He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

When the audience in the live broadcast room heard this, they started to express their dissatisfaction.

"Anchor, I think you are just stalling. Are you scared?"

"The anchor said it well. That old Taoist priest is really annoying. Otherwise, he would have just exposed the fake."

"I just took a look at that live broadcast room. They used special effects to deceive people again. Alas, are people so easy to deceive nowadays?"

"That's right, it's obviously a special effect, but there are people in that live broadcast room saying that the anchor is awesome. Is it awesome just because he can create special effects?"

"Hey, anchor, I can't stand it anymore, you have to go up and expose the fakes, don't worry about that old Taoist priest, tell him to get out of the way, hurry up, as long as you go up, I will reward you with rockets!"

"That's right, as long as you come up, we will reward you immediately!"

Looking at the barrage, Zhao Wenbin narrowed his eyes.

To be honest, he was not afraid and wanted to wait until the Taoist priest and Zhang Beixing finished their conversation before moving forward.

It's a good opportunity to hide from the rain here. It's raining too heavy outside.

But after the audience said this, Zhao Wenbin also started to feel conflicted.

Soon, he made up his mind and said decisively to the live broadcast room: "Okay, since you want to see the anchor expose fakes so much, then I will do it for you! Come on, brothers, don't forget your gifts!"

After saying that, Zhao Wenbin immediately stood up, walked out of the tower, and headed towards Zhang Beixing.

It didn't take long for him to come behind the Taoist priest.

Zhang Beixing, who was standing on the platform, kept looking at him. Even the Taoist priest in front of him turned his head and looked at him.

"Layman, are you here to see that layman, or am I here to see you?" The old Taoist stroked his beard and said with a carefree smile.

Zhao Wenbin thought for a moment, then turned to look at Zhang Beixing: "I'm here to look for that person, but it's first come first served, you go first."

The old Taoist priest smiled and nodded with satisfaction.

"Layman, you haven't answered my question yet." The old Taoist turned his head and stared at Zhang Beixing.

He was a wandering Taoist priest who traveled among mountains and rivers all year round and had no fixed place to live.

Today he came to Fenglan Mountain Great Wall, but encountered heavy rain. When he was climbing the mountain, he happened to meet Zhang Beixing practicing sword.

He had studied Taoist swordsmanship for several years in a Taoist temple, and felt that Zhang Beixing's swordsmanship was somewhat interesting. It seemed chaotic, but in fact there was order in the chaos. He looked like a beginner, but he was a little different, like a veteran who had practiced swordsmanship for many years.

So he stopped and watched.

The sword that Zhang Beixing had just swung made him even more stunned.

Although the sword seemed ordinary, he was surprised to find that there were no raindrops within the range of Zhang Beixing's sword, as if they had been cut.

As a veteran who had practiced swordsmanship for many years, he couldn't help but feel itchy and wanted to ask this layman for advice.

Hearing this, Zhang Beixing nodded expressionlessly: "Master, why are you asking for advice? It should be a discussion."

The old Taoist was stunned at first, and then nodded with satisfaction.

This young man can speak.

Thinking of this, he walked up the stairs and walked towards Zhang Bei.

At this time, Zhang Beixing was staring at Zhao Wenbin who had just appeared.

Because he saw that the other person was holding a mobile phone in his hand.

The old Taoist priest came to discuss martial arts with him, so what is this person doing here?

From the looks of it, he doesn't seem to be practicing sword skills, so he can't be here to spar with me.

So what could he be here for?

But Zhang Beixing didn't think much about it. Seeing that the old Taoist priest was about to step onto the last step, he quickly took two steps back to make room for the old Taoist priest.

Seeing this, the old Taoist nodded with satisfaction, untied the bag behind him, and took out an exquisite peach wood sword with a patina.

Seeing this, Zhang Beixing also put down the sword in his hand and took out a wooden sword from the package.

"Old Taoist priest, should we stop here?"

The old Taoist priest was slightly stunned. After a brief thought, he held the peach wood sword and responded with a smile: "That's enough."

Zhang Beixing nodded, then raised the wooden sword in his hand. His eyes instantly became cold, and his aura changed drastically.

There seemed to be an air flow entwining and surging on the wooden sword, but only Zhang Beixing could sense this air flow.

Zhao Wenbin on the side watched quietly, without any intention of stepping forward to interfere.

Although the old Taoist priest had attacked Zhang Beixing in front of him, he knew that he had to follow the principle of first come first served. Moreover, he had a little calculation in his mind: if Zhang Beixing could be defeated by this old Taoist priest, then wouldn't the previous videos of Zhang Beixing kicking the sword, chopping the wooden stick, the stone slab and the fallen leaves with the wooden sword become fancy illusions? Because, if those videos were true, how could Zhang Beixing not be able to beat an old Taoist priest? This was really illogical. Therefore, if the old Taoist priest could easily defeat Zhang Beixing, he would not even need to fight against the fake. He only needed to smile calmly and turn away, because his goal had been achieved.

It is based on this idea that Zhao Wenbin appears to be particularly calm and not panicked at all.

The atmosphere in the field was solemn, the air seemed to be still, everything had returned to calm, but it seemed that a bigger storm was brewing.

Zhang Beixing tightly grasped the wooden sword and took a few deep breaths, his eyes sharp and cold. The old Taoist priest carried a peach wood sword on his back, twirled his beard with one hand, narrowed his phoenix eyes, and had a faint smile on his lips.

Zhang Beixing didn't know the strength of the old Taoist priest, but he could tell from his behavior that the old Taoist priest must have practiced swordsmanship for a long time and was obviously an opponent that should not be underestimated. However, it didn't matter, as he wanted to take this opportunity to test his own strength. The old Taoist priest had the same mentality, and he wanted to test Zhang Beixing's swordsmanship. He always admired this young man who practiced swordsmanship in the rain and was happy to teach him swordsmanship.

Thinking of this, the old Taoist priest twisted his white beard and said with a smile: "Layman, please make a move."

Zhang Beixing nodded and said in a deep voice: "Old Taoist priest, I'm sorry."

Before he finished speaking, he kicked his feet hard, splashing water, and at the same time his body bounced out, with the wooden sword in his hand raised high, using the chopping style that he was most familiar with!

The old Taoist priest was stunned when he saw this, and his heart was full of doubts.

This guy was just showing off his sword skills, why did he just chop and slash as soon as we started fighting? What kind of routine is this? Is he testing my sword skills? But that doesn't make sense, this simple chop can be easily avoided, and Zhang Beixing has flaws all over his body, it's too easy to break this move. What on earth is this guy doing?
Muttering to himself, the old Taoist priest dodged and stepped to the side, quickly distanced himself from Zhang Beixing. At the same time, he drew out his peach wood sword and stabbed it towards Zhang Beixing's side abdomen with lightning speed.

Alas, after all, he is still too young. His moves were easily broken. The old Taoist shook his head and laughed.

However, before he could be proud for too long, Zhang Beixing turned around, and the wooden sword in his hand immediately changed direction, and chopped at the old Taoist priest again. He did not use any sword moves, but relied on his usual practice to fight the old Taoist priest. He wanted to know what level of sword skills he could reach without using sword moves.

Seeing the chopping blow coming again, the old Taoist priest took a deep breath and frowned.

If I don't hide, it will be a lose-lose situation.

This guy... has no martial ethics. Why does he always use such a life-threatening fighting style? Since he is using a sword, he should use sword moves. What's going on here?

The old Taoist priest immediately drew his sword and thrust it upwards.

Ding!
At the moment when the peach wood sword touched the wooden sword in Zhang Beixing's hand, the old Taoist's face changed in shock and his pupils shrank sharply.

He felt a huge force pressing down on him, a force that was endless, seemingly unstoppable, and faintly destructive. How could this young man be so powerful?
The old Taoist priest did not choose to resist, but leaned back, ran down the steps and came to the platform below. Then he rolled to the side. Zhang Beixing followed closely behind.

Zhao Wenbin, who was caught between the two men, was stunned. He turned around without looking back and looked for a place to hide so as not to be involved in the fight between the two.

At this time, seeing Zhang Beixing chasing him, the old Taoist priest stood up, waved the peach wood sword in his hand, and stabbed at a flaw in Zhang Beixing. But at this time, Zhang Beixing was not panicked at all, looking at the peach wood sword stabbing at him, raised the wooden sword in his hand high, and chopped again.

In an instant, the wooden sword in his hand had already gathered sword energy, and the surrounding air seemed to be mobilized to serve the wooden sword, wrapping and surrounding the wooden sword.

At the same time, the wooden sword that seemed to have no lethality or even any destructive power actually contained terrifying pressure and unstoppable destructive power.

No one can stop this chopped blow!

The wind was blowing violently, dark clouds covered the sky, and thunder was rumbling.

Click!

A flash of lightning suddenly appeared in the sky, illuminating the surroundings, as well as Zhang Beixing and the old Taoist priest, as well as the wooden swords and peach wood swords in their hands.

The old Taoist priest only felt a sense of danger spreading in the air. His pupils dilated, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Zhang Beixing had changed. The look he looked at the wooden sword was also full of astonishment.

For some reason, he felt that when the wooden sword fell, not to mention his peach wood sword, even if he used his own body to block it, he might not be able to stop the power of this sword!

No, you can't force it! This peach wood sword was handed down to me by my master...

The old Taoist priest put away his sword without hesitation, stopped his steps, and moved to the side, trying to use his steps to distance himself from Zhang Beixing. However, he had no way to avoid this sword.

In an instant, the chop was hanging over his head like a sword of Damocles, ready to fall.

Swish!
Along with the lightning that swiftly cut through the sky and illuminated everything, Zhang Beixing's wooden sword fell and hung in front of the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest stared at Zhang Beixing in astonishment, with astonishment and fear in his eyes. An invisible, extremely oppressive and terrifying pressure instantly enveloped his heart.

That... that was not an ordinary wooden sword, but a wooden sword that carried a destructive aura and a terrifying momentum that was determined to smash everything and burn everything in the world.

That's right, it was this terrifying aura that he couldn't see at all but seemed to be able to feel that was overwhelming him. It made his heart seem to stop and the blood in his body turned cold in an instant.

The young man in front of him... this sword was very strong, really very strong! This kind of strength does not refer to great strength or power, but the kind of momentum that no one can stop or resist! He even felt that he was about to achieve enlightenment and return to the embrace of the Three Pure Ones...

At this time, Zhang Beixing retracted the wooden sword in his hand, took two steps back, clasped his fists and said, "Old Taoist priest, I'm sorry."

The old Taoist priest came back to his senses, still with a look of astonishment on his face, and looked at Zhang Beixing. He paused for two full seconds before twisting his beard and saying, "Ah... it's not an offense, it's because I was too reckless and disturbed the layman's... um, practice."

Now, the old Taoist priest has no other distracting thoughts in his mind. He has forgotten about taking in disciples and competitions, and has completely emptied his mind.

He knew very well that if the young man had not shown mercy, stopped at the right time and had no ill intentions, he would have died here. After all, the mysterious, terrifying aura that made him shudder when he recalled it was enough to make him admit defeat.

At this moment, the old Taoist priest quickly recalled the detailed explanation of the sword intent recorded in an ancient book.

Sword intent, which can also be interpreted as sword momentum, is a state that people who practice sword skills pursue throughout their lives. It is a state that can be encountered but not sought after.

But the old Taoist priest also knew clearly that no one could achieve such a thing as sword power, and it only existed in legends.

Throughout history and Taoist stories, no one has ever really done this. After experiencing everything just now, he couldn't help but think of the sword's power. But... he became even more confused.

Sword power...does it really exist in this world?

However, he quickly put this doubt aside for the time being and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

He knew very well that the sword was extremely powerful, and he also knew that if he was really hit by the wooden sword, he might become the first person in history to be cut in two by a wooden sword...

It was a thrilling experience, I almost lost my life...

"From the test I just made, I found that your swordsmanship is indeed extraordinary. I wonder how long you have been practicing swordsmanship?" The old Taoist priest asked impatiently, without giving Zhang Beixing a chance to speak.

Zhang Beixing frowned slightly, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and finally gave an approximate time: "About... two months, um, it should be about two months."

The voice just fell.

The smile on the old Taoist priest’s face froze instantly, his eyes were filled with confusion and astonishment, and his body was as stiff as a thousand-year-old stone statue.

His mind... was blank, with only one word echoing over and over again.

Two months... just two months...

Is it possible to reach such a level after only two months of practice?
In just two months, could he bring such a strong sense of oppression to his opponents with just a swing of his sword?
That aura, that momentum, is by no means easy to master, nor can it be displayed at will.

After all, he had practiced swordsmanship for several years, but had never felt that kind of terrifying aura that was so frightening and almost irresistible from anyone.

But the young man in front of him seemed to have no reason to deceive himself.

Could it be that he really only practiced for two months to reach his current level?

This... This is unbelievable! (End of this chapter)