Silence, silence. If one did not explode in silence, then one would be embarrassed in silence.
As a senior martial grandaunt, no one responded to the black-clothed Daoist nun's order. Nothing could be more embarrassing than this.
Tang Thirty-Six was able to resolve this awkward situation because he had a thick skin.
She clearly did not have such a thick skin, so she felt very embarrassed and then became very angry. Her face reddened and her brows shot up.
Ye Xiaolian knew that this was a sign that her martial grandaunt was angry. Worried, she stepped forward to say a few words, but it was too late.
The black-clothed Daoist nun coldly snorted. Her body suddenly transformed into a gray blur as she rushed down the mountain path, her right hand slapping at Tang Thirty-Six's chest.
A howl came from the mountain path. Tang Thirty-Six felt like a mountain was rushing at him, its pressure terrifying to the extreme. Without thinking, he pulled out his sword and slashed down.
With a clang, the Wenshui Sword left its sheath, glowing with a bright light like countless rays of golden light falling on the Wenshui.
The black-clothed Daoist nun's cultivation was far above his. A simple slap was like a falling mountain. Even if he used the Three Swords of Wenshui, could he block it?
Tang Thirty-Six knew that he could not block it, so his sword was not aimed at the black-clothed Daoist nun, but behind him.
The sword technique he used was not the defensive Gathering Night Clouds, nor was it the fiery murderous One Stream of Maple, but the fastest movement technique, Hanging Sunset.
Countless golden rays of light lit up the mountain path, all of them the luster of swords. The sea of bamboo seemed to give birth to a layer of water that seemed both real and real.
Like the setting sun, the light abruptly disappeared. The setting sun on the surface of the water moved at an unimaginable speed to the far east. It was hard to find a movement faster than this.
The figure in the setting sun was Tang Thirty-Six. Using his movement technique, he retreated ten-some zhang.
With a loud bang, a huge wave suddenly rose in the sea of bamboos. Two rows of bamboos by the side of the mountain path snapped one after another. A several feet deep pit appeared on the mountain path, gravel and stones flew everywhere.
Tang Thirty-Six gripped the Wenshui Sword and stood several zhang away. As he saw this sight, his expression subtly changed.
The black-clothed Daoist nun's cultivation was truly terrifying. Even more terrifying was that her first attack was so heavy.
If he was not mistaken, this was the supreme technique of South Stream Temple, the Flowing Cloud Palm!
If he hadn't reacted quickly enough and used Hanging Sunset without hesitation, he would have faced this palm head-on.
Then would his sword break like a bamboo?
At this moment, he might already be lying at the bottom of the pit, heavily injured, or even dead.
The power of the black-clothed Taoist nun's palm still hadn't dissipated. Separated by more than a hundred feet, she attacked Tang Thirty-Six.
A rarely seen ruthlessness appeared in Tang Thirty Six's eyes. He held the Wen Shui Sword and prepared to move forward.
Hu Thirty-Two wielded a very ordinary-looking dagger, which he used in a very strange posture to continuously block in front of him.
With every strike, a white turbulence would appear on the surface of the sword.
The remnants of the palm force turned into a dozen gusts of wind and gradually disappeared without a trace.
The black-robed nun stood on the mountain path, frowning slightly as she watched this scene, but she didn't take any further action.
She hadn't expected that her opponent would be able to block one of her thunderous strikes, and was rather astonished at his level.
In her view, this young master's swordsmanship and movement techniques were quite good, but the truly formidable one was that priest.
"You actually know the Flowing Cloud Sanshou?" she asked Hu Thirty-Two.
Without waiting for Hu Thirty-Two's reply, she turned back to the bamboo forest.
Tang Thirty-Six had avoided her palm energy while Hu Thirty-Two had used the Flowing Cloud Sanshou, which shared the same origin as the Flowing Cloud Palm, to neutralize the last of the palm energy. But just a moment ago, if she had used her full strength, she would still have had a chance to injure these two. But just when she was prepared to activate Surging Cloud and unleash its greatest power, she suddenly sensed a warning, like a wild beast was staring at her from the bamboo forest.
This wild beast was terrifying, and even she sensed danger.
Ye Xiaolian walked to her side, wanting to explain something, worried that she would continue to attack.
"Martial Grandaunt, they are …"
The black-robed Daoist nun was of extremely high seniority, but after failing to strike two juniors, she could only give up in order to maintain her status. It was inevitable that she would feel somewhat depressed.
Coupled with the danger she sensed in the bamboo forest, she was in an extremely foul mood. How could she be willing to listen to Ye Xiaolian's explanation? With a cold snort, she angrily swung her sleeve.
With a clap, her sleeve landed on Ye Xiaolian's left shoulder.
Ye Xiaolian grunted in pain, her face instantly paling. She had actually been injured.
Tang Thirty-Six could no longer hold back. He flew over the hole in the mountain path and went to Ye Xiaolian's side to support her. Looking at the Daoist nun's back, he said, "Old woman, stop."
Upon hearing these words, not only the female disciples of South Stream Temple, but even Ye Xiaolian, who he was supporting, jumped in fright.
The black-robed Daoist nun was the most senior elder of South Stream Temple. No one dared to be disrespectful to her, much less call her old woman.
They did not know that Tang Thirty-Six even dared to call the Tang Old Master an old bastard.
The black-robed Daoist nun turned around and expressionlessly looked at Tang Thirty-Six, waiting for him to prepare to say something.
In the eyes of the female disciples of South Stream Temple, their martial grandaunt looked like she was looking at a dead person.
Tang Thirty-Six angrily said, "When you cursed her just now, I was very unhappy. How could you bear to curse such a beautiful and delicate girl?"
Ye Xiaolian glanced at him and softly reminded, "You cursed me even more fiercely in the past."
Tang Thirty-Six somewhat unnaturally paused, then said, "Even if I cursed her, could you still curse her? And besides, I only lightly cursed her a few times, so how could you bear to hit her? "
The black-robed Daoist nun expressionlessly said, "She is a disciple of my South Stream Temple. I hit her and cursed her, so what can you do?"
Tang Thirty-Six replied, "Nothing. Next year, the Tang clan will give your South Stream Temple half the money for opening scrolls."
Hearing the words' Tang clan 'and' money for opening scrolls', the Daoist nun narrowed her eyes and asked, "Just who are you?"
Ye Xiaolian indicated that there was no need to support her and hurriedly said, "Martial Grandaunt, he is Tang Tang."
The black-robed Daoist nun froze for a moment, then harshly said, "So it's the Tang clan's young master. Do you really think that just by relying on you …"
"If you say another word, the money will be halved."
Tang Thirty-Six looked at her and very seriously said, "Starting from now, if you say another word, next year's money will be halved. Relax, no matter how much it decreases, there will still be some left over. Your intelligence might find it very difficult to understand why, so you don't need to understand. You only need to know that if I say something, I will definitely do it."
The black-robed Daoist nun's face grew gloomier and gloomier, the viciousness on her face growing heavier and heavier. She slowly raised her right hand.
The mountain path was absolutely silent, not even the slightest breeze blowing, but the bamboo forest began to sway.
Right at the most tense moment, a tranquil and gentle voice rang out from an extremely distant cliff, and then it was clearly transmitted to everyone present.
The bamboo forest regained its silence and the mountain wind began to gently blow once more.
"Junior Sister, invite the fellow Daoists of the Li Palace and the young master of the Tang clan in."
Tang Thirty-Six's expression slightly froze. He was not worried even when facing the powerful Daoist nun, but the owner of this voice made him subconsciously nervous.
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