C89 (2/2)

A plump Taoist might have had good eyesight and was flattering enough, but his IQ was obviously not enough.

Li Dao sneered and asked, ”Is this how the entire True Sect acts?” Back then, Patriarch Duo Yang was such a hero, but now, he has such a pathetic disciple! ”

”You said that I'm a vile character?” Zhao Zhijing said. His sinister eyes locked onto Li Dao like a venomous snake. It seemed that he would launch an attack in the next moment.

”Yes sir!”

Li Dao held his chest up high and looked straight at Zhao Zhijing.

”Kid, if you don't tell me why you came here today, I will make you feel worse than death.” Zhao Zhijing's sinister eyes flashed with a cold light.

”I travelled thousands of miles to come here to seek a master and learn from her. It's one thing for you not to accept her, but you even asked me for her possessions, is this what Wang Zhong Yang taught you? Seeing that I have no money, and have openly demanded my family heirloom sword, and have even allowed my disciple to threaten me, if it is not a lowly person, then what is? ”

Li Dao did not want to endure any longer. As long as he could attract the seven true disciples, he believed that he would be able to pass this trial on his own.

Zhao Zhijing was shameless and despicable. He had seen how vicious and insidious Zhao Zhijing was. It was unlikely that people like him would act like him.

”Do you know that you are courting death?” Veins popped out from Zhao Zhijing's forehead. No one had ever said such a thing to him.

He, Zhao Zhijing, was the most outstanding disciple among the third generation. Usually, he would hear flattery from others.

Noticing that Zhao Zhijing was about to make a move, Li Dao gripped the long sword in his hand tightly.

”Brother Li is right. Zhao Zhijing, you're a sinister villain who doesn't care about face.”

The daotong without a sword in his hand spoke. His voice was crisp and clear, about twelve or thirteen years old.

”You traitor, shut your mouth.”

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing was on the verge of going berserk. Even his disciple was attacking him, how could he continue to do this? Although he had only accepted this disciple for a few days.

”Yangguo, haven't you had enough of being taught a lesson? Hurry up and kneel down to apologize to your master.” The fat Daoist turned his sword towards the Taoist boy called Yang Tun.