"Masters, if you have something to say, you should value harmony, don't hurt your ......."

Mr. Crazy Drink stepped forward with a face full of embarrassment and wanted to make a round. But seeing the insistent eyes of the four mages, they finally stopped their mouths and didn't dare to say anything more.

As a person from a wealthy family, of course he knows that although these guys themselves are not very good, no one in the sect behind them can afford to provoke them, so he can only hand me an 'sorry' look.

He wanted to choose me to deal with this matter, but he didn't dare to openly oppose the mages from the three major sects, and he was in a dilemma and very uncomfortable.

I nodded at him and smiled faintly, signaling him not to worry, let alone to be too loud.

Master Dao'er has his own way to resolve disputes, that is, if he can't communicate verbally, he will see the truth under his hands!

In a world where the law of the jungle preys, this is the best way to do this.

It's just that with the respect of my dignified master, I want to compete with so many mages with the Tao, and it will damage the prestige of the ghost sect!

Fortunately, with the name of Lanluan, how to toss has nothing to do with the word 'Fang Gang', so I have no psychological burden.

My face became more and more cold, and the other party's bullying behavior annoyed me.

"Chunchen, if you have any ideas to draw the way, Lao Tzu will follow, and it is best for the four of you to go together, just one of you, it is not enough for Lao Tzu to pinch it."

As I said this, I looked at the four mages with my hands behind my back, who had almost their noses crooked.

"Arrogance!"

Taichong Dao people are very well cultivated, but at this time, they were also thundered, and when they spit out such a sentence, their eyes flashed with fierce light. I want them to come from a big sect and be treated the best wherever they go.

The wealthy nobles of the secular world almost regarded them as ancestors, and pondered making friends with those big sects through them.

After all, no one dares to say that their own family is always smooth sailing, and if they encounter strange events that are difficult to solve, they will count on these sects to save their lives.

Accustomed to the respect of others for themselves, and even more accustomed to the appearance of the scattered cultivators in front of the disciples of the great sects, it is strange to meet people like me who do not put the power of the sect behind them in their eyes, and the three corpse gods who are not angry are angry.

Monk Chunchen angrily ripped off the wig on his head, revealing his bald head with a ring scar.

Because of the anger rushing, a green tendon appeared on the scalp, looking very ugly, only to say the image, this monk is indeed different from people's impression of the Buddhist monks, very alternative feeling .......

After taking a deep breath and chanting the Buddha's name several times, the monk stabilized his mind and looked at me, who was proudly facing them with his hands behind his back, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"The poor monk is also a disciple of Wanlong Temple, how can he fight less with more? In this way, let's learn about the level of spells. ”

"If the Taoist friend can defeat the poor monk, Mr. Crazy Wine's affairs will obey the command of the Taoist friend, I have nothing to say, if you can't win the poor monk, then ......?" The monk looked at me defiantly.

"If you lose the poor road, you will leave immediately."

I answered the call easily, not looking at him in my eyes.

Yes, I sealed the Dao line, only saying that this aspect is indeed inferior to Chunchen, but don't forget, the body is the quality of the ghost king, just talk about the reaction speed and body strength, and directly pull the other party back and forth hundreds of times!

His opponent and I are like challenging a land immortal who deliberately seals the Dao line, and with this body alone, he can be beaten into a pig's head!

This old boy didn't know how to make such a suggestion, and he didn't let the other three make a move, which was already doomed to a fiasco.

What if the spell is powerful? Lao Tzu's body is so strong that he can't move at all.

I rushed to his side with a spell bombardment and knocked him down with a single punch! What suspense is there that can't be achieved?

In such a disparity in strength, to be honest, I was not interested at all, and it felt like an adult bullying a child.

But the other party's attitude is extremely resolute, and if he has to find a fight, what can I do? I can only reluctantly replace the elder of the world-shaking sect and teach a good lesson.

"Okay, that's it." Chunchen's face jumped a few times, and he turned his head and motioned for the others to dodge aside, he wanted to try how much I had for himself.

The four of them, including Wild Drink, stepped back together, leaving the middle position to me and Monk Chunchen.

I stood there with my hands behind my back, quietly looking at my opponent, my eyes signaling that he could take the lead.

Chunchen roared in annoyance, flipped his hands, and a bell engraved with Buddhist scriptures and a small tambourine appeared in his hand, these things are very small in size and can be carried close to the body.

I was attracted by the tambourine and other magic weapons, and said in my heart: "Sure enough, it is a disciple of a famous sect, and the two magic weapons used by the monk are extraordinary. ”

The tambourine can't see through what material it is, it may be a material unique to this world, and the golden light on it is faint, sealing the mana of the Buddhist monks, as long as it is driven, it can subdue demons.

In a sense, this is not the strength of the monk himself, but the blessing of external objects.

However, when the mages on the Dao are fighting, it is normal to use weapons to bless mana, which does not explain anything at all, and they will not conclude that they are cheating because of the high-end of the opponent's weapons.

Also, when a famous disciple cultivates on the top, the biggest reliance may be on the blessing of weapons, which refers to all external blessings, such as spirit runes, magic weapons, swords, and the like.

Scattered cultivators with the same Dao practice and combat experience will be defeated by the disciples of famous sects because of these reasons, which is a gap that cannot be narrowed, and it is also where the arrogance of the disciples of the great sect lies.

smiled coldly, I didn't use the peachwood sword, and only relying on the two magic weapons like Monk Chunchen and Monk couldn't make me serious.

Just play with him for a while, as long as you get the right to participate in the event, you will achieve your goal, there is really no need to take it too seriously.

At this moment, there was a 'squeak' at the door of the living room, interrupting the competition between me and Chunchen, and we both controlled our mana and turned our heads to look over.

"Master, are you alright......?"

A mournful voice came, and then a man of small stature ran in, it was the boy who served Mr. Alcoholic.

This boy has waited on me, of course I remember him, but I don't know what to call him.

At this time, I changed my image, and I didn't know the boy anymore.

He was wearing bandages on his head and arms, apparently injured in the confusion that had taken place, had he just returned from the doctor?

"Wei Hu, why did you come back? I'm fine, how are you? It didn't hurt much, did it? ”

Mr. Crazy Wine's face was overjoyed, and he hurriedly greeted him, looked the boy up and down, and found that it was all skin injuries, so he was relieved.

"Master, it doesn't matter if I hurt me, it's just that those people are really annoying, I have asked for a long time, and I don't get tired of asking the same question, it's really ......, hey, ...... is this?"

Wei Hu, who was strapping his head, realized that this place was not quite right, and there was an extra stranger. He looked up at me, and then at the fierce monk standing in front of me, his face confused.

"Ah......, come, let me introduce you, this is Lanluan Daoist, he wants to help us find out why the chaos arose in the past, but there is a little misunderstanding with a few masters, no, I want to learn ......."

Mr. Crazy Drink's face was a little embarrassed, and he took the opportunity to explain.

Tong Ziwei Hu looks like he is only more than ten years old, and after bandaging his head, he looks stupid and cute, no wonder Sister Hai likes it very much.

At this time, he scratched the back of his head and walked up to me and greeted me politely, and I could only respond.

The Chunchen monk over there looked a little impatient, glared at Wei Hu in the air, frightened him for a while, and hurriedly retreated to Mr. Crazy Wine.

The vignette interrupted the battle between the two of us and Chunchen, but the matter was not over, so after Wei Hu quieted down, he started again.

"Amitabha, please advise fellow Taoists." Chunchen said in a low voice, and there was a movement in his hand.

The bell used to engrave the scriptures is shaken, and unlike the soul bells used by Taoists, this bell seems to have the effect of confusing people's consciousness, allowing people to hear the voices of countless monks chanting scriptures, and to have a feeling of wanting to take refuge in Buddhism from the bottom of their hearts.

At the same time, the monk hit the tambourine, and there was a dull sound, and my eyes were full of colors, and I saw many myths and legends of the Buddha, all appearing in front of me!