The 299th Chapter Persuade You to Drink a Glass of Wine

Pan Litian was interested.

Although he didn't know how Gong Yuan did it, he really wanted to experience the swordsmanship of this move.

Raise the right hand slowly.

A taiji light mark slightly larger than the palm appeared.

Zhou Jifeng, Pan Zhong, and many of the female disciples all lit up. This is the first time they have seen Elder Pan make a move, and the first time they have seen the legendary old man mobilize his vitality.

An old beggar, an old beggar whose cultivation base was abolished and completely lost his cultivation... Finally there is a shadow of the past.

However, what kind of Taoist practice is to master Taiji Yin?

Leng Luo under the mask also showed approval.

Pan Litian launched it with one palm.

In that Tai Chi seal, a sword gang appeared...

Bless the sword with Ink!

At the same time, in the area where Gong Yuandu is located, there are also sword gangs.

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

But with the blessing of the miniature formation below, it can provide a steady stream of vitality.

The sword gangs of both sides galloped.

Everyone backed away unconsciously.

What kind of a battle at the profound level... It looks like a Brahma Sea at first glance!

Bang bang bang!

The sword gangs collided with each other.

Pan Litian smiled slightly and stepped forward.

The old big hand patted the ground,

boom!

The bluestone floor was torn apart.

The pattern is broken!

"Okay!" Pan Zhong couldn't help applauding.

Older gingers are more spicy!

No one stipulates that only sword gangs can be used in kendo!

A practitioner of the Profound Realm,

It makes sense to smash the floor, and body quenching can do it.

Just when everyone thought Pan Litian was going to win—

Those shattered array patterns condensed into ashes, gathered together, and flew towards Pan Litian's Taiji Seal.

boom!

Shattered Tai Chi.

No more, no less... Gong Yuan has two sword gangs left floating in the air.

"Wonderful." Leng Luo applauded.

Everyone looked puzzled.

Why don't you continue playing.

Still no winner?

Pan Litian has plenty of time to choose his moves. What is the use of Gong Yuan's sword gangs?

In doubt, Pan Litian handed over his hands: "Old man, willing to bow down to the wind."

Hua Wudao nodded and acted as an explanation again:

"The limit of Tong Xuan has been reached."

When everyone heard this, they suddenly understood.

They all ignored this issue... Elder Hua was right. Tongxuan, being able to control one seal and two swords is already the limit... When Gong Yuandu's formation pattern is broken, there are two swords, which is already better.

Pan Litian said with a smile: "Your means really opened the eyes of this old man."

After speaking, he backed away.

If it is said that even experienced seniors like Leng Luo and Pan Litian can't defeat Gong Yuandu in kendo, then it is even more impossible for others.

Young juniors, with shallow cultivation experience, are by no means what talent can make up for.

Hua Wudao handed over: "I don't care... I'm only good at defense. Besides, Liuhe Daoyin must be in the Primordial Spirit Tribulation Realm before it can play a miraculous effect. In kendo, it's even more of an idiot."

Wave.

He also backed away.

The three veterans are unmatched.

The scene seemed awkward.

Gong Yuandu hehe said: "I am in the sword market, I have studied and practiced kendo for a hundred years, and it is not uncommon to win you..."

Duanmusheng waved the Overlord Spear and hummed:

"It's just some lip service, and it's not a real cultivation competition. When you fight on the battlefield, who will tell you the rules and fairness?"

Yup.

Who will suppress the cultivation, who will hide the trump card?

boom!

The overlord gun hit the bluestone floor.

The vitality in Duanmusheng's body was vented to the surrounding like waves.

The others stepped back.

Even Pan Litian and Leng Luo don't have so much energy.

On the scene, only Duanmusheng and the black coffin were facing each other.

After a moment of silence, Gong Yuandu spoke—

"If I fight with all my strength, you will die... Of course, I can't continue to fight."

The coffin did not move.

It seems to be giving Duanmusheng more time to think.

You dare?

Everyone in Motian Pavilion also knew Duanmusheng's temper, and shook their heads and sighed.

Duanmusheng raised his hand!

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

The majestic Astral Qi surrounds the Overlord Spear.

"Then try..."

hum!

A dharma body about three feet tall appeared behind him.

Under the seat is the golden lotus, and the two leaves slowly rotate.

The crowd was in an uproar.

I didn't expect Duanmusheng to be so bold... I didn't expect him to stand in front of him without fear at all.

The atmosphere became tense and ready to explode.

"Duanmusheng, listen to me, don't be reckless." Hua Wudao advised.

After all, this is a kendo genius in the northern capital.

He can set rules and discuss swords with the cultivation base of Tongxuan, which has already given him the opportunity.

Why fight for life?

not worth it!

"Elder Hua doesn't need to persuade... Master is not here, I don't support it, who will support it?"

Without Yu Zhenghai and Yu Shangrong's Motian Pavilion, and the absence of Master, Duanmusheng is naturally the most important.

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

"good very good."

Gong Yuandu's voice rose, "I underestimated Brother Ji, who has such a disciple... If that's the case, then let's wait and see, the real swordsmanship."

The vitality around the coffin fluctuated violently.

Compared with just now, it is a world of difference.

However……

Just as the coffin was slowly floating, a deeper voice came from the direction of the East Pavilion:

"Go back."

Duanmusheng was full of excitement, and quickly knelt down on one knee: "Master!"

Leng Luo, Pan Litian and Hua Wudao looked into the distance.

Except for the three of them, everyone else knelt down: "Pavilion Master."

Above the east pavilion, Lu Zhou stepped on the void, like a feather, slowly floating.

Xiao Yuan'er greeted her and said excitedly, "Master, you're finally here, the neuropathy in the Jianxu came to make trouble!"

Luzhou fell.

Walk forward.

Leng Luo and the others bowed slightly to Lu Zhou.

Lu Zhou's eyes fell on the coffin, looked at it a little, and said, "Prepare wine."

Gong Yuandu's voice in the coffin trembled slightly, and he didn't know whether he was excited or excited: "Haha...hahaha...or Ji brother understands me."

The female cultivator next to her hurriedly went to the North Pavilion to get a hundred-year-old wine.

In front of the main hall of Motian Pavilion, the table and chairs were put down.

Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said, "You are an elder anyway, bullying the younger generation... I am ashamed of you."

"..."

The coffin slowly fell to the ground.

The crowd booed.

Gong Yuandu, who was still invincible just now, suddenly seemed to be withered.

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

"Brother Ji, you are not the one who broke the contract."

Lu Zhou looked calm.

In fact, he didn't know why he had been in retreat for so long.

The strange thing is that he felt as if only a few days had passed... When he opened his eyes, he suddenly realized that a month had passed.

Lu Zhou did not entangle this topic with him, but waved his sleeves.

A jar of wine flew over the table.

"Are you going to stay in the coffin all the time?"

The aroma of wine wafted out.

Seeing that Pan Litian was unbearable, he laughed loudly: "I didn't expect to be a fellow man! If I had known this earlier, this old man should have fought with you over wine, not swords!"

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