"Heh heh..."
"Let alone two hundred moves, even two thousand moves are fine!"
The old Taoist was aggressive.
He continued his attack.
It had to be said that this old Taoist also possessed dazzling skills.
Gu Liang parried, and the two men's moves, stemming from the same origin, were evident at a glance.
Naturally, it did not escape Chen Fan's eyes.
Watching the two fight, Chen Fan casually remarked, "You two are evenly matched, neither can defeat the other!"
"Why not stop here!"
"It's meaningless!"
"Unless you fight with your lives!"
Being critiqued by a junior, both old men felt somewhat embarrassed.
As the saying goes, even if you don't fight for the bun, you must fight for a mouthful of pride.
They did not stop.
They continued their attacks.
Chen Fan was somewhat speechless about this, thinking these two old fellows were truly quite ill.
He might as well stop paying attention and quietly watch their performance.
At this moment, Gu Lin and Gu Xi also became spectators.
Watching...
That's right, they were the protagonists now.
"You old scoundrel, I'll skin you alive today!"
"Heh heh, dream on!"
"You're not qualified!"
"Trash!"
"Old man, dare you risk it!" the old Taoist aggressively said.
"How do you want to risk it!" Gu Liang asked.
"One palm to decide the winner?"
The old Taoist proposed.
Gu Liang narrowed his eyes and snorted, "Afraid of you? Come..."
In an instant, he unleashed the secret palm technique of the Gu sect, the Surging Waves Palm.
As he thrust out the palm, all his internal energy was channeled.
Seeing this, the old Taoist did not meet the palm head-on but evaded it.
Then, he retaliated with a double palm strike.
"You..."
"You old scoundrel, you're cheating!"
Gu Liang roared, retracted his arm, and sent his palm forward...
Only then did the two streams of internal energy collide, and two visible patterns of internal energy surged forth.
Just as Chen Fan had said, their skills were similar, and no matter how they fought, it would be a draw.
Unless both sides were willing to fight to the death.
But these two old fellows were seasoned veterans who valued their own reputations the most, so how could they fight desperately?
Gu Liang exclaimed in surprise, "I truly didn't expect you to have improved so much over the years!"
The old Taoist glanced askance at Gu Liang, "Heh... you haven't improved at all over the years!"
"I advise you to give up your position as the sect leader of the Gu sect!"
Gu Liang replied, "Didn't you say you no longer cared about such power and status?"
The old Taoist snorted coldly, "I simply can't stand to see you sitting there!"
"..."
The two bickered for a few more lines.
Chen Fan, unable to listen any longer, interrupted, "Alright, stop arguing. Gu Liang, is it... after the Thirty-Six Sects martial arts competition concludes, notify me to go to Kunlong Island!"
Gu Liang naturally hoped for the presence of a young powerhouse like Chen Fan, and responded, "Okay... no problem!"
The old Taoist, at this moment, looked up at the sky and down at the earth, appearing nonchalant, a perfect picture of indifference.
Chen Fan knew exactly what this old fellow was thinking, and he added, "You're going too!"
Upon hearing this, the old Taoist's expression immediately soured, and he rolled his eyes, "I'm not going... whoever wants to go can go!"
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes, "If you don't go, I'll break your legs!"
The old Taoist's eyes suddenly became fixed, "How can you do this? We are strangers who met by chance, not enemies!"
"Besides, we don't have any deep-seated hatred, do we!"
"Stop your nonsense..." Chen Fan spat impatiently.