Chapter 1252 Battle of Daokui (1)

Liu Qinghuan said lightly: "I do look down on you, so how do you treat me?"

When he spoke, his tone was very calm, but the scornful attitude in his words was clearly revealed, which caused an uproar in the audience.

I saw a flash of excited red light on the face of Lian Zhen opposite me, but she clapped her hands instead of getting angry and said with a smile: "Okay, I finally look like a Taoist priest! However, you want me to admit Your status as a Taoist leader is not just about talking about it, don’t you think so, fellow Taoists?”

Someone immediately echoed: "That's right, anyone will let go of harsh words. The key is to have real ability!"

"Stop talking nonsense, won't we be able to tell who is strong and who is weak in a fight?"

"Okay, let's have a fight! Daokui, show everyone your true skills, hahaha!"

There were jeers and laughter all around. Liu Qinghuan stood in the middle of the crowd, his expression still unwavering.

In fact, he had already expected that today's scene would happen. Even if it didn't happen here in Taihao, it would happen at other times. The name of Daogui will bring him a great reputation throughout the world of immortality, but it will also be accompanied by countless doubts.

Liu Qinghuan also knew what Lian Zhen wanted, and he was not afraid to face his doubts!

In the blink of an eye, Liu Qinghuan had made a decision, and just as he was about to speak, he heard a loud "bang" from behind him, but it was Taihao who smashed the wooden table beside him into pieces with one palm!

"Lian Zhen!" Taihao's face turned dark and he shouted angrily: "Do you think that my master is dead?! This is the Xuanyue Cave, not your Xuanhuang Realm, and fellow Taoist Qinglin is my honored guest. If you don’t want to attend today’s banquet, please leave immediately!”

As soon as these words came out, the smugness on Lian Zhen's face disappeared without a trace, and those who were booing also stopped smiling. Faced with Taihao's undisguised anger, the hall became silent.

They were so carried away that they actually forgot that Taihao was one of the Three Great Masters of Qingming and a late-stage Mahayana monk, which was extremely difficult to offend.

"This, fellow Taoist Taihao..." Lian Zhen's expression froze, and she obviously wanted to go back and add a few words, but Taihao no longer gave him face: "You are not afraid of making people laugh with your shameless appearance!"

Without giving Lian Zhen a chance to reply, he continued: "How long have you been a Mahayana fellow Taoist Qinglin, and how many years have you been a Mahayana monk? A dignified mid-level Mahayana monk has gone through the fifth level of immortality, but he is competing with a fellow practitioner who has just been a Mahayana practitioner. , will it be glorious if you win, and what if you lose?”

Lian Zhen glared at Taihao angrily: "What a joke, I can't possibly lose!"

Taihao sneered and said: "The snow is seeking oil, the iron tree is blooming, there are so many impossible things in the world, and you are so sure that you will not lose? Then if you lose, are you ready to tear off your face and throw it away?" Are you going to let everyone step on you, or are you going to kneel down and lick your head to apologize to fellow Taoist Qinglin? I'm afraid that even if you want to lick your head, others won't want it!"

Lian Zhen's face turned green and blue, and she was choked and couldn't speak for a while.

Liu Qinghuan already understood the meaning of Taihao's words, and felt a little regretful in his heart, but still showed a hint of gratitude to the other party.

Taihao was obviously very dissatisfied with Lianzhen taking the lead in sabotaging the banquet he hosted, but when faced with the cultivators' doubts about the Taoist leader, Taihao could not suppress them, so he provoked Lianzhen with his words and asked him to retreat in spite of the difficulties.

Liu Qinghuan actually didn't mind competing with Lian Zhen. Although the other party was a middle-stage Mahayana monk and one of the elders of the Presbyterian Church, he was sure that at least he would not suffer a disastrous defeat when fighting against him.

The Elders Council of the Nine Heavens Immortal Alliance is not selected based on their strength, but is the result of the competition and trade-off between all parties and forces in Qingming.

For the nine elder positions, not only Qing Ming's Five Halls, Nine Heavens Immortal Alliance, etc. want to have a seat in them, but all the big interfaces under Qing Ming also want a share of the pie, and those powerful casual cultivators will not be taken away for their own benefit. If you squeeze too hard, you will also join the fight.

Therefore, Lian Zhen's ability to enter the Presbyterian Council does not mean how powerful he is, but more because behind him is the Xuanhuang Realm, which is about the same size as the Wanhu Realm, has a high-level interface, and is among the forces of Qingming. The famous large interface.

Of course, even if Lian Zhen becomes a martial artist, his personal strength must not be underestimated. As one of the elders of the Presbyterian Church, he was extremely disrespectful to Taihao at the banquet, which also showed that there were conflicts and differences within the Presbyterian Church.

Liu Qinghuan was just thinking that Lian Zhen was suppressed by Tai Hao, but he didn't expect that the other party was so obsessed with him. He suddenly said: "Okay! A man can bend and stretch, so isn't it just a matter of licking his head and apologizing? If I lose, not only will I give Qing Lin Fellow Taoist apologized and even took out a Xuantian Spiritual Treasure as an apology!"

"Huh~" There was an exclamation in the hall, everyone looked at Lian Zhen in dumbfounded manner, even Taihao looked sideways at him.

"Lian Zhen, do you really mean what you say?"

"Seriously!" Lian Zhen said without hesitation.

"Hahaha, Brother Lian Zhen is still so heroic!" Taihao suddenly changed his expression, turned to Liu Qinghuan with a smile on his face and said: "Since Brother Lian Zhen proposed to compensate with a Xuantian Spiritual Treasure, Qing Fellow Daoist Lin, do you see?"

Liu Qinghuan glanced at the people in the lower hall and said with difficulty: "But if I lose, I don't have the Xuantian Spiritual Treasure with me to use as a bet."

As soon as these words came out, all the cultivators were silent, and they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts. If you want to say fake fishy and shameless, this fresh Taoist master is obviously also a good player!

"Okay, I am willing to take out the Lingbao myself, you don't need to do the same as me!" Lian Zhen showed her impatience, and looked at Taihao coldly, and said: "Lest anyone say that I bully the weak again, hum! "

The smile on Taihao's face was not affected at all. After Liu Qinghuan nodded, he said happily: "In this case, our exchange meeting will be postponed for the time being, and we will first conduct the competition between the two Taoists Qinglin and Lianzhen. But first We agreed that since it’s a competition, let’s stop it. Neither side should go too far and don’t hurt the other’s life.”

Liu Qinghuan and Lian Zhen both agreed, so everyone followed Taihao out of the reception hall and walked to the competition venue behind.

The caves of Mahayana monks are extremely well-equipped, and there are obviously competition venues, which can handle competitions of various sizes and intensities.

Liu Qinghuan was walking forward with the crowd when he saw Li Shan approaching at some point and asked casually, "Are you confident?"

Liu Qinghuan glanced at him and just hummed softly.

Li Shan did not comment, but whispered: "You have to be careful. It is said that Lian Zhen was already a well-known warrior in the mortal world before he embarked on the road of cultivating immortals. Therefore, he truly entered Taoism through martial arts and was different from ordinary monks. It’s a little different and extremely powerful!”

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but be a little surprised, thought to himself, and made some calculations: "Thank you, Brother Li, for reminding me."

Due to the limitations of their physical qualifications and the skills they practice, warriors in the mortal world pay more attention to moves and techniques than monks. This is somewhat similar to swordsmen who pursue perfection.

Sure enough, he soon felt some differences. When he just took out the Immortal Killing Spear and stood on the competition stage, the person opposite showed contempt and said: "Do you know that you are full of flaws?"

As he spoke, the other party turned into a ghost and came over in the blink of an eye. Silver light suddenly poured out of his hand, and a curved blade that seemed to be made of moonlight cut through the space. The angle was tricky and it mysteriously bypassed the Immortal Killing Spear. One blow, leaving a dazzling light and shadow in the air!

Liu Qinghuan moved his feet and retracted the Immortal Killing Spear. The ferocious energy turned into a blood mist, blocking the cold light-filled curved blade at the critical moment. However, he suddenly felt dazzled, and another silver ray was used in front of him. The blade slashed towards his left side with lightning speed.

"Left chest!" Lian Zhen's loud shout rang in his ears. The blade was snatched midway, and suddenly it turned and quickly attacked Liu Qinghuan's lower body: "Right leg! Didn't you learn it when you were practicing spear skills? How to defend yourself? What a pity this good gun is!”

Liu Qinghuan stepped on the ground and suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving the blade in vain. However, he stepped out of the void and just appeared behind Lian Zhen. Silver light was already waiting there like an astute hunter, as if waiting for him to step into a trap.

But he couldn't let go at this time. Liu Qinghuan stamped his feet expressionlessly, crushing the mountains of swords and seas of swords in front of him. He only heard a heavy muffled sound, and he finally received a blow on his right shoulder. A dazzling golden light emitted.

With a "bang", Liu Qinghuan was pushed back a few steps by the huge force and jumped into the air.

"I heard that you have cultivated both Dharma and Body, and you were able to survive my attack without any injuries today. This is impressive."

With a distance of several feet, Lian Zhen did not pursue immediately. Instead, the hunter, who seemed to have already secured victory, was teasing his prey unhurriedly: "But based on this alone, you will definitely lose!"

But Liu Qinghuan looked at the sky and murmured...

Lian Zhen didn't hear clearly and frowned: "What are you muttering about?"

"I said it's a bit late, so let's end it quickly." Liu Qinghuan said, his eyes suddenly shot towards the person below like a sharp sword. The Immortal Killing Spear in his hand had disappeared and turned into a pen.

"You are right. I am indeed a practitioner of Dharma and Body, and I am more focused on Dharma!"

Before he finished speaking, Lian Zhen already felt something bad. He threw himself into the air and tried to repeat his old trick, but he saw a big river blocking his way.

He snorted coldly, a red light flashed under his feet, and a bloody road spread out, like a bridge spanning a river.

Lian Zhen showed a proud smile, and suddenly noticed a little blue light flying from the corner of his eyes. When he looked closely, he saw bamboo leaves. He screamed suddenly...