Great Dao Ji

"Is that person still in Hanlong Inn?"

Wu Liusan was shocked, but he had no choice.

Gathering his remaining strength, he swung his long sword back and slashed out a sword light like a thread, whistling and cutting off the arrows flying across.

Bang!

Sparks flew!

Under the burst of strength, Wu Liusan retreated with the force, pulling a deep gully in the yellow sand.

At the same time, he shook his body, shook Zhao Tianfeng off, and kicked him far away:

"Go to the inn quickly!"

"Uncle Wu!"

Zhao Tianfeng cried out in grief, and his body flew into the yellow sand.

Looking at Wu Liusan waving a long sword in the crowd, his eyes were red, and he rushed to Hanlong Inn with gritted teeth.

"Don't worry about that kid, kill Wu Liusan first!"

The burly man shouted, and jumped up from his horse, waving the knife and slashing straight at him.

Bang!

The swords collided, the air flow was turbulent, and smoke and dust rose around the two people, and the wind was gusting.

In the whistling sand, another figure suddenly flashed by, and then, blood flowers sounded with a groan of pain.

Wu Liusan waved his long sword and forced the two people to retreat, and drops of blood flowed from his chest.

A short man stood up from the yellow sand, wiped the blood on his long sword, and smiled grimly:

"After losing an arm, your sword skills have become more profound, Wu Liusan, you are really amazing."

"It's just the last gasp of a dying crossbow!"

Cang Ju wiped his face that was numb from the shock, and was also shocked in his heart.

But he was cruel by nature, not only did he not retreat, but his offensive became more violent:

"But today you and that kid will die, and no one can save you!"

Suddenly, a chill rose in his heart.

He felt an invisible breath descending from the sky, like a mountain pressing on his heart, which made him feel an unprecedented sense of crisis.

The knife light that burst out was retracted immediately and protected in front of him.

He looked up and his pupils shrank.

He saw a Taoist figure on horseback suddenly appear in the wind and sand in the distance.

The appearance of the man and the horse was extremely strange, but there was no abruptness, as if he should have been there.

And with his appearance, the wind and sand in the sky stopped in an instant.

Master!

An unprecedented master!

Cang Ju felt a chill in his heart. Just as he was about to ask, he heard screams one after another.

Looking back, he saw that in the wind and sand, the bloody smell accompanied by heads soared into the sky!

"Ah!"

A sand bandit shouted and turned to escape.

But in an instant, his body stiffened, his head raised high, and blood was scattered all over the yellow sand.

In just a few moments, dozens of horse bandits in the two teams had been completely killed. The visible swords and knives were not scary, but this extremely weird scene made them lose all their courage.

Extremely terrified and shocked.

"Taoist Wang Quan is indeed as hateful as the legend says"

Only Wu Liusan was relieved.

He had stayed at Hanlong Inn before, so he naturally knew about the deeds of this Taoist priest who killed bandits.

Puff~

With a subtle sound of cutting throat, Cang Ju's pupils shrank and he saw the culprit of the murder.

A grain of sand so small that it is invisible!

A grain of sand!

"Who are you? What is the grudge between you and us?"

Cang Ju drew his sword in shock, his scalp numbing.

But before he finished speaking, he saw a calm and deep eye light up in the wind and sand, and also revealed the Taoist priest riding a red horse and wearing white clothes behind the wind and sand.

A huge wave rose in his heart: "You, you, you are Wang, Taoist Wang Quan!"

"Ah!"

Cang Ju was frightened and turned to run away.

"What? Taoist Wang Quan?"

The short man's scalp exploded when he heard these four words, and he turned around and tried to run away.

"Hmph!"

Suddenly, a cold snort broke through the sky, ignoring any distance, and sounded in everyone's heart.

Like thunder and lightning, like the sound of destruction, a cold snort sounded, and everyone's heart was numb, and the whole person stood still as if they were electrocuted.

Watching the Taoist urging his horse to walk in step by step.

Rustling~~~

The unhurried sound of horse hooves stopped, and An Qisheng glanced at Zhao Tianfeng, who was stunned in front of him, and a ripple suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Buzz~

Ripples rose in his perspective, and countless lights and shadows that only he could see intertwined in front of him.

In just a moment, it evolved into an ancient and desolate flag, as rough and cold as the vast sea and desert.

The big flag was like a gun, fluttering, exuding a desolate atmosphere that people couldn't look directly at.

The Great Dragon Flag of the Vast Sea!

This little kid is actually the owner of the Great Dragon Flag of the Vast Sea.

With a flash of his eyes, Zhao Tianfeng's origin, experience, and the Great Dragon Flag that seemed to be sleeping in his body were all seen through by him.

He thought about it and wanted to explore the opportunity.

The Great Dragon Flag in the shadow seemed to be aware of something, and it trembled faintly, as if there were signs of escape.

"Interesting."

An Qisheng glanced at Zhao Tianfeng indifferently.

The Great Dragon Flag of the Vast Sea has not yet revived, so naturally there is nothing magical, otherwise these bandits would not be qualified to chase him.

However, this Great Dragon Flag has not yet revived, but under the traction of the Qi, it can make these two people flee in the direction where he is.

This is quite interesting.

"Master Dao, Master Dao! I didn't know that you were here, and I deserve to die, I deserve to die!"

Cang Ju knelt in the yellow sand trembling all over, begging for mercy: "Mercy, mercy!"

An Qisheng's reputation may not spread throughout the Jiufu world.

But in Mozhou, it is truly thunderous.

Everyone in Mozhou was aware of the terrifying storm that was like a natural disaster a few days ago, and who could not be afraid of Taoist Wang Quan who caused such a natural disaster?

Without saying a word, the ferocious gangster knelt down and begged for mercy!

Zhao Tianfeng looked up at the Taoist in white with a calm expression, and a thought suddenly came to his mind: How great would it be if I could become such a master?

"If I die, there's no need."

An Qisheng shifted his gaze, swept across several bandits, and said calmly:

"Death once is enough."

The plain words swept through the wind and sand like a cold current.

Wu Liusan felt a chill in his heart. Cang Ju's ferocious expression had not yet changed, but he had lost all breath and died silently.

Plop~

Plop~

There were several sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground, and all the bandits were killed on the spot.

As the wind and sand blew by, the smell of blood filled his mouth and nose for a moment.

"Thank you, Taoist Master, for saving your life."

Wu Liusan knelt down on one knee and kowtowed heavily in the yellow sand:

"Wu Liusan will keep it in mind and will not dare or forget it in the future."

He wanted to say that he would be repaid in the future, but when he remembered the identity of the person in front of him, he was afraid that he was not qualified to repay him.

"Without you, these people would have been killed if I met them. It's just by the way. There is no need to thank me."

An Qisheng waved his hand slightly.

Wu Liusan stood up involuntarily.

This Wu Liusan can be considered miserable. If he hadn't met him, he might have been one of the opportunities for the soldier master to awaken.

The divine weapons of heaven and humans may have been just pure magical weapons originally, but as they have been passed down over the years, they have coincided with a certain general trend. They appear in the world when luck is high, and dormant when luck is low.

This seems to be the practice of these magic weapons?

"Taoist Priest, please accept me as your disciple!"

At this time, Zhao Tianfeng suddenly spoke up and was about to kneel down in front of An Qisheng.

But halfway through kneeling, he suddenly realized that he could no longer kneel down. An invisible force trembled, and he stood upright involuntarily.

"You have your own path, there is no need to worship me as your teacher."

An Qisheng glanced at Zhao Tianfeng.

This young man is blessed with great fortune. His talent, understanding, strength, and luck are all among the best in the world. He is also a future military master, and he is qualified to be anyone's apprentice.

Although luck will definitely be miserable before it really flourishes.

But he had no intention of accepting a disciple.

Recruiting disciples is to preach, and it is also to inherit one's own way.

The weapon master is obviously not suitable. The reason why he can recognize the master of the divine weapon must be because he is most compatible with the divine weapon. In other words, what they have inherited is the way of heaven and man.

The military masters of the past generations have inherited the paths of all previous military masters and pushed them deeper. This is the reason for the existence of divine weapons.

Naturally, he would not accept a disciple who took on someone else's path.

"I"

What else did Zhao Tianfeng want to say.

The figure of the Taoist in front of him suddenly faded, like a faded picture, disappearing into the sky like blue smoke.

It had actually disappeared from his sight.

But he had already ridden away, and he couldn't even see clearly how he left.

Lost.

Great disappointment filled his heart, and the circles under his eyes were slightly red.

During this time, he truly tasted the pain of the weak, and an unprecedented desire to become stronger filled his mind. This was the reason why he wanted to become a disciple.

That is the best master in the world.

"The Taoist Master is an expert. He must have a reason for not accepting you as his disciple."

Wu Liusan sighed, walked over, and patted Zhao Tianfeng on the shoulder:

"Your talent is rare in the world. If the Taoist priest doesn't accept you, I will find a good disciple for you."

Having been with Zhao Tianfeng for some time, he naturally saw that Zhao Tianfeng was extraordinary.

If it weren't for the fact that his technique was incomplete and had no follow-up, he would have accepted him as his disciple long ago.

But Zhao Tianfeng is extremely talented, better than anyone he has ever seen. He clearly has the qualifications to achieve divine veins. How can he delay him?

"Thank you, Uncle Wu."

Zhao Tianfeng sniffed, blinked his sour eyes, and said:

"Let's go to the inn, you're injured."

Wu Liusan nodded.

Zhao Tianfeng looked deeply in the direction of An Qisheng, who had disappeared in the wind and sand.

Taoist priest, one day, I will stand in front of you.

An Qisheng was very interested in the divine weapons.

However, he was not interested in a celestial weapon that had not yet been revived.

As soon as he saw the big dragon flag, he already knew that the Jiufu Realm Celestial Divine Armament's recognition of its master was not so much the Divine Armament's recognition of its master, but rather the Divine Armament's search for a successor for the former avenue.

Is this considered as accepting a disciple on behalf of the master?

He and the Divine Weapon are not compatible with each other, and if he wants to forcefully admit his master, it will probably lead to unnecessary reactions.

According to his speculation, this reaction may be greater than imagined.

Otherwise, if it were simple, after tens of thousands of years, there would be no magic weapon to recognize its master.

Instead, it should be a rumor like 'Heavens and gods command the world'.