The First Venerable of the Prosperous Age

Tell me, what father in the world could laugh while watching his beloved son fight a villain on stage?

Chang'an was laughing wildly.

He was not only laughing wildly, but also harboring a calculation in his mind.

Wang Xiaofan stood lazily on the platform, glancing at the sun in the sky, his toes tapping the floor rhythmically, twirling the duster in his hand.

The gray-robed man said coldly, "Little Taoist, why don't you bow to your martial uncle?"

Wang Xiaofan's disdainful gaze slowly shifted to the gray-robed man, as if he were looking at a stray dog ​​on the roadside.

"You? You again... Ugh! Wow!"

A cold glint flashed, and the gray-robed man thrust his sword forward with incredible speed.

The longsword pierced through the Taoist robe!

But what was wrapped inside the Taoist robe was not a person, but four Taoist talismans with the character "fire" written on them.

As soon as the longsword entered, the four "fire" characters flashed with golden light.

The flames illuminated the entire platform, and the disciples below could all feel a wave of intense heat washing over them.

Wang Xiaofan's men had already retreated to the back, wearing only a simple set of pajamas with some oil stains on them.

"Hmph, let's see how many pieces you still have left to take off."

The voice of the gray-robed man echoed from within the fireball, growing ever more distant…

"Could it be that he has already escaped?"

As Wang Xiaofan pondered this, a sword's cry suddenly rang in his ears, and a burnt smell assaulted his nostrils.

Without saying a word, he swung his whisk and leaped forward.

He felt a burning pain in his back, and when he looked back, he saw a masked man with a burned sleeve standing among the myriad blooming red lights.

His eyes were colder than the sword in his hand, which was also stained with blood.

It wasn't until I felt the burning pain in my back that I realized the red light I had seen earlier was actually my own blood.

The fire only burned one sleeve of the gray-robed man's clothes, but now, he was moving faster than the flames.

Wang Xiaofan laughed as he backed away, "I can already smell the roasted chicken wings, so let me cool you down!"

He flicked his whisk, and the paper talismans rained down on the gray-robed man's face like a shower of flowers.

This time, the paper talismans were all cut in half by the gray-robed man's swift sword, but the blue "water" character on the talisman still shone brightly.

"Puff, puff!"

With so many talismans gathered together, one would expect a monstrous torrent that would engulf a person in dust, but what actually came out was just a calm bathwater...

"Hmph, it is indeed much cooler!" the gray-robed man sneered, and charged forward again like an arrow.

Having taken a bath but not performing any services, the gray-robed man was clearly dissatisfied with the service.

Wang Xiaofan laughed again, "It's time for you to experience the tingling and numb feeling."

Before he could finish speaking, another piece of paper, glowing with blue light, flew out of the bathwater. It was the talisman that had failed to shine earlier.

The light came from the character "rain" on the broken talisman.

Could this talisman cause the gray-robed man to shed tears like rain?

"thunder!"

The gray-robed man reacted quickly, but unfortunately the lightning had already struck, and his body and feet were covered in water. Where could he hide?

The light in Wang Xiaofan's eyes was even brighter than the talisman!

Even the disciples in the audience dared not blink, afraid of missing the most unbelievable scene of their lives.

But Wang Xiaofan's eyes were really like paper talismans; the light came quickly, but went away even faster.

After all, the gray-robed man had already grasped the thunder talisman in his right hand, a right hand made of pure steel...

The thunder and lightning that should have shaken the heavens and earth have now become fleeting fireworks in someone else's hands...

The gray-robed man shook his body and let out a long "ah," feeling as refreshed as if spring rain had sprinkled on dry mud.

"It really is quite a tangy and refreshing experience. You little Taoist priest are quite skilled."

A smile suddenly appeared on Wang Xiaofan's tense face. "I still have three or four moves left. Do you want to see them?"

"Oh? So you hid the talisman in your crotch this time?"

The gray-robed man, carrying a blood-stained sword, walked slowly, each step like a death knell tolling for Wang Xiaofan.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of letting him go, Wang Xiaofan shrugged, his eyes becoming lazy again as he stared blankly at the location of his Uncle Zhang.

He raised his hands, "Okay, okay, I admit it, I... mmm..."

Before he could even utter the word "lose," he felt something slippery slip into his mouth.

He hurriedly clutched his throat, trying to spit it out. But to his dismay, all he could see were sword rainbows obscuring the sky, and all he could hear were the roars of dragons and the howls of swords.

Wang Xiaofan simply lowered his head, closed his eyes, shrugged again, and thought only of taking another sip of wine before he could leave in peace.

Just as his head was about to be lost, Wang Xiaofan suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his knee and immediately knelt down, causing his sword to miss its mark.

The gray-robed man turned his sword and stabbed at Wang Xiaofan's cheek.

Almost simultaneously, Wang Xiaofan felt another pain in the back of his head and immediately lowered his head, not only dodging the cold, star-like sword but also crashing heavily into the gray-robed man's armpit.

The gray-robed man felt a sharp pain and stumbled. Just as he was about to raise his sword to strike again, he stepped on a pebble and fell backward.

This pebble came at such a coincidence and so abruptly; it really shouldn't have been in this spot.

Wang Xiaofan stared blankly for a moment as the enemy lay supine in front of him, then immediately grabbed the whisk from the ground and struck the gray-robed man on the head.

The gray-robed man had only fallen; he hadn't fainted, much less been defeated.

Wang Xiaofan, however, thought he had succeeded.

So his knees hurt again, as if he had been hit by something, and he immediately fell straight down like a dog eating shit.

This fall not only narrowly avoided the gray-robed man's thrusting sword, but also resulted in a headbutt that slammed heavily into the gray-robed man's crotch.

"Aaaaaah...!!" The gray-robed man wailed, clutching his groin.

"Hahaha, looks like you hid something in your crotch, huh?" Wang Xiaofan said, laughing as he looked up, still dazed.

Now it's at least certain that there is indeed a man under the mask.

Wang Xiaofan was still the same Wang Xiaofan, only knowing how to sit there and laugh foolishly. By the time he realized what was happening and was about to make a move, the other party had already kicked off with both legs and slid out.

Wang Xiaofan was not afraid of his Netherworld Flower Divine Sword. He picked up his whisk and went up to entangle with him with a grin.

The gray-robed man was visibly flustered, but the Nether Flower Divine Sword he unleashed was still incredibly powerful.

Unfortunately, Wang Xiaofan could always anticipate this power and always managed to break through his most confident killing moves in an extremely clumsy way.

"There's something dirty!"

The gray-robed man finally realized that all these coincidences were man-made, and while he was furious, he also felt a chill run down his spine...

What kind of master could read his moves so thoroughly? And with just a slight move from the shadows, he could make himself look so pathetic from this piece of trash in front of him?

What made him most desperate was that this person in the shadows never threw a single stone at him from beginning to end.

That person simply turned a piece of trash into a puppet, hoping to bring about their own downfall.

In the end, Wang Xiaofan somehow managed to bite the gray-robed man's left hand, and the sword finally slipped from his grasp.

Now, Wang Xiaofan had pressed the gray-robed man to the ground with his knee, still holding a fire talisman in his hand.

The outcome is already clear.

"You are not the one who defeated me," the gray-robed man sneered.

"What I defeated was not Chang'an either," Wang Xiaofan said with a smile.

"You... what did you say?" The gray-robed man's eyes widened.

Wang Xiaofan said, "Why do you ask when you already know the answer? From the moment you stepped onto this platform, I knew you were definitely not him."

“Hmph, laughable,” said the gray-robed man.

Wang Xiaofan raised the fire talisman in his hand. It looked like he was about to win and become the hero who exposed the conspiracy.

With a flick of his fingers, he retracted the fire talisman into his sleeve, but still held his hand high, proclaiming loudly,

"I lost!"

The outcome is already quite clear.