"The Taoist priest who cultivates the golden pill! It's so terrible! ”

"A young man has really singled out so many masters, what is his origin? Poor monk's clothes! ”

A group of monks, Taoist priests, and nuns in the north, including A Tupo, had moved their positions back dozens of meters away, looking at the messy scene in the field, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Taoism is divided into five factions, the Jishan faction, the classic faction, the Fulu faction, the Danding faction, and the Zhanyan faction, among which the Danding faction is mainly for the purpose of maintaining health and cultivating immortals and immortals.

Among the five factions, fist and foot kung fu are discussed, and the Danding faction cultivates the body and respects the internal and external Yuan Dan.

Coincidental! Zhou Fengchen is playing this business.

……

At this time, Sang Buli staggered up from the sawdust, his hair was messy, his eyes were red, and he yelled, "Freak! Lao Tzu wants your life! ”

A cloud of white light appeared on his body in an instant, and his hands kept sealing.

Next to him, Zheng Qiufeng looked at Zhou Fengchen, who was expressionless in the ring opposite, with his hands behind his back, and then looked at Sang Buli, who was almost crazy, his face was solemn, his body was shocked, and his momentum was full of momentum, he took out a jade flute and stood by Sang Buli's side.

It's a two-on-one rhythm!

"The sixth of the top ten gentlemen and he lost one-on-one, and now the two gentlemen work together to deal with him, a hairy boy?"

Su Xiaoxiao and the girls couldn't help but be overshadowed, and the things they insisted on in their hearts burst apart, and they no longer had hostility towards Zhou Fengchen, but fear.

Shangguan Xianyun beat the leather drum again, the corners of his mouth were crooked, and his eyes changed when he saw Zhou Fengchen.

……

"Spirit Gate Forbidden Spell! Possessed by the Antarctic Immortal Weng Emperor! ”

Sang Buli began to fight hard, and took out a small knife from his waist to cut through the seven acupoints of his body, and suddenly blood was dripping, and a pile of copper coins instantly wrapped and superimposed him, and slowly formed a long-bearded, childish-looking copper coin old man, roaring and rushing forward.

Next to Zheng Qiufeng's body, his clothes fluttering, holding the jade flute in his hand and playing gently, the flute sound was melodious and long, and the ground suddenly shook all around, the waves rolled, and waves of invisible qi wrapped in strange illusory skeletons followed Sang Buli and rushed forward.

"Daomen thaumaturgy is really mysterious! But...... It's not close! ”

Zhou Fengchen nodded, his hands quickly sealed, his feet stepped on the Dao steps, there were words in his mouth, and he shouted urgently: "Xuan Twenty-six, Taoist forbidden spell!" Breathe the wind! ”

Woo –

Seeing that Sang Buli was about to rush towards the old man with money and a bunch of skeleton phantoms, the wind suddenly rose in the flat ground, swirling, spinning in circles, and blowing violently, and the wood and broken stones on the ground were blown up.

The old man of money who did not leave Sang Buli and the skeleton phantom of Zheng Qiufeng suddenly struggled.

"It's over!"

Zhou Fengchen's footsteps changed, and his handprints also changed, and he said with words in his mouth, shouting: "Taoist forbidden spells!" Xuan twenty-nine, nail word armor-piercing arrow! I respect the order of the old king, condense the golden energy within a radius of ten miles, and it is as urgent as the law! ”

Airplanes!

An illusory arrow three or four meters long suddenly appeared above his head, emitting a faint yellow light.

His face turned very pale, his steps staggered slightly, and he waved with one hand: "Go!"

Whoosh –

The arrow shot away, first shattering countless illusory skeletons, and then shattering the copper coins on Sang Buli's body.

Sang Buli was like taking off his clothes, the whole person flew out, slammed to the ground, rolled more than a dozen times, and rolled until he rolled to the bottom of the stone steps, a mouthful of old blood spurted out, his face was as pale as paper, and he couldn't get up if he wanted to.

And the illusory arrow didn't stop, heading straight for Zheng Qiufeng, Zheng Qiufeng was in a panic, he couldn't dodge, just about to pick up the flute and blow it again, the arrow was lost, the jade flute was split in half, the clothes on his body were broken into tatters, and he only wore a big trouser and fell to the side, and he didn't get up for a long time.

The arrows disappeared, the wind stopped, the skeleton man was gone, there were golden and green copper coins, the floor was rotten and messy, and the ring was broken.

Zhou Fengchen let go of his handprint, took three steps back, his face was pale, swaying, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but his body was still straight, he took a deep breath, and said around: "Did I win?"

The audience was silent, and the black-pressed audience had already run far away, staring at each other with wide eyes, at a loss.

Su Xiaoxiao and the others, including Ah Ling, stood on the edge of the stone steps, their faces pale.

Shangguan Xianyun stood on the cracked platform, stripped her long hair, and looked at Zhou Fengchen with a smile.

The monks, Taoist priests, and nuns looked at each other, and they all saw the suppressed fear on each other's faces.

An old Taoist priest said in a trembling voice: "With his own body, he can attract the five elements and gossip, causing natural phenomena, Taoist thaumaturgy, terrifying!"

An old nun took a deep breath, "The poor nun suddenly thought of a terrible evil man that the family teacher had said! ”

"Who?" Someone asked urgently.

The old nun's face turned pale, "Evil Daoist Zhou Daoxing!" Back then, this person was so arrogant, and he was so much of an enemy! ”

……

Zhou Fengchen asked again: "Excuse me, did I win?"

The presiding wizard had already run to the side and squatted with his head in his hands, trembling, and now he got up tremblingly, his eyes were full of fear, look at this, look at that, and he didn't know how to speak.

"You've won!"

Shangguan Xianyun jumped off the high platform, smiling like a flower, fluttering in a long robe, and walked towards Zhou Fengchen step by step.

Zhou Fengchen also looked at her, and his heart suddenly softened, as if he had been touched by something, this is ...... Own?

At this time, Ah Tupo, who had been gloomy face, slapped the handrail violently, her face became distorted, and she roared angrily: "Xianyun! Don't come near him! ”

Shangguan Xianyun couldn't help but stop, and looked back in surprise, "Why?" He's not my ......"

"It's not!" Ah Tupo said angrily: "After the Great Yan Sect Zhou Dao Xing, the evil demons will be punished!" Come on! Take it for me! ”

"Yes!"

Hundreds of Miao Witches suddenly ran quickly in the distance, each of them took out a female Gu and surrounded the ring in all directions, and a few more girls grabbed Shangguan Xianyun.

Zhou Fengchen's heart beat faster, he looked at Ah Tupo in disbelief, and said with a dry smile: "Ah Tupo, no matter what grievances you have with my father, but you can't talk nonsense about these four words of the evil demon!"

As soon as the words fell, those monks, Taoist priests, and nuns all stood up in shock, "Is it really the evil man?" Damn it! ”

Saying that, they glanced at each other, and they all took out the guys and surrounded them, all with hatred on their faces.

Zhou Fengchen subconsciously looked at Zhang Shisan, who was lying not far away, and then looked at the people around him with hatred on their faces, and suddenly felt like a lightning strike.

"Demons? Daddy is an evil man? ”

He staggered back a few steps and said angrily, "Are you kidding me?"

An old Taoist priest sneered and said: "Zhou Daoxing kills people without calculation, burning, killing and looting are all evil, it is comparable to the evil man Zhao Guizhen in the Tang Dynasty, after you, the evil man, you are also a little evil thing!"

A monk also said, "Amitabha! Evil creature! Put down the butcher's knife and turn back to the shore! ”

These people's actions are a little funny, similar to filming the lines of a TV series, but they cut Zhou Fengchen like a knife.

He suddenly felt an indescribable sourness and sadness, the pride in his heart collapsed, his eyes turned black, he spit out a mouthful of old blood, and fell.

It's a bit fantasy, but it's definitely not immortal! Alas! It's embarrassing.

(End of chapter)