Leng Yuan is just the nominal mountain lord of Wolong Mountain given by the local government, equivalent to the head of a village, and his strength is the first-class peak between the first level of the transformation realm, if it is not for his lack of strength, Leng Yuan will not be able to endure it for so long, even if his strength is not high, but he is also the most powerful person in this group of people who should fight. Facing the masters of the upper level of the Transformation Realm, he could imagine what the consequences would be with his toes, but even if he went up and was defeated, Leng Yuan didn't want to be insulted here.

Strength is not good, there is nothing to say.

Leng Yuan patted the table in front of him, the whole person fell lightly, when he was about to land, his toes were on the shoulders of a Taoist priest, with the help of this power, the whole person rose into the air, and at the same time as he fell, his legs quickly clicked on the shoulders of the Taoist priest below, and the whole person fell directly to the ring on the opposite side. ”

"Please." Leng Quan shouted at the purple-robed Taoist priest, not polite, he attacked first, his toes lightly touched the ground, and the whole person quickly moved dozens of meters, his hands together, and directly poked the purple-robed Taoist priest's eyes.

The purple-robed Taoist stood there motionless, just coldly watching Leng Yuan attack.

Just when Leng Yuan's hand was about to hit the purple-robed Taoist, the purple-robed Taoist suddenly opened his mouth and let out an angry roar, the sound was so sharp and deafening that Leng Yuan's attack was paused, and the purple-robed Taoist priest's backhand palm brought a sharp roar and hit Leng Yuan's chest directly.

Leng Yuan's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, broke a mast, and couldn't stop castration, and crashed into the woods not far away, with a crackling sound, and a row of giant trees with two people hugging fell down one after another.

"Mountain Lord." The three old men sitting in the ring stood up in unison and rushed towards that side.

The white-robed Taoist sitting on the side picked up the teacup on the table, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of disdain. In the past two days, there have been a lot of people who have come to fight, most of them are some second- and third-rate masters, and even first-class masters are very few.

If Wolong Mountain is really these wine bags and rice bags, it would be enough for the Taoist to send a blue-clothed warrior up to kill these people in seconds, why bother to need four purple-robed Taoists with such fanfare, plus himself to suppress the formation.

"When the hour is over, set fire to the mountain." The white-robed Taoist felt that he had little interest and wanted to go down the mountain, thinking of the master's entrustment when he came, the white-robed Taoist stopped the urge to go down the mountain.

The purple-robed Taoist standing in the ring also seemed to be a little impatient, and used his spiritual power to the top of the mountain and said loudly: "It is rumored that Wolong Mountain is the place where hermit masters live, and I have always admired it, but I didn't expect that the two days have disappointed me, the people who live on this mountain turned out to be just a group of timid and afraid of wine bags and rice bags. ”

The voice of the purple-robed Taoist echoed over and over again throughout the mountain, and the more he went to the back, the louder the sound became, and the flock of birds not far away fluttered and flew up.

"Haha, a bunch of cowards who are scared of things." The purple-robed Daoist laughed out loud a little rampantly.

Watching the ring, the purple-robed Taoist priest sitting next to the white-robed Taoist couldn't help but whisper: "Righteous True Monarch, it seems that there is something wrong with Brother Ziru Daoist doing this." ”

The white-robed Taoist turned his head and glanced at him: "This is the most correct way, otherwise how could those shrunken turtles come out?" "This time the white-robed Taoist led the team is just a pioneer of Taoism, the purpose is to detect the strength of today's Wolong Mountain, 20 years ago, the provocation of Taoism, so that Taoism suffered heavy losses, lost face, Taoist masters, almost more than half of the damage, so that Taoism 20 years did not dare to cross the Lei Chi step.

Now the strength of Taoism is no longer comparable to that of the year, and the Taoist master has always been thinking about the shame of the year, and wants to take this opportunity to remove this thorn in the eye and the thorn in the flesh at one time, paving the way for the next Taoist sweep of the entire Chinese martial arts world, as long as Wolong Mountain is swept away, the next Chinese martial arts will be the land of the Taoist family. The rest of those are nothing to worry about.

And as one of the four holy true monarchs of the North Sea, the righteous path true monarch is the vanguard of this team, first to explore the virtual reality, if the strength of Wolong Mountain is strong, they will stop the next action, if the strength of Wolong Mountain is not as good as before, then it will naturally be directly swept away.

"Daoist friends are rampant, let me meet you." With a sound like thunder, a monk with a height of more than 1.9 meters jumped directly into the ring, and the entire three-meter-high ring was shaken by the monk's jump.

The purple-robed Taoist glanced at the monk: "The poor Taoist does not fight the unknown, report your name." ”

"Sprinkle Zhou Hong, if you want to fight, you will fight, where is there so much nonsense."

The purple-robed Taoist snorted coldly: "Nameless, get out of here." ”

The arrogant tone of the purple-robed Taoist priest obviously angered the monk in front of him.

"Ahhh Zhou Hong shouted angrily, stepped on the ground, and the hard floor gave him a clear footprint, and with a powerful punch, he struck towards the face of the purple-robed Taoist priest without any fancy.

"Shaolin's Luohan boxing, carving insect skills." The purple-robed Taoist snorted coldly, did not avoid it, and shook the robe: "Let you taste the sleeves of the poor Dao." The sleeves of the purple-robed Taoist priest quickly grew larger at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon wrapped Zhou Hong's entire body tightly, unable to move.

No matter how Zhou Hong struggled, he couldn't move at all.

"Let's go." As soon as the purple-robed Taoist priest flicked his sleeves, Zhou Hong's body flew out directly upside down and landed on the ground not far away, unable to get up for half a day.

"Wolong Mountain is full of these wine bags and rice bags? It's a pity that this name is a pity, Wolong, hehe, I don't think it's as if it was changed to a wreck. The purple-robed Taoist priest sneered, and these words were also shouted with spiritual power.

"I'll come." A middle-aged man dressed in ordinary clothes jumped directly into the ring, but his figure of only 1.6 meters looked extremely strong, and the muscles on his body held up his clothes to swell.

"Under Wang Kun." The middle-aged man hugged his fists and spread his legs, and did not rush to attack, and put on a Tai Chi starting pose.

"Hehe, Wang's Taiji, Wang Hua's descendant?" The purple-robed Taoist glanced at him with some disdain: "I have a relationship with Ling Zu, but since then, Ling Zu has disappeared, and I don't know if he is still lying in bed." ”

A trace of anger flashed in Wang Kun's eyes: "You hurt my grandfather back then?" ”

"Skills are not as good as people, what is the annoyance, kung fu is not something that cats and dogs can practice, as far as your grandfather is concerned, it is not suitable for practicing martial arts at all, but it is suitable for fortune telling." The purple-robed Taoist priest's words were a little sarcastic, but he didn't directly say that Wang Kun's grandfather was a charlatan.

"Looking for a fight." Wang Kun shouted angrily, stepped on the ground, his body turned over in the air, and his right leg hit the purple-robed Taoist priest's head directly from top to bottom.

The purple-robed Taoist priest stood there and didn't let Wang Kun's leg kick on his body, bang, as if kicking on a wall of incomparably hard steel bar, Wang Kun endured the pain, the whole person took a few steps back, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, the power of his leg is not to mention a person, it is a wall, even if it is a real steel bar, it is bent down.

Looking at the purple-robed Taoist priest's body, there was not even a trace of reaction, let alone an injury, after glancing at the other party, Wang Kun rushed up with an angry shout again, still the same move as just now, one kick after another quickly connected into a single breath, and kept kicking at the purple-robed Taoist priest, but the more he kicked, the more shocked he became, Wang Kun felt as if he was not kicking a person, but a machine.

"Roar!" The purple-robed Taoist opened his mouth and roared, as if he had lost interest in Wang Kun's attack, Wang Kun's attack couldn't help but pause, Wang Kun, who was in the air, saw the other party slap over, and couldn't help twisting his body to avoid the other party's blow, a hint of sarcasm flashed in the purple-robed Taoist's eyes, even if Wang Kun had tried his best to move aside, the purple-robed Taoist's palm still hit his body without hindrance.

Wang Kun opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, the bones on his body made a crackling sound, and the whole person flew out like a kite with a broken string, and fell off the stage, and his body curled into a ball.

"I can't help myself." Looking at the place where Wang Kun fell, the purple-robed Taoist priest coldly spit out four words.

Some of the people from Wolong Mountain who rushed to the stage, although they were a little angry, but they were helpless, those people standing under the stage were at most tied with those people on the stage, and even the mountain owner Leng Yuan was slapped away by the other party, and now he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, how can there be anyone below who is uncomfortable to challenge him at this time.

"No one?" The purple-robed Taoist priest seemed to have run out of patience, and the weak strength of the challengers one after another made him even more contemptuous of the entire Wolong Mountain.

"The garbage of Wolong Mountain, you are so daring? Don't even have the courage to fight me? With your guts, it's no wonder you're hiding here. "Next, no matter how vicious the purple-robed Taoist priest said, no one came up to fight.

The sky soon brightened, and the mist in the mountain had already vaporized before it fell on the white-robed Daoist's body.

"What a beautiful place, it's a pity." The white-robed Taoist shook his head, although this place is good, it is not as good as the sacred mountain Longhu Mountain of Taoism, since no one is coming to fight, there is no point in staying here.

The old guys who the sect leader had been solemnly explaining to deal with carefully did not appear at all, and it is estimated that they would have died a long time ago.

The white-robed Taoist stood up from his position.

"Burn."

"Burn." Thousands of Taoist disciples below shouted loudly, raised the torches in their hands and walked around, while some people in Wolong Mountain who rushed to Wolong Mountain after hearing the news were desperately blocking it, and the scene became chaotic for a while.

When a Taoist disciple saw that the person in front of him was obstructing, he simply threw the torch in his hand forward.

Once the torch falls into the dense grass, the consequences can be imagined, the faces of the people of Wolong Mountain have all changed, but it is too late for them to step forward to stop it, there has not been a drop of rain for more than a month, if the fire comes into contact with the dense grass, the consequences will definitely be disastrous.

Just as the torch was about to fall into the grass, a hand appeared out of thin air, firmly gripping the torch that was about to fall to the ground.

Everyone's eyes looked at it in unison, and the originally chaotic scene suddenly fell silent.

"I'm here to fight." The man in front of him was wearing a fanged mask, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but from the sound of his voice, he should be very young.

The purple-robed Taoist priest standing in the ring saw the masked man walking to the stage.

"The poor don't fight the unknown, report your name."

"Idle Taoist." The young man in the mask said his name lightly.

The white-robed Taoist standing in the arena was shocked, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The idle Taoist was the first master of martial arts a hundred years ago, and he was also the pride of Taoism, but later this master disappeared with one of the three Bibles of Taoism, the "Daoxuan Heart Sutra".

"Don't insult the Taoist uncle." The white-robed Daoist's voice was a little excited.