Chapter 169

Zhao Sheng's voice was so loud that Yunyi standing outside the crowd could hear it, as could other disciples.

"Oh, who is the elder martial sister in his mouth? It can't be me." a woman with wrinkled skin and hoarse voice in the crowd said, as if there were several unidentified objects hanging in the middle of her nose and mouth.

"I wipe... Aunt, are you kidding... To tell you the truth, I think it's quite appropriate for you to be his grandmother..." another female disciple in the crowd, after looking at the person who spoke before, couldn't help saying so, but after that, she went on to say: "it's me that can be the elder martial sister in his mouth."

Even if you don't want to admit it, in the blood moon continent, human territory, it is really a face watching society.

If Zhao Sheng's appearance is extremely ugly, even if his strength is stronger than now and the number of disciples in the golden elixir realm is more than now, it is absolutely impossible to surpass now in popularity.

In other words, men are like this, and women are even more... It's just sad that the two female disciples who spoke before are a little too confident about their looks.

"Vomit..." vomit again and again.

However, the movement of the surrounding watching disciples did not interfere with Zhao Sheng at all. Because at this time, he is still concentrating on rushing to the thin bamboo pole.

"Bang!" again, he was hit without any accident.

He has been trying to show weakness from the beginning. At the same time, he angered the thin bamboo pole with words, and the effect is really good. But now, the thin bamboo pole that broke an arm but completely recovered its consciousness is even more difficult to deal with.

It is no exaggeration to say that Zhao Sheng feels that the ability of thin bamboo pole to manipulate treasures at this time is much stronger than all the early monks in the golden elixir realm he has seen!

But since the three elders have such subordinates, why don't they let him join the disciple Dabi together? Is it because the strength of thin bamboo pole has any fixed big defects?

"Hoo, it must be! You must have some huge defects, but I haven't noticed them yet. In that case, I can't work hard. I don't believe it can't consume you!" glanced his head, and Zhao Sheng made up his mind in an instant.

Aware that the momentum of the already strong thin bamboo pole will no longer change, Zhao Sheng directly crosses the Qinglong gun forward, and then squints his eyes to focus on defense.

To tell the truth, it's OK for Zhao Sheng to say that he can use Reiki to enter the mystery for his thin bamboo pole in this state, but in this case, he really has no way to break his defense.

"Oh... It's my turn..." the thin bamboo pole approached Zhao Sheng step by step with heavy steps.

Holding the barrel of Qinglong's long gun tightly, Zhao Sheng felt that his palm began to sweat.

The voice of the thin bamboo pole was very hoarse and light, but Zhao Sheng could still hear it clearly.

And just at the moment when the sound fell, countless stars suddenly flashed in the air!

Zhao Sheng's eyes stared and his inner secret was bad. At the same time, he rushed directly to the thin bamboo pole.

"Boom!" the violent explosion made Zhao Sheng feel that his back had been severely impacted.

"Poof..." another mouthful of blood spat out.

In just a few days, Zhao Sheng had forgotten how many times he had vomited blood.

Spit out the accumulated blood on the chest, it must feel much more comfortable. But those affected are extremely valuable life!

"Old three, you him! How dare you teach your men to forbid martial arts!" the master of Qingyuan shouted at the three elders angrily.

Using forbidden art will inevitably cause irreversible damage to the foundation of practice.

Even if the forbidden art is really strong, the damage it will cause to Murakami is enough to frighten any friar. After all, the most intuitive example of this kind of injury is that it will make a monk who could easily be promoted to Yuanying unable to step into Yuanying's realm all his life!

Therefore, forbidden arts are absolutely not allowed to exist in Daoqing gate and even in human territory!

Of course, the roar of master Qingyuan at this time is not because the man under the three elders suffered irreversible damage to his foundation.

"Hehe, who told you this is forbidden art? You said he was? Then I said he was not. My men are so powerful." the three elders held their arms in front of their chest and looked indifferent.

"Old three, that's your servant! Disciple of Daoqing sect! Don't you let him use the forbidden art against his sect disciples, and it's the sect's strength that will eventually be lost?" the seven elders asked with their mouth slightly open and incomprehensible.

The Third Elder didn't speak, and his face was still disdainful.

In his understanding, as long as they are left, they are enough to maintain the operation of the zongmen. Those disciples? It's just a tool for them to earn resources.

"Stick! Press!" the thin bamboo pole pressed down with his right hand. The long stick he manipulated hit Zhao Sheng's head!

The speed of this staff is so fast that Zhao Sheng can't avoid it wherever he goes!

"Bang!" he moved a little to the right. Zhao Sheng's left shoulder hit the thin bamboo pole without any buffer.

At this moment, Zhao Sheng's shoulder lost all his feelings.

But Zhao Sheng has never been a loser. He used to be like this, and now he is no exception.

"Pooh." the green dragon spear with a trace of aura touched the body blessed by the forbidden art. Although it felt a trace of obstruction, it still exploded in.

"Er..." the thin bamboo pole's throat gave out a painful cry, and with the painful cry, the skin he was hurt directly sank down!

Seeing this scene, Zhao Sheng's eyes lit up instantly.

It turned out that although the thin bamboo pole seemed to hit more than before, it was just urging.

When he reached the injured part of his left shoulder, Zhao Sheng continued to look for the loophole of the thin bamboo pole.

"Brother toothpick, take it easy. You're not my opponent. If you don't accept it, you'll die." every breath is extremely valuable for Zhao Sheng, who is recovering from his shoulder injury.

If you can delay for a moment, Zhao Sheng will have a better chance of winning.

"I... fu... You... Da... Ye..." thin bamboo pole suffered a small injury, but his voice sounded like he was seriously injured!

"Hey, hey, you pretend to be tough? I'll see how long your crooked way can make you arrogant!"

After talking, Zhao Sheng, who had amazing recovery power, directly drew out the waist long sword with his left hand!

"Quite like! Collision!" his legs tightened, and Zhao Sheng once again killed the thin bamboo pole like a small elephant.