It’s the end of the world after becoming a mountain god!

Yao Ce's eyes were red, as if there were two flames in them, "Our great genius Zhang is allowed to create his own sword moves, but others can't? You look down on me so much? Today I will let all of you see that I am no worse than any of you! Ah——"

Yao Ce roared angrily, his face distorted, and his sword moves became increasingly brutal.

In a short while, Zhang Zhiqi was beaten back step by step! He encountered danger several times and blood gradually appeared on his body.

"Brother, don't hold back!" Yan Fei couldn't bear it anymore after seeing this.

He tried to suppress the cheers from the people around him and wanted to wake up Zhang Zhiqi who was obviously holding back.

Even he, an outsider, could see that the swordsmen on the opposite side wanted to kill Zhang Zhiqi.

But Zhang Zhiqi was too soft-hearted and hesitated several times even when he could have hurt the other person.

This hesitation made the sword inaccurate, and it also gave the opponent a chance to counterattack, so it only scratched the opponent's skin a little.

Seeing Zhang Zhiqi getting injured again and again, Song Tang frowned slightly. She herself was an expert in swordsmanship, so how could she not see that Zhang Zhiqi was holding back?

Zhang Zhiqi even only used the basic swordsmanship of the Qishan Taoist Temple, and did not even use the Zhang family swordsmanship!

On the stage, it seemed that Yao Ce was caught off guard, so he suppressed Zhang Zhiqi.

In fact, Zhang Zhiqi quickly adapted to Yao Ce's new sword moves, as can be seen from the fact that he was no longer injured.

"You are truly my good disciple..." Song Tang openly praised but implicitly mocked.

She thought Zhang Zhiqi would hold back, but she never expected he would hold back to this extent!

Being forced to this point, he would rather get hurt himself than use heavy hands on his former senior brother?

"Master, what should we do now? It seems that the eldest senior brother cannot beat that Yao or something!" Qian Lai used to like this gentle eldest senior brother the most.

Although the other person is more than ten years younger than him, he never despises him for being stupid and patiently teaches him over and over again until he learns.

If this had happened in the Taoist Association, he would have been hung up and beaten by Mr. Bai.

I saw that Zhang Zhiqi's clothes were torn in many places, and blood was oozing from every tear.

Especially his two arms, which were the most injured and had the most obvious bloodstains.

Qian Lai squeezed in front of Song Tang and said anxiously, "This villain is obviously going to cripple my hand, and you are holding back, so isn't it certain that you will lose?"

Song Tang looked at the stage steadily, as if she had guessed what Zhang Zhiqi was going to do.

Although it is stupid, it is indeed something Zhang Zhiqi can do.

"Master..." Yan Fei usually has the best relationship with Zhang Zhiqi, so he also joined in begging for mercy.

Song Tang raised his hand and signaled everyone to be quiet.

Qian Lai and Yan Fei looked at each other and wanted to say something, but Jin Bao next to them pulled their sleeves again.

They all wore the uniform of the Mountain God Temple today, and when they stood together, they looked like a reputable and upright sect.

"Master must have her reasons for doing this! Don't be anxious, let's wait and see." Jin Bao leaned close to Qian Lai's ear and whispered his guess, "Big Brother is not a foolishly filial or loyal person, otherwise how could he dare to betray and leave the Qishan Taoist Temple just like that?"

Qian Lai calmed down a little and thought about it, and it seemed to be true.

Several people turned their attention to the stage again, only to find that the situation on the stage had reversed since some point!

"Oh my, Yao Ce's tactics have been figured out. We are going to lose!"

"What happened? I didn't leave, so why did Yao Ce suddenly fall into a disadvantage?"

"Zhang Zhiqi is indeed the direct descendant of the Zhang family! With the Qishan swordsmanship, he can easily suppress his opponent."

"What, this is Qishan swordsmanship? Why is it different from what we usually see?"

"Qishan Sword Technique is a simplified version of Zhang Family Sword Technique. It looks like it only has seven moves, but in fact, it is unpredictable. As long as you are willing to study it, you can derive countless sword moves."

A professional suddenly appeared among a group of laymen, and everyone looked over.

There was a lot of discussion just now, but when people saw the man's face clearly, the scene suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

"Has the old Taoist disturbed your viewing of the battle?" The man was wearing a dark grey Taoist robe and had a formal Taoist bun.

He had a long sword on his back and a whisk in his hand.

He stroked his long white beard and looked at everyone with a smile.

Someone recognized the person at a glance and cried out, "Master Xuanqing!"

As we all know, Taoist Xuanqing is the current abbot of the Qishan Taoist Temple.

When they heard Xuanqing's name, everyone had complicated expressions. One of the people on the stage was Taoist Xuanqing's apprentice, and the other was his grandson.

It can be said that the palms and backs of the hands are all flesh, and if anyone is injured, the old master of the temple, who is in his eighties, will probably not feel good.

"That's not necessarily true!" As if afraid of being overheard, the man lowered his voice and said to his companion, "After all, he is my grandson, how can an apprentice compare to him?"

"That's true." His companion immediately agreed.

The appearance of Taoist Xuanqing not only caused heated discussions among the audience, but also made the two people on the stage feel uneasy.

Especially Yao Ce, his hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.

In addition to being exhausted due to the long battle, he was also more guilty.

Master, did you see everything just now? Did you see him use other sword techniques?

Yao Ce was distracted for only a moment, but Zhang Zhiqi quickly found the flaw and stabbed the opponent's shoulder with a sword.

At the moment when he was about to stab, he changed his stab to a slap, and the power of his wrist drove the sword to hit Yao Ce's shoulder hard.

Yao Ce immediately felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and then half of his body felt numb.

The hand holding the sword could hardly hold the sword, and soon he was hit hard on the shoulder again.

This time Yao Ce couldn't hold on any longer and fell down. He didn't want to embarrass himself in front of his master, and didn't want everyone to think that he was not as good as Zhang Zhiqi!

He tried his best to control his body, barely getting one knee to the ground, and used his sword to support the ground to support most of his body weight.

Looking at Yao Ce who was kneeling on one knee in an awkward posture, Zhang Zhiqi couldn't bear it and asked with pursed lips: "If you admit defeat, we will end the fight today."

"Give up?" Yao Ce lowered his head deeply, looking very disappointed.

"Give up, senior brother! You are injured!" Zhang Zhiqi subconsciously called out the name "senior brother".

"Hehehe..." Yao Ce, who still had his head down, suddenly laughed softly, "Junior brother, you will never understand, and you don't want to understand. Your useless kindness and goodness, how disgusting! Do you think it's fair for you to compete with me using Qishan swordsmanship?"

Zhang Zhiqi walked forward a few steps and came in front of Yao Ce.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say no.

But he was not a liar by nature and could not say anything that went against his will, because that was exactly what he thought.

In his opinion, if he defeated Yao Ce using Zhang family swordsmanship, it would be unfair to Yao Ce.

“Hahaha—hahahahaha—” Yao Ce suddenly laughed even more crazily. He touched the tears from the corners of his eyes and finally looked up at Zhang Zhiqi.

His eyes, which had been gradually losing their red color, suddenly turned blood red.

"Go to hell--" Yao Ce suddenly threw the thing in his hand quickly, fiercely and accurately at Zhang Zhiqi who was nearby.