My Disciples Are All Villains - 305

Pan Litian came with interest.

Although he didn’t know how Gong Yuan did it, he really wanted to learn about the kendo of this trick.

Raise your right hand slowly.

A Tai Chi light print slightly larger than the palm of the hand appeared.

Zhou Jifeng, Pan Zhong, and the many female disciples, their eyes lit up. This was the first time they saw Elder Pan taking action, and the first time they saw the legendary old man mobilize his vitality.

An old beggar, an old beggar whose cultivation base has been abolished, and has completely lost his cultivation…Finally, he has some shadow of the past.

It’s just that, what kind of Taoist practice is to master Taiji Yin?

Leng Luo under the mask also showed approving eyes.

Pan Litian launched with a palm.

In that Tai Chi seal, a sword gang appeared…

Hold the sword gang with Inka!

At the same time, in the area where Gong Yuandu was located, many swords appeared.

Logically speaking, the Tongxuan Realm can only control two sword gangs at most.

But under the blessing of the micro array below, it can provide a steady stream of vitality.

Jian Gang on both sides galloped.

Everyone backed away unconsciously.

This is especially a battle of the Xuanxuan level… At first glance it looks like a Fanhai!

Bang bang bang!

Jian Gang collided with each other.

Pan Litian smiled slightly and stepped forward.

The big old hand slapped towards the ground,

boom!

The bluestone floor was cracked.

The pattern is broken!

“Good!” Pan Zhong couldn’t help applauding.

Older gingers are more spicy!

No one stipulates that Kendo can only use Jian Gang!

For practitioners in the Tongxuan Realm, breaking the floor is very reasonable, and the body can be tempered.

Just when everyone thought Pan Litian was going to win–

Those shattered formation patterns, condensed into gangs, gathered together, and flew towards Pan Litian’s Tai Chi seal.

boom!

Tai Chi printed broken.

No more, no less… Gong Yuan had two sword gangs floating in the air.

“Wonderful.” Leng Luo applauded.

Everyone looked puzzled.

Why didn’t you continue to fight?

Haven’t decided the winner yet?

Pan Litian has plenty of time to choose a move. What use is there no matter how many swords Gong Yuan has?

Suspicious, Pan Litian handed over: “I am old, I am willing to go downhill.”

Hua Wudao nodded and acted as an explanation again:

“Tong Xuan’s limit has been reached.”

After hearing the words, everyone suddenly understood.

They all ignored this question… Elder Hua was right. Tong Xuan, being able to control one seal and two sword gangs is already the limit… When Gong Yuandu’s formation was broken, there were two sword gangs, which were already better.

Pan Litian smiled and said, “Your Excellency’s methods really opened the eyes of the old man.”

After speaking, he backed away.

If even experienced seniors like Leng Luo and Pan Litian couldn’t beat Gong Yuandu in kendo, then it would be even more impossible for others.

Younger generations have shallow spiritual experience, which is definitely not something talent can make up for.

Hua Wudao arched his hands: “I’ll forget…I’m only good at defense. Moreover, Liuhe Dao Yin must enter the Yuanshen Tribulation Realm to be able to perform miraculous effects. Kendo is even more of an idiot.”

Wave.

He also returned.

No one can fight the three veterans.

The scene seemed a bit awkward.

Gong Yuan said hehe: “I have studied asceticism in sword practice for a hundred years in the sword ruins, and it is not unusual to win you…”

Duan Musheng waved his Overlord Spear and hummed:

“It’s just some lip service, not a real cultivation base competition. Fighting on the battlefield, who tells you that the rules are fair?”

Yes.

Who will suppress the cultivation base, who will hide the assassin?

boom!

Overlord’s gun hit the bluestone floor.

The vitality of Duanmusheng’s body is like a sea wave, venting to the surroundings.

The others stepped back again and again.

Even Pan Litian and Leng Luo didn’t have so much energy.

In the scene, only Duan Musheng and the black coffin were facing away.

There was a moment of silence, and Gong Yuan spoke–

“If I fight with all my strength, you will die…Of course, I can’t continue to fight.”

The coffin did not move.

Seems to give Duanmusheng time to think again.

You dare?

Everyone in Motian Pavilion also knew Duan Musheng’s temper, and shook their heads and sighed.

Duanmusheng raises his hand!

Under his mobilization, the Overlord Spear left the ground and fell into his palm.

The vigorous qi surrounds the Overlord Spear.

“Then try…”

Hum!

A dharma body about three feet long appeared behind him.

Seated under the golden lotus, two leaves rotate slowly.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Unexpectedly, Duan Musheng was so bold…Neither did he expect that he would stand in front of him without fear.

The atmosphere became tense and violent.

“Duan Musheng, listen to me, don’t be reckless.” Hua Wudao persuaded.

After all, this is the kendo genius of Beidu.

He can set the rules and discuss the sword based on the cultivation of Tongxuan, which has given him a chance.

Why fight with fate?

not worth it!

“Elder Hua doesn’t need to persuade anymore… Master is not here, I’m not up to it, who’s up to it?”

Without Yu Zhenghai and Yu Shangrong’s Motian Pavilion, and the Master’s absence, Duanmusheng naturally had the most weight.

It stands to reason that Pan Litian and Leng Luo are both qualified to stand in front, but their cultivation is far from recovering, and they can only watch.

“good very good.”

Gong Yuandu’s voice increased, “I underestimated Brother Ji, Brother Ji has such a disciple…If this is the case, let you wait and see, the real kendo.”

The vitality around the coffin fluctuated violently.

Compared with just now, it’s a world of difference.

However……

As the coffin was slowly floating, a deeper voice came from the direction of Dongge:

“Get down.”

Duanmusheng knelt down on one knee and said, “Master!”

Leng Luo, Pan Litian and Hua Wudao looked far away.

Except for the three of them, the others knelt down one after another: “Pavilion Master.”

Above the East Pavilion, Lu Zhou stepped into the void, floating slowly like a feather.

Little Yuan’er greeted him and said excitedly: “Master, you are finally here, and the neuropathy in Jianxu came and made trouble!”

Luzhou fell.

Go forward with your hand.

Leng Luo and others slightly bowed their hands towards Luzhou.

Lu Zhou’s gaze fell on the coffin, looked slightly, and said: “Prepare wine.”

Gong Yuandu’s voice in the coffin trembled slightly, and he didn’t know whether it was excited or excited: “Haha…hahaha… or Brother Ji understands me.”

The nun next to her hurriedly went to the North Pavilion and picked up the 100-year-old wine.

In front of the Motian Pavilion Hall, tables and chairs were laid down.

Lu Zhou said: “You are an elder anyway, bullying the younger generation… I am ashamed of you.”

“…”

The coffin landed slowly.

The crowd booed.

Gong Yuandu, who was not alive just now, suddenly seemed to wilt.

In this aura, I am afraid that only a character like Master can stabilize him.

“Brother Ji, he is not the one who broke the contract.”

Luzhou has a calm air.

In fact, he didn’t know why he was in retreat for so long.

The strange thing was that he felt as if it had only been a few days… When he opened his eyes, he suddenly understood that a month had passed.

Lu Zhou didn’t entangle him with this topic, but waved his sleeves.

A jar of wine flew onto the table.

“You plan to hide in the coffin forever?”

The aroma of wine wafted out.

Seeing Pan Litian’s heart itch, he laughed and said, “I didn’t expect to be a fellow man! If I had known this, the old man should fight with you, not the sword!”