The appearance of the Taoist sect’s ancestral master was like a shot of a heart-wrenching injection, which immediately made everyone excited.

The Hidden Sect is a mysterious and supreme existence, but the Taoist Sect is the head of the three gates on the Hidden Sect, and it stands on the top of the palace.

If a strong man at the level of master takes action, he will definitely defeat Western masters.

"You, you - the old thief in the East who was despicable and shamelessly attacked my mentor Frank back then?"

Moseska's face darkened, and he looked at Master Qingyan of Taomen, and a cold luster flashed in his eyes.

"Sneak attack?"

Master Qingyan of the Taoist Sect smiled, shook his head and sighed, and said seriously: "It's not that I'm a sneak attack, it's just that Frank is too stupid, he's just that he's facing me!"

“—”

Everyone in the East was speechless, not sure what to say?

It is natural to say that sneak attacks are so quiet and gentle. This is really - no one else.

Lin Feng was slightly stunned and sighed in his heart. This old guy is thick-skinned and really a thief who is old but never dies.

Moseska's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "Today, I will avenge the teacher and kill you, the shameless old thief!"

The ancestor Qingyan of the Taoist sect laughed: "Haha. You are like your teacher, and you are very angry, but the result is that I have just gotten into a flash of a move."

He sighed: "Ah. The Western martial arts world has a characteristic, which is very confident and shouts loudly, but it is just that its strength is not good!"

"—" Moseska's face darkened, as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Ten years ago, at the World Martial Arts Conference, for some reason, a chaotic battle occurred. The older generation of masters on both sides attacked. The ancestor of Taoist sect Qingyan faced a paladin in the Western Knight Hall, and thunder attacked, defeated the enemy with one move, and deterred the entire audience.

This paladin is Moseska's teacher. Frank, the lightest combat power among the four Paladins in the previous generation, was photographed with black bricks and fainted before he could take action.

The Western Knights Temple looks at glory more than life.

He became a shame for the Knights Palace, a joke in the Western martial arts world, and his mind suffered an unprecedented blow. He never recovered from his position as a Paladin and lived in seclusion in the mountains.

Moseska's eyes were cold and murderous intent was cold: "Today, if you don't beat you, the shameless old dog, look for teeth all over the ground, kneel down and beg for mercy, I will commit suicide in the east."

He took action and his body was filled with strong energy. The wind was automatically blowing, his robe was flying, and his blonde hair was flying, like a golden god of war, holding a knight's sword, flashed, and he rushed towards the ancestor Qingyan of the Taoist Sect.

"Sure enough - it's an angel-level power!"

The ancestor Qingyan of Taoist sect was shocked.

Frank's disciples actually entered that realm?

His heart sank, but he was not afraid. His body shook and he burst out with a strong aura. He took one step and started a battle with Moseska.

Moseska held the Knight's Holy Sword, and while wielding, the golden light stormed and the attack was fierce, like a storm, continuous and terrifying.

The ancestor of Daomen Qingyan defended passively and had no chance to fight back, but his defense was not airtight and he could not see the outcome for a while.

All around, everyone stared at the battle with wide eyes, and they didn't dare to blink, and no one wanted to miss this peak battle in martial arts.

"Oh my God, the ancestor of Daomen Qingyan was actually beaten by the golden retriever, and he had no strength to fight back?" Someone looked ugly.

"The Master Qingyan is one of the best veteran masters in the Taoist sect. His realm is unfathomable and his combat power is terrifying. How could he be suppressed and beaten?"

"Is the Western martial arts world so strong that it is so terrible?" Someone gasped and said in disbelief.

"Don't want to increase others' ambition and destroy your own majesty. Western martial arts, but barbarian kung fu, how can we compare with our east?"

"What do you know?" Zang Qiong said, "What Qingyan ancestors cultivated is the great aura of heaven and earth, with peace in the middle, good at defending but not attacking, and only fights defensive counterattacks."

"As long as Moseska reveals a trace of flaws, Master Qingyan will take the opportunity to take action and infinitely amplify the flaws, thereby conquering the enemy and winning."

"So that's it!" Everyone nodded with deep understanding.

The moment the words were finished, the ancestor Qingyan of the Taoist sect found a flaw and launched a counterattack.

As soon as he took action, the Taoist internal strength was fully demonstrated, and his aura was magnificent, soaring into the sky. He knocked Moseska away with one palm, and then a tiger took advantage of the situation to pursue him.

"The ancestor Qingyan finally took action."

"Haha, if Master Qingyan takes action, he will definitely be able to fight the Western dogs and flee in panic."

The confidence of the people in the East is greatly boosted.

On the side, Lin Feng shook his head. The Taoist Qingyan ancestor was well-versed in Taoism and had profound skills, but he still couldn't take that step. His realm was in the great perfection of the master, and he could enter the military realm with just one heel.

But this layer of window paper blocked many heroes and prides of heaven.

If you break it, you will be the king.

Even if the Grand Perfection of the Grand Master is different from the true Divine Realm Venerable.

Lin Feng shook his head and sighed: "No surprise, within thirty rounds, the ancestor of Daomen Qingyan will inevitably be defeated.

"Hmph, what did you say?"

Upon hearing this, Zangqiong frowned and was immediately dissatisfied.

She looked at Lin Feng and sneered: "I have a profound Taoist craft and unparalleled moves. The strength and realm of Master Qingyan are unfathomable. How can you see through it? Humph, don't pretend to understand it if you don't understand. According to me, if you don't use ten moves, Master Qingyan can't take care of the golden retriever that Master Qingyan can beat himself."

Lin Feng shook his head and smiled, with a hint of teasing on his lips: "Miss Zangqiong is so confident, how about making a bet?"

"Go a bet, I'm afraid you won't bet?" Zang Qiong said, "What are you betting?"

Lin Feng thought for a while and said, "If you lose, what if you lend me three thousand ways to hide it?"

"What?" Zangqiong was stunned and a little surprised. Three Thousand Daozangs, but among the Taoist disciples, only the best-in-class people with outstanding abilities are qualified to refer to.

She sneered, "Haha, the head of the Lin family is very ambitious and wants to see the three thousand Taoist sects in my Taoist sect. Why don't you go to heaven?"

Lin Feng was not angry at all, shook his head and smiled, "Don't you dare to gamble?"

"Go ahead." Zang Qiongke couldn't stand the excitement and said, "What if you lose?"

Lin Feng said: "I won't lose!"

Zangqiong, "—"

The moment the words fell, a muffled sound came from the sky.

Moseska used a sword technique that fell from the sky, and his figure shook into three shapes, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and reality. He formed a font shape and surrounded the ancestor Qingyan of the Daomen Sect.

The Sword of Pinzi’s Decisive Killing!

The most powerful martial arts in the Knight Palace are similar to the Taoist sect's Qi Transformation of the Three Pure One Qi, there is real in the virtual, and there is virtual in the real. When facing the enemy in the face of the battle, the virtual and the real can instantly change, attack and kill the enemy, making people unable to defend themselves.

However, this powerful martial art is a legend in the Western Knights' Temple. No one has ever practiced it for hundreds of years, but Moseska has used it.

The ancestor of Daomen Qingyan was shocked, and his energy was released, forming a protective qi, but it was instantly broken. His whole person felt as if he was struck by lightning, and he was shocked, vomiting blood from his mouth, severely injured, and lost his combat power.

"I see!"

The ancestor of the Taoist sect Qingyan seemed to understand something. The legendary martial arts and genre of the Knight Palace, the reason why no one has practiced it for a hundred years is that to practice this profound martial art, the realm must reach the divine realm.

Failed?

Zang Qiong was stunned.

Cang Jian, Cang Yan and others were also stunned.

"This, how is this possible?"

Everyone in Dongfang was stunned, their faces filled with intense shock and disbelief.

The dignified ancestor of the Taoist sect, Qingyan, and the legendary peak figure, were actually defeated by the Western Knight Hall?

For a moment, there was silence here and the world became quiet.

No one can accept this result, nor is he willing to accept it.

"Haha. Qingyan Old Dog, you-be defeated."

Moseska laughed loudly: "Haha. From this we can see that if you hadn't been a despicable and shameless sneak attack back then, how could you be my teacher's opponent?"

He felt extremely happy, and the depression he had been holding in his teacher's heart for ten years was finally cleared at this moment.
Chapter completed!