After Cao Feng finished speaking, the room was silent.
The young Taoist priest from Fuzhen Guan thought he had misheard.
He turned to look at the elder of the Hanshan school.
The elder opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He just smiled bitterly.
The Taoist priest stiffly turned to look at Hui Tianyu and Cao Feng.
He was so angry that he laughed, "What did you call I?"
Hui Tianyu took a step forward and answered before Cao Feng could. "Senior Brother Cao only relayed the original words. He didn't mean any disrespect to you."
The young Taoist priest sneered, but he didn't seem to care about Hui Tianyu and Cao Feng anymore. He turned to the elder of the Hanshan school.
"Let's take what they said as the truth. What's your sect's plan on this?"
The elder let out a long breath, "I can't make the decision on this matter. It's up to the head of our sect to make the decision."
Seeing Cao Feng appear, the old man had a bad premonition in his heart.
Cao Feng was reckless and arrogant, and he was very dissatisfied with Fuzhen Guan.
It was him who came down the mountain. It was clear what he meant by coming down the mountain.
The young Taoist priest sneered, "I said before that your head would come to meet me. Where is he now?"
He looked around at the crowd, "It seems that you have found a new backer that gives you the confidence to betray our sect."
Cao Feng sneered, "You're exaggerating. Our sect has found a backer, but it's not a new one."
"Brother Cao …" Hui Tianyu didn't want his fellow disciples to have a conflict with the other side.
But Cao Feng waved his hand, "Let's get straight to the point."
He looked at the disciple of Fuzhen Guan in front of him,
"When did your sect become our backer? You're just treating us like livestock. "
The disciple of Fuzhen Guan laughed, "You don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. It's rare that you know your place."
Cao Feng chuckled. "You are the one who doesn't know your place. Compared with Chang 'an, your Fuzhen Guan is not even worthy of carrying shoes."
"Haha, it's just swallowing the Tang Army in Longbei County."
The young Daoist priest shook his head. "However, you are quite frank."
At the same time, he stopped smiling.
In the eyes of the three people from the Hanshan school, his figure suddenly became illusory. As it twisted, it was like a cloud of smoke that was about to disappear.
At the same time, behind Cao Feng, there seemed to be clouds floating in the air, condensing into an arm.
Half of his Daoist robe sleeve covered his arm. His five fingers stood straight as he stabbed towards the back of Cao Feng's neck.
The cloud and smoke changed, and the hand knife stabbed over. The movement seemed gentle and slow, but it was actually as fast as lightning.
Cao Feng and the other two, who had practiced martial arts for many years, did not even notice such a sudden and hidden move.
However, there was no need for them to notice.
The moment the young Daoist priest changed his body, Cao Feng unsheathed the long sword at his waist.
Like a bolt of lightning cutting through the night sky, Cao Feng's sword was even faster than his opponent's sneak attack!
The young Daoist priest was shocked.
He was a direct disciple of the Fuzhen Guan.
He had already practiced the Daoist magic of his school, the Illusory Smoke Shift, to the best of its ability.
The Fuzhen Guan was one of the four great Daoist holy lands in the Eastern Tang, and the supreme art it passed down was naturally exquisite.
The cloud and smoke changed, and the shadow shifted. Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
The Hanshan school was only a small mountain power in Longbei County's Qinzhou Prefecture.
The Fuzhen Guan disciples saw some merit in the Hanshan Sword Style, but that was it.
When the two sides fought, the inheritance of the Hanshan school was unquestionably crushed by the supreme art of the Fuzhen Guan.
Normally, when the young Daoist priest used the Illusory Smoke Shift, he would turn into a cloud of smoke and disappear on the spot.
Then he would appear behind Cao Feng and use the Dragon-piercing Hand of the Daoist fist technique to hit the back of Cao Feng's neck, breaking his cervical vertebra on the spot.
The strength of the three people from the Hanshan school could not even touch the corner of his clothes.
He followed the same pattern and killed the three fanatics in front of him one by one.
It should have been like this.
But now, Cao Feng's sword was clearly faster than the young Daoist priest had expected.
He had used the Illusory Smoke Shift, but before his body had completely disappeared, Cao Feng had already stabbed out with his sword.
As his body charged forward, he also dodged the Dragon-piercing Hand from behind the young Daoist priest.
Then he stabbed the young Daoist priest's body that had not completely disappeared.
No blood spurted out.
The cloud of smoke suddenly shattered and drifted away like a dream.
The young Daoist priest's Dragon-piercing Hand did not hit Cao Feng.
Cao Feng's sword also missed.
But the young Daoist priest broke out in a cold sweat.
Fortunately, he had been cautious.
Before falling out, he had habitually used a Reality Illusion Technique in secret.
The technique reversed light and shadow, blinding the senses of the three people from the Hanshan school, causing them to misjudge the young Daoist priest's position.
Only then did Cao Feng's sword miss.
Now that the Reality Illusion Technique had been broken, the young Daoist priest's true body appeared on the side.
The Dragon-piercing Hand had missed. He urgently needed to change his move.
But two more bolts of lightning that lit up the night sky suddenly flashed.
The Daoist priest was only able to block one of the bolts of lightning.
But the other bolt of lightning pierced through his shoulder and nailed the Daoist priest to the wall of the room.
He looked at Hui Tianyu in front of him in shock. "The sword style of the three of you is not the Hanshan Sword Style!"
Just now, it had been Hui Tianyu and the elder from the Hanshan school who had attacked together with Cao Feng.
Since they had already attacked, there was no need to hold back. The three of them went all out.
The identical Graceful Night Sword lit up the night sky three times with lightning, catching the young Daoist priest off guard.
Cao Feng walked in front of him and patted his cheek with a smile.
"I said that the three of you were not his backer, but Chang 'an. Now do you understand why?"
His face was filled with joy and excitement.
Although the opponent had not been injured by his sword, if the opponent had not been cautious and prepared a Reality Illusion Technique in advance, Cao Feng's first sword strike might have succeeded.
The opponent was not a descendant of the Shan Hu Tang or the Perak Dynasty, but a descendant of the holy land of Taoism, Fuzhen Guan.
But he was injured by the Graceful Night Sword.
Chang 'an was really unfathomable.
If he could make more contributions, would he be rewarded more and better?
Just thinking about it made Cao Feng feel dizzy.
"Let's keep him alive first. Take him back to Chang 'an and let Mr. Wu deal with him," Hui Tianyu said calmly.
The elder from the Hanshan school looked at the young Daoist priest with a complicated expression, but finally nodded. "That's what we should do."
He asked Hui Tianyu and Cao Feng to take the young Daoist up the mountain first, while he himself gathered the disciples of the Hanshan school back in the Qinzhou government.
There might be another big battle later. The Hanshan school might not stay in Qinzhou for the time being.
They had to wait until the battle between Chang 'an and Fuzhen Guan was over. That would be the best time for them to make a comeback.
When they returned to the city, the disciple of Fuzhen Guan was escorted to Mr. Dark Cloud in black.
Zhang Dongyun glanced at the young Daoist priest and a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Tell his elders to come and talk."
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