I couldn't even imagine that a sloppy Taoist priest would defeat Chi Lang in this way.

Chi Lang was already about to kill him, but he still did not use the thunder talisman given by Zhou Yiyang, but chose to use his own method to defeat Chi Lang.

It was not entirely because the thunder talisman was so powerful that it would kill Chilang, but it was more meaningful for the sloppy Taoist priest to use the method taught to him by his master to defeat Chilang.

Based on my understanding of sloppy Taoist priests, it seems that this is the only reasonable explanation.

At this time, the sloppy Taoist priest had already walked down from the ring.

The crowd made way for him.

Under the gaze of countless Maoshan Sect disciples, the slovenly Taoist priest walked unhurriedly in the direction of Chilang.

The way those people looked at the sloppy Taoist priest was different. In addition to shock, they also had admiration and appreciation. Especially the female disciples of the Maoshan Sect, who looked at him with extremely hot eyes at this moment.

Oh my god, Luo Chiwen turned out to be the leader.

In the move just now, the giant dragon transformed from crape myrtle sky fire rose into the sky, once again lighting up the night of Maoshan Sect, and even lighting up the hearts of many female disciples.

It is estimated that many female disciples who previously supported Chi Lang have changed their targets now.

After all, in the world of practitioners, the strong are always respected.

Being handsome is of no use. Of course, this is not talking about me. Being handsome is useful. After all, I have to eat something soft.

Not long after, the slovenly Taoist priest walked up to Chilang who was lying on the ground. He was still coughing and spitting out some blood foam from his mouth.

He should be grateful to the sloppy Taoist priest for showing mercy and not using the Thunder Talisman, otherwise this kid would have died long ago.

After reaching Chi Lang's side, the slovenly Taoist priest said nothing, but stretched out a hand to pull Chi Lang up.

But Chi Lang turned his head and ignored him.

The sloppy Taoist priest was not angry, but walked around to Chilang's side, squatted in front of him, and then took out the broken sword that was more than ten years ago from the Eight Treasures Bag of Qiankun and threw it at Chilang.

In front of him: "Junior Brother Chilang, do you still remember this wooden sword?"

Upon hearing this, Chilang slowly turned his head and looked at the wooden sword on the ground. His expression changed and he was immediately stunned.

However, Chilang quickly regained his composure: "Where did I find a broken wooden sword? I don't remember."

The sloppy Taoist priest took a deep breath, smiled, and said: "Back then, Elder Long Shan called all our disciples with the character 'Zhi' to stand together. Whoever can persist to the end will get this wooden sword.

Yes, you got this wooden sword at that time, and I was second. You got the wooden sword that I wanted, and you cut it off in front of me and threw it in front of me. Now, I take this wooden sword.

I'll return the sword to you, and from now on, I won't have any attachment to you."

"How come I don't remember what happened?" Chi Lang smiled painfully.

"Maybe you don't remember that you are the grandson of the elder of the Maoshan Sect. You have grown up in a honey pot since you were a child. You even have nine magic weapons, each of which is a peerless magic weapon, and the only one I have is

There is only a wooden sword, and I used this wooden sword in my hand to knock you off the ring. I am not showing off to you by saying this, nor do I want to prove anything. I just want to say that maybe you look down on me.

People like you will one day trample you under their feet, so as a person, you should keep a low profile."

After saying this, the sloppy Taoist priest stood up, put away his lightning wooden sword, turned around and walked in the direction of Master Songhe.

Master Songhe stood not far away looking at him with his hands behind his back.

There was no longer the cynicism in his eyes, nor was he drunk.

I feel like Master Songhe is a completely different person at this time.

Not long after, the sloppy Taoist priest walked up to Master Songhe and knelt down with a "pop" sound.

"Master, I win." The sloppy Taoist priest kowtowed directly to Master Songhe, making a loud noise.

"My disciple has become successful. Master will know that you can do it." Master Songhe stretched out a hand and wanted to touch the sloppy Taoist priest's head. However, before his hand could touch the sloppy Taoist priest's head, the sloppy Taoist priest was stunned.

The Taoist priest suddenly swayed and fell to the side.

"Brother Luo!" Kasang and Yuankong were shocked and quickly ran towards the sloppy Taoist priest.

Brother Gu and I were also very surprised and followed closely.

At this time, Master Songhe had already helped up the sloppy Taoist priest who had fallen to the ground and passed out.

He carefully inspected the sloppy Taoist priest, sighed, and said: "It's okay, it's just that he lost his strength and his spiritual power was exhausted. His body is not seriously affected. He will be fine after a few days of rest."

After hearing this, several of us breathed a sigh of relief.

I felt that the sloppy Taoist priest would be fine. After all, he swallowed the ghost flower from the corpse grave. This elixir can quickly recover from injuries and greatly improve his cultivation level. It hasn't been long since he took this elixir, and its potency is not yet fully developed.

If it works, the sloppy Taoist priest will definitely be fine.

If it weren't for this elixir, the sloppy Taoist priest would probably have been seriously injured even if he didn't die.

The competition was finally over. Originally, the sloppy Taoist priest had to accept a set of Maoshan sect's practice methods from the elder Chuan Gong, and the Donghuang Bell, which taught the real person, was also going to be given to him, but at this time, the sloppy Taoist priest fainted and passed away.

, I can only ask for these things another day, since I can’t run away anyway.

Then, Brother Gu walked over, picked up the sloppy Taoist priest from the ground, and walked straight towards Master Songhe's Taoist temple.

No one thought that this final battle for the top spot would be so tragic, with both sides losing.

But in the end, the sloppy Taoist priest won, and Master Long Shan also announced the results of the competition.

Just now, the sloppy Taoist priest was holding on to everything without letting himself fall.

A group of us led the sloppy Taoist priest towards the Taoist temple. The crowd of onlookers moved out of the way and looked towards the sloppy Taoist priest.

At this time, I looked back at Chilang. There were many people surrounding him at the moment, including an elder wearing a red robe.

That elder should be Chilang's grandfather.

Not long after, our group returned to the Taoist temple under the watch of everyone.

Yuankong and Brother Gu were busy heating hot water and began to help the sloppy Taoist priest scrub and tidy up.

After several competitions, this guy was very defeated, but fortunately, he didn't have any injuries on his body now. All the previous wounds were healed, and not even a scar was left. It was all the work of the Ghost Flower of the Corpse Tomb.
Chapter completed!