"Congratulations, my friend, for having such a good disciple."
An extremely soft, weak, and soft voice rang out faintly.
Ji Hao stood up and looked at where the voice came from. Over a hundred zhang away, under an ancient pine tree, a middle-aged priest with long hair hanging loosely on his back and bare feet was leaning against the tree, weakly looking at Ji Hao, as if he hadn't had enough to eat.
This priest was yellow-skinned and scrawny, and the coarse long robe worn by him, fluttered along with a gust of wind. He was holding a bamboo cane in his left hand, on which a few sparse bamboo branches were swaying, with over ten bamboo leaves hanging on them. This bamboo cane was just like this priest, yellow-skinned and sickly, seeming to be extremely listless.
Yu Yu coldly looked at this priest without saying anything, while the priest looked at Ji Hao and praised in a low voice, "What a good disciple, what a good disciple! He's not even a hundred years old, but he's already as good as those poor cultivators who have been cultivating themselves for over a thousand years! "
Ji Hao raised his eyebrows. What Yu Yu had done was actually as good as a thousand years of cultivation of ordinary cultivators?
His primordial spirit could be manifested outside his body, and was able to move freely out of his body, without being afraid of any fierce wind or scorching sunlight. Ji Hao knew that this level of cultivation should be quite amazing, but he truly didn't know that some people had to spend over a thousand years of cultivation to reach this level.
Yu Yu put his palms on his knees, gently patted his knees with both hands and said in a cold voice, "What does it have to do with you that I have cultivated my own disciple?"
Turning around his palm, Yu Yu conveniently took out the wine vat brought by Ji Hao just now, pulled out the cork and poured the wine into his mouth. He satisfyingly wiped his mouth corners, coldly looked at that priest and yelled, "This little disciple of mine is filial, capable, smart and smart. I'm happy to cultivate him! Are you envious or jealous? "
Ji Hao and Po simultaneously glanced at the wine vat held in Yu Yu's hands, then showed the whites of their eyes and glanced at each other. 'Shifu, didn't you say that you would abstain from drinking for three days? Did you break it already? '
The priest slightly waved the bamboo cane held in his hand and said with a bitter face, "I'm not envious, not jealous, I'm sad. You, as a powerful being, having such a good disciple, it's reasonable for you to spend some efforts to cultivate him. It's just that I pity my disciples … "
Ji Hao swung the bamboo stick and countless silhouettes of bamboo sticks appeared in front of his eyes, layer by layer, pressing towards him. Ji Hao's body quivered, and instantly, he was surrounded by darkness. Except for the silhouettes of bamboo sticks, he couldn't see anything else.
Despair, boundless despair struck right into Ji Hao's heart. Apart from this, all of Ji Hao's feelings of happiness, anger, sorrow, happiness, and all other senses had been completely cut off.
Sensing such a strong sense of despair, Ji Hao's newly born primordial spirit suddenly became weak, and was about to collapse because of the endless despair.
Ji Hao's primordial spirit was woken up by a raging growl. Countless silhouettes of bamboos suddenly shattered. Ji Hao opened his eyes in shock, only to feel that his entire body was sticky and soaked in cold sweat.
Yu Yu was holding a clear and flawless beam of cyan sword light, crazily hacking at that man like a mad tiger.
The Daoist's expression was solemn as he walked in mysterious steps. Although his movements seemed slow, they were full of mystery. He leaned his body to the left and right, barely dodging those sword light beams launched by Yu Yu, which seemed to be crazily hacking at him.
One of them was chasing while the other one was running, the other one was dodging while the other one was hacking. Within this area with a radius of tens of zhang, they were constantly changing their positions.
Ji Hao only took a glance at the two of them, but he suddenly felt as if an inexhaustible amount of natural stars were randomly smashing down on his face, filling his primordial spirit with countless mysteries. His primordial spirit was nearly shattered, and he almost vomited a mouthful of blood.
Every single movement made by Yu Yu and that priest, which seemed to be simple and crude, contained an immeasurable power of nature. With Ji Hao's current power, he couldn't even bear a slight trace of power of nature contained in a single movement of theirs.
Ji Hao hurriedly turned his head around, not daring to look at their movements.
After the span of three to five breaths, Po, who was standing aside, suddenly let out a deep growl. His silhouette flashed across the air, and he dashed up to that man. His right hand was as heavy as a bronze hammer, and he casually launched a punch.
Looking at this punch, Ji Hao couldn't help but pop out his eyes. From this punch launched by Po, Ji Hao faintly saw a trace of the 'Sky-Opening'.
However, this punch launched by Po wasn't as mysterious as the 'Sky-Opening' taught by the mysterious man, but it contained some of Po's own understandings of the great Dao of nature, which made it different from the 'Sky-Opening'.
Po's fist flashed across the air, followed by a loud thud, the man was punched on his shoulder by Po.
The bitter look on that man's face finally changed slightly, and a trace of anger was shown on his face. He swung his arm backward and launched a heavy punch towards Po.
Po snorted coldly, didn't try to dodge, and launched a simple punch against the man's fist. Followed by a muffled boom, the man's body remained perfectly unmoved, while Po's body quivered slightly and took three steps back in a row.
Ji Hao popped out his eyes in shock. Was Po really so powerful?
Po, who could rival Yu Yu, launched a punch launched by that man, but Po only took three steps back?!
Puff! That man suffered a punch from Po, and then launched a palm attack at Po. Finally, a slight crack appeared on his flawless move. Yu Yu's long sword swung down and left a foot-long cut on the man's left sleeve. The sword light brushed across his wrist and left a half-inch long wound on his wrist.
Yu Yu pulled his sword back and stepped back, hiding his hands in his sleeves while sneering.
The man looked at the wound on his wrist with a bitter look. The skin and flesh inside the wound were as smooth as glass, and a faint trace of lotus aroma had been released from the wound. Sighing slightly, the wound on his wrist healed quickly, without leaving even a slight scar.
"I haven't been injured for a long time." The man straightened his waist, which had always been a bit soft, and narrowed his eyes, looking at Yu Yu.
"I can make your injuries worse." Yu Yu grinded his teeth and chuckled. Inside his sleeves, his ten fingers twitched quickly, as if they were cramping, and said, "You know, my hands are always itchy!"
The man instantly remained silent. A while later, he glanced at Po, sneered and said, "You and your disciple joined hands, and only managed to hurt me once. That's not good enough."
Yu Yu's grin grew brighter and brighter. He blinked his eyes and said in an evil tone, "Alright, I will join hands with Po, and you call eight to ten of your disciples over. Let's have a big fight! Whoever loses has to crawl back to his own dojo with all four limbs, what do you think? "
The man remained silent again.
He threw a complicated glance at Po, then said with a bitter look, "My disciples can't find anyone who can defeat you, Priest Po. So, we don't have to try."
Yu Yu gave a big grin, even showing his two rows of white teeth, and said, "Let's try. Perhaps, among your disciples, some of them will suddenly improve greatly? Perhaps, even I can't rival some of them, right? Why don't we try? "
The man's look turned more and more bitter. Slowly, he glanced at Yu Yu and said blandly, "Let's talk about something serious."
Yu Yu's grin faded and said blandly, "Speak!"
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