I'll go! Zhang Yi was stunned when he heard this.

This guy is so shameless, right?

Before they even became masters, they already regarded the other party as their master?

Is it difficult to force others?

However, the Lord of Qingyun Temple did not stop the water flowing at all. He smiled and said, "As long as you can hurt Nuo Dao, Nuo Dao is your master. If you can't, go wherever you come from!"

"See the trick!"

Duan Shuiliu shouted lightly, holding a long sword in his hand, cutting through the air, and in the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of the Lord of Qingyun Temple.

At the critical moment, the owner of Qingyun Temple calmly waved the whisk, forming a wave in front of him.

Buzz! In an instant, Duanshuiliu had already stabbed with a sword, with a fierce murderous intent.

Crack! In an instant, the wave was devouring the long sword inch by inch.

"You have a strong killing intention!"

The owner of Qingyun Temple stood there without moving, staring at the broken water flow in front of him.

Chuanshui Liu's eyes were red and he roared loudly: "Then help me realize the truth!"

The owner of Qingyun Temple smiled and said, "Do you know what Tao is?

What is Tao?"

"No, you don't know anything!"

"How easy is it to realize the truth?"

"You have too much killing intentions, so you need to reflect on yourself!"

At the end of the conversation, he waved his embroidered robe lightly.

Boom! Caught out of control, Chuanshuiliu was as if he was hit hard, and he staggered and took more than ten steps in a row.

He looked down and found that the sword had been crushed, leaving only one hilt.

The owner of Qingyun Temple looked at Duan Shuiliu deeply. He put away the whisk and turned to the ancient palace: "You lost, please go back!"

"No, I haven't lost yet!"

Broken water wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and he lit the toes and patted the back of the owner of Qingyun Temple with one palm.

No matter what, he would hurt the old Taoist priest and let him take him as his disciple.

He felt that in this world, only the Taoist internal skills of Xuanmen can understand more things.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yi felt a little moved.

I have to say that the obsession with cutting off the water flow is very serious, but the murderous sins caused by killing people are also even more serious.

Seeing that the Broken Water was about to slap the head of Qingyun Temple with one palm, the other party turned around and palmed back.

Boom! This palm also landed heavily on Chuanshuiliu's chest.

"ah!"

The Broken Water roared in pain.

The sword energy hidden in his body completely exploded at this moment.

Swish—There are countless sword energy breaking through the body and shooting towards the owner of Qingyun Temple.

The owner of Qingyun Temple's pupils shrank slightly, and at the critical moment, he waved the whisk in his hand.

A buzzing sound turned into layers of fluctuation barriers.

Pup! Those awesome sword energy, both hard and soft, directly penetrated the wave barrier and turned into water droplets.

Caught off guard, the owner of Qingyun Temple was shocked to retreat continuously, and his qi and blood surged.

In an instant.

A trace of blood gradually spilled out of the corners of his mouth.

The Lord of Qingyun Temple, was injured! At this time, the Broken Water had already fallen to the ground and was dying.

"Owner!"

Lei Qilin was surprised and said, and it rushed over quickly.

The Lord of Qingyun Temple waved his hand, and he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth casually, and laughed: "It's really good, Master Duan, you won!"

Have you finally won?

Duan Shui Liu smiled at his mouth, and then fainted on the spot.

Cough cough! The Master of Qingyun Temple coughed violently twice, then looked at Lei Qilin: "Xiao Lei, bring Jushi Duan in!"

"OK!"

Although Lei Qilin was a little reluctant, he still walked up and picked up the broken water flow with his mouth.

The Master Qingyun Temple suddenly stopped again. He looked back at Zhang Yi and said, "Mr. Zhang, you can come in with me too!"

After saying that, he stepped into the ancient palace without looking back.

Zhang Yi did not hesitate for a moment and followed in with the stupid Leng Yue.

——Although the water cut off and accidentally injured the Qingyun Temple Master, he also suffered serious injuries.

After Zhang Yi's treatment with acupuncture, the injuries caused by the cut off the water flow were much better.

However, Shuoshui still remained unconscious.

At this time, the Lord of Qingyun Temple was sitting cross-legged, with his true energy swelling violently, as if he was healing.

Lei Qilin stood by silently, and his eyes looked at Duan Shuiliu with a kind of ferocity.

If it weren't for this person, his master wouldn't have been injured! Zhang Yi sat up and walked towards the Qingyun Temple Master, clasped his fists and said, "Senior, you are injured very much. Do you want me to help you with acupuncture?"

"oh?

Do you still know acupuncture?”

Hearing this, the Lord of Qingyun Temple also opened his eyes, and a hint of surprise flashed through his eyes.

"Learn a little bit of fur!"

Zhang Yi smiled modestly.

"Mr. Zhang, I didn't expect that you are young and you know how to be modest?"

The Master of Qingyun Temple suddenly laughed: "If you don't have a master, I will definitely accept you as your disciple. What a pity, it's such a pity!"

At the end of the conversation, it turned into a sigh.

Um?

What does he mean?

Hearing what he said, he seemed to know that I have a master?

Could it be that he is like his master, with a brilliant idea?

"I am not in any way!"

The Lord of Qingyun Temple stood up and said, "You did it, right?"

"Senior is really amazing, it's what the younger generation did!"

Zhang Yi smiled: "I promised Brother Duan, so please forgive me for your seniors!"

"Haha, I have to say that your swordsmanship has reached its peak! Even I am amazed!"

The Master of Qingyun Temple looked at him with admiration, then pointed to Duan Shuiliu who was lying not far away and said, "Is Mr. Duan okay?"

"Brother Duan is fine, he will wake up tomorrow!"

"That's good!"

"Senior, you seem to be very concerned about Brother Duan's safety?"

"Haha, if something happened to him, wouldn't I have lost a disciple?"

Zhang Yi was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly reacted.

From this point of view, the owner of Qingyun Temple has already planned to take the water to the disciple.

Thinking of it, Zhang Yi felt a gust of breeze coming from beside him.

"Master, please accept a prayer from my disciple!"

At some point, Duanshuiliu had woken up and rushed to the Lord of Qingyun Temple and knelt down, and kept kowtowing.

"Okay, OK!"

The owner of Qingyun Temple raised his hand and helped Chuanshuiliu up: "From now on, you can follow me!"

"Thank you, Master!"

Broken water flowed with joy.

Zhang Yi looked at Duan Shuiliu in surprise and thought to himself that this guy was recovering too quickly, right?

He originally thought that the water flow would not be able to wake up at least tomorrow, but he didn't expect that he would wake up now, and he was still jumping around! But soon, the Qingyun Temple Master said with a serious expression: "I want to tell you clearly, I am not sure.

I plan to practice Taoism here to spend the rest of my life. Can you endure this loneliness?”

"Master, don't worry, I've already realized something."

Duan Shuiliu smiled slightly: "People who practice Taoism must endure loneliness, otherwise, how can they realize the Tao?"

"Haha, then I'll be relieved!"

The owner of Qingyun Temple smiled happily.
Chapter completed!