitting on the ground with ashen face, forgetting to stand up.

   "Ah Xiao, are you still dissatisfied?" Huang Xian suddenly looked at Nangong Xiao and said.

  Nan Gongxiao bit his lip and said nothing, he was really not convinced, Bai Cangdong was just stronger than him in strength, if he was strong enough, how could Bai Cangdong block his sword.

"On the battlefield, the winner is king. Who cares what you are good at. If you lose, you lose. There is no excuse. And even if your vigor is the same as that of your master, you will still lose." Huang Xian said lightly.

   Nangong Xiao suddenly raised his head and looked at Huangxian, as if he didn't believe what Huangxian said.

Huangxian sighed lightly: "If I read correctly, the slash that master used has already condensed the artistic conception. Master is worthy of being a perfect disciple. The body of a first-rank scholar can actually condense the artistic conception. I am afraid that there is no one in Nanli Academy in ancient and modern times. In other words, there has never been a single person in Qingzhou, so you are not wronged."

   "You said he has condensed the artistic conception?" Nangong Xiao was shocked suddenly, and looked at Huangxian in disbelief.

   "The authorities are obsessed, but the bystanders are clear. You should think about it carefully. If you weren't mentally unstable just now, when Master used the branch as a blade to strike, you should be able to see something." Huang Xian said.

After being reminded by Huang Xian, Nangong Xiao recalled Bai Cangdong's slash with a branch. The slash was pure and domineering, and the seemingly ordinary slash made him feel irresistible and unable to compete with it. The feeling is definitely not caused by technique.

  At that time, Nangong Xiao was so bewildered by anger that he couldn't feel it, but now that he thought about it carefully, there was fine cold sweat overflowing from his forehead.

   "The artistic conception... is really the artistic conception... He, a first-rank scribe, actually condensed the artistic conception..."

"Think about it, the master values ​​you and thinks you are a talent, so he accepts you as a disciple, but you look down on yourself. If you even give up on yourself, there is no point in staying. It is better to follow the As the master said, it is better to worship the Chilong sage as a master, what to do is up to you to decide." Huang Xian sighed softly, walked slowly towards the mirror stone, and looked at the Taoist poems carved on the mirror stone.

   Nangong Xiao was in a trance after being told by Huang Xian.

   "I accepted you as a disciple because I saw that you have some talent, which is different from those ordinary people outside..."

   "In my opinion, those ninth-rank scribes and holy-rank scribes are nothing more than a bunch of rubbish. Your talent is far superior to them..."

   "If even Mingzhu herself thinks she is garbage, or even worse than garbage, then there is nothing to regret about Mingzhu secretly casting..."

Bai Cangdong's words rang out in Nangong Xiao's mind, but at this moment Nangong Xiao felt ashamed, his expression fluctuated, and then looked at the Phoenix Immortal in front of the mirror stone, Nangong Xiao gritted his teeth fiercely, walked to the wooden house and fell bow down.

   "The disciple knew he was wrong, please give the master another chance, Nangong Xiao will never let the master down again."

   Thank you Tianwuwutianjie for your reward.

  (end of this chapter)