Chapter 1688 The end of the mouth

Although these ten silver needles were pierced into the acupoints on his face, the longer the needle was left, the greater the impact on his whole body's functions!

After all, acupuncture points on the human face can also affect the circulation of meridians throughout the body.

Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes and looked at Tao Zhishan who was retreating to the crowd. Want to leave? How easy is it?!

Thinking of this, Xiao Chen grinned and said, "Old man, how painful it is to stab the needle on his face. He was just now looking like he was giving advice. Why, don't you even have the courage to pull the needle?"

Tao Zhishan couldn't help but feel sank when he heard about his heart. Fortunately, he didn't have the impulse just now, otherwise he would have pulled out the silver needle and would have been poisoned and died.

What a cruel boy!

However, Tao Zhishan also sneered secretly. Fortunately, he was smart enough. If it were someone else, he might have been defeated by Xiao Chen.

"Junior, do you think I am a three-year-old child? Want to get poisoned after removing the needle? Dreaming!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tao Zhishan stretched out his hand and pulled out a soft sword more than three feet long from his waist. He roared and slashed at Xiao Chen.

Although he suffered a small loss in Xiao Chen's hands just now, Xiao Chen was a Taoist monk, not a warrior.

As a martial arts practitioner, if he was defeated by Xiao Chen in martial arts, where would he put his old face?!

Seeing that Tao Zhishan was indeed attacked, Xiao Chen couldn't help laughing in his heart. While wielding his sword to fight, he pretended to be ineffective and retreated while fighting.

Seeing that Xiao Chen was really unable to support him, Tao Zhishan became even more proud, and even the wound on his face did not hurt so much. He sneered while beating: "Junior, today I have to let you live, die!"

As Tao Zhishan's offensive became more and more intense, Xiao Chen also fought and retreated. Before he knew it, he led Tao Zhishan away from the crowd.

Seeing that Tao Zhishan was already sure to win, everyone onlookers couldn't help but beat their feet and hammer their chests. Everyone knew that the reincarnation pill recipe on Xiao Chen was priceless.

"Why is this kid Xiao Chen so vulnerable? Isn't it that even Duan Jiuxiao is not his opponent?"

"Did this kid deceive all of us? He is not a member of the Xuanmen, but a complete Taoist monk?!"

"Oh! If I had known this was the case, I would have been the first to get the result!"

Seeing that the reincarnation pill recipe was about to fall into Tao Zhishan's hands, the onlookers did not want Xiao Chen to die in Tao Zhishan's hands so easily.

But just as everyone was secretly upset, an incredible scene appeared.

I saw Tao Zhishan fighting and suddenly became lame.

"Oh, look at me, Old Tao's legs..."

"Why is Mr. Tao limp?"

Several sharp-eyed old men even had a hint of excitement on their faces, and pointed at the limping Tao Zhishan and said loudly.

Hearing the shouts of everyone around him, Tao Zhishan noticed that his left leg seemed to be out of control.

I was clearly stepping on my left leg just now, why did I step out my right leg first?

What made him feel even more dark was that his whole body seemed to be a little uncontrollable. His move was obviously slower than half a beat, and his vision became more and more blurred.

"Old Tao, be careful on the left!"

An old man with white hair and hair saw Xiao Chen slashing down with a sword, but Tao Zhishan looked mute and had no intention of being prepared. He hurriedly reminded him loudly.

Tao Zhishan felt a sudden cold light flash in front of him, and the bad wind whistled. With the shouting behind him, he secretly screamed in his heart. He hurriedly followed the guidance of the old man with white hair and tilted his body to the right.

"puff!"

With a muffled sound, Tao Zhishan accurately caught Xiao Chen's bronze ancient sword with his neck.

Gulu!

A round head fell to the ground, and countless gazes shot at the white-haired old man who spoke to remind Tao Zhishan.

"Old Luo, you..."

The white-haired old man was stunned for a moment before he paused his feet and said, "Oh, it's all my fault that I didn't know the left and right, which hurt Brother Tao!"

Everyone present almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. You know that you don’t know where to distinguish between the left and right, and you have no yarn on your mouth.

"Old Luo, I hope you don't talk more."

Several old men who were close friends with Tao Zhishan warned gritted their teeth.
Chapter completed!