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"Did you... didn't encounter anything unusual last night?" The Taoist looked at He Xie up and down, and asked with disbelief in his eyes.

"Did the Daoist say a female ghost?" He Xie got off the couch and walked to the side of the table.

"That's right." Dao Ren said, "That female ghost has killed a lot of people. If you don't understand magic, it's impossible to survive from her hands."

"Can't you survive if you don't know magic?" He Xie asked slowly, "The Taoist priest seems to have some prejudice against those who practice martial arts."

"I am not prejudiced against people who practice martial arts, but against you!" The Taoist muttered in his heart.

Since yesterday He Xie showed his indifference to human life, he has been labelled "indiscriminately killing innocents" in his heart since He Xie has been missing for a long time, so he will sit and watch He Xie live in the house of the female ghost.

In his opinion, when people are bad, they are no different from ghosts.

But people died and evil disappeared, so he came early in the morning to collect the corpses.

"Martial arts are useless against ghosts." The Taoist shook his head, "I was wrong. I didn't expect you to be a fellow."

"I don't know any magic, and I'm not a fellow Taoist." He Xie poured two glasses of wine, pushed one of them in front of the Taoist, and looked up at him, "Whether it's martial arts or self-cultivation, it depends on me. It's a big absurdity for the Taoist priest to despise martial arts and elevate spells."

"Same destination by different paths?" The Taoist sneered, "Practicing martial arts is just training a stinky bag that will turn into dust sooner or later, but practicing Taoism can make the soul immortal, young people, between the two, it is like a cloud of mud. No, there is no comparison at all."

"Cultivation is killing the life with the sky, not the soul with the sky." He Xie shook his head, "Of course the soul is the foundation of cultivation, but the physical body is also the root of cultivation, favoring one over the other, after all, is the sword, not the right way. Not cultivating the body, only cultivating the soul, but walking on one leg, sooner or later, you will pay for it.”

The Taoist looked at He Xie in surprise: "It seems that you really don't understand magic, otherwise you wouldn't say such ridiculous things."

"The Taoist priest is also really rough with martial arts, otherwise he would not be so dismissive of martial arts." He Xie picked up the water cup and took a sip.

The Taoist smiled but not smiled: "My martial arts are indeed so-so, but they are enough for me to punish the traitors and eliminate the evil, and do justice for the heavens. Listen to what you mean, your martial arts are very powerful, right?"

He Xie glanced at the Taoist and said, "If you only use martial arts, you have no chance at all in front of me."

The Taoist laughed: "I'm not afraid that the wind will flicker your tongue! Young man, do you know what it means to be a person outside a person, and there is a heaven outside the sky?"

"I understand this truth better than you." He Xie chuckled.

The Taoist snorted coldly, "Do you dare to compete with me if you just talk about it and don't do it?"

"Alright," He Xie said with a smile, "Let me see what the Taoist master's spells are so brilliant."

"I can't use magic to deal with you." The Taoist sneered, "This place is too small, go outside, remember, the person who taught you today is called Yan Chixia!"

"No," He Xie smiled and drank all the water in the cup, "If it's just a competition, it's fine here."

As soon as he finished speaking, his wrist flicked, and the water glass in his hand shot towards Yan Chixia.

Yan Chixia was startled, she didn't expect that He Xie would do it when he said he would do it, but he reacted very quickly, reaching out like a water glass to grab it.

But as soon as he started, he felt like he was holding a piece of red-hot coal, and he suddenly exclaimed and couldn't help but let go.

The next moment, he only felt a flower in front of him, one hand had already pinched his throat, and Yan Chixia suddenly froze.

He Xie smiled and retrieved the water cup from Yan Chixia's hand, loosened his throat, and said leisurely, "Master, your martial arts are really just a little bit of fur."

Yan Chixia's face was flushed, and she was shocked and annoyed. He never thought that he would be restrained by He Xie before he could even react. The words he just said were like a slap in the face. face.

"You... you sneak attack! This time doesn't count!" Yan Chixia cried out in embarrassment.

Before cultivating Taoism, he used to be a world-renowned hot-handed judge. He was so famous that he relied on his strong martial arts skills, but now he can't even handle a single move from others. How can he accept this?

"If you don't use spells, it will still be the same result if you try again a hundred times." He Xie shook his head with a smile, "Your martial arts are simply the style of the crop."

Kurah!

Yan Chixia drew her sword without saying a word with a dark face.

"Look at the sword!"

With a light drink, he stabbed He Xie with a sword.

But He Xie just gently stretched out **** and clamped his sword.

Immediately, he stretched out his other hand and flexed his fingers on the spine of the sword.

Zheng!

With a melodious sword cry, Yan Chixia felt that a strange force instantly made half of her body numb, and the next moment, he found that his sword was in He Xie's hands.

"This..." Yan Chixia couldn't believe her eyes.

"You, you are magic!" he exclaimed in anger.

He Xie glanced at him with a half-smile, and Yan Chixia blushed.

He is a Taoist, how can he not know whether He Xie used a spell just now, but he has never seen such profound internal strength and martial arts.

"Good sword." He Xie reversed his wrist, looked at the broad sword in his hand and exclaimed sincerely, then reversed his wrist and handed the sword to Yan Chixia again.

Yan Chixia's face turned blue and red for a while, it was wonderful, he took the sword with a cold snort, turned around and left.

But as soon as he reached the door, he stopped again. He was really unwilling, and it was too embarrassing.

He pretended to be cold and said: "Your martial arts are indeed good, but if I use magic, you can't even catch one of my moves, do you believe it?"

He Xie laughed and said, "I don't believe it."

Yan Chixia's face suddenly became happy, but when she turned around, she had a serious face, raised her chin and said, "Originally, my spells were only used to deal with monsters, but since you don't know how high the sky is~lightnovelpub.net ~It's good to let you know and see, lest you be like a frog in a well, ridiculous and pathetic."

He Xie sighed: "You talk so much again, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing to lose later?"

"Hahaha..." Yan Chixia laughed deliberately, "Will I lose to you?"

He suddenly clenched his fists and shouted, "Swordsmanship!"

hum!

The next moment, the broad sword in his hand suddenly shot towards He Xie like a sword from the string!

He Xie's eyes narrowed, and he saw the sword suddenly flashed to the side when he arrived, but he didn't know that this broad sword seemed to be like a living thing.

He Xie stepped on the gossip and dodged again in a flash, while the broad sword chased after him and stabbed him in the back of the head.

As soon as He Xie lowered his head, the broad sword almost flew past his head.

He Xie's eyes were quick, and he grabbed the hilt of the sword the moment he passed by.