The thunder roared in the sky, and the blue light of the Buddha Gate in the clouds reflected and collided with each other, one Buddha at a time, stirring up the changes in the wind and clouds, and it was easy to kill. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Long Yunfeng sat on the cloud chair, staring at the battle in the clouds with his eyes flashing, although Zhang Sanfeng was passed down by later generations as a god, but the final achievement was to become an immortal, which is equivalent to the lowest level of immortal flying immortals, compared with the real god Puxian Bodhisattva, there is no confidence in how to find it.

Long Yunfeng regarded Fuxian Bodhisattva as nothing, destroyed his body when he cut down the sky, and robbed him of his divine soldiers when he was in the Tang Dynasty, but this does not mean that Fuxian is really weak, on the contrary, Fuxian, who also cultivates the two exercises of Buddhism and Taoism, is also invincible at the same level for ordinary people, but what he is facing is a demon who can challenge beyond the level, so it pales in comparison.

And Zhang Sanfeng, Long Yunfeng really has no confidence.

However, the current battle situation is not so bad, which makes Long Yunfeng have more confidence, although Zhang Sanfeng is more difficult to win, less attack and more defense, but the turtle clan is resistant, if it goes on like this, it is not impossible for Zhang Sanfeng to carry it for three days.

I have to say that Long Yunfeng's expectations for Zhang Sanfeng are really not big, he only wants a draw, and he doesn't even dare to win.

"Yunfeng, what's going on here?"

Just as Long Yunfeng was concentrating on watching the battle, a familiar gentle voice came.

Long Yunfeng turned his head with a look of surprise on his face, and saw a familiar red graceful figure coming out in the clouds, the big red dress did not have the slightest vulgarity, but set off more noble and compelling.

In Long Yunfeng's heart, there is no one who can wear red clothes and look better than her, the iron fan of the Dragon Queen of the East China Sea.

"It's just a matter of fighting with the monks on the other side, and whoever wins will decide the direction of the journey to the west. Long Yunfeng explained gently, and Rouyi, who stretched out his hand to grab the iron fan, let her sit beside her, "Why did you come here?"

"You, are you really confused when you walk, and you forgot where this is?" the iron fan glanced at Long Yunfeng coquettishly.

Long Yunfeng was stunned when he heard this, then smiled, and secretly scolded himself for being really stupid, after walking through the Xiliang Women's Country, it was not Cuiyun Mountain, the first home of Long Yunfeng and Princess Iron Fan.

"He's not stupid. A crisp taunt rang out.

Long Yunfeng immediately rolled his eyes, he didn't even have the strength to deal with it, he didn't have to think about it to know who it was, who else could there be besides his sister-in-law Yu Xiao?

Sure enough, Long Yunfeng saw Yu Xiao's charming green figure coming from behind, accompanied by Ling'er, who had grown into a big loli, and Long Yunfeng's classmate Yu'an.

Seeing Yu'an, Long Yunfeng showed a bad smile, third child, your original partner is here!

"Who is fighting Fuxian?" Tie Fan said curiously, all of Long Yunfeng's subordinates, she knew it, and she might even know more familiar than Long Yunfeng himself, but she had never seen Zhang Sanfeng.

"The newly accepted subordinate, the reincarnation of Zhenwu. Long Yunfeng explained, and then moved his gaze back to the battlefield, among the three competitions, this first one can be said to be very important, only by getting the results of this one can we continue to decide the next two.

Iron Fan nodded when he heard this, although he was a little curious about how Long Yunfeng subdued this person who had died at the hands of Long Yunfeng, but he also knew that this was not the time to ask this question, and he and Long Yunfeng paid attention to the battle situation in the field.

In the battlefield, Fuxian Bodhisattva has three heads and six arms, and three relics of the Buddha are prosperous, although Long Yunfeng robbed the Wu Hook Sword, and did not find the same level of divine soldiers for a while, but it was not far off, and the magic power of Buddhism was all exerted, and Zhang Sanfeng was pressed down.

Compared with the gorgeous Dharma body of Fuxian Bodhisattva, Zhang Sanfeng is much simpler, wearing a simple soap-colored robe, a real martial sword, there is no subtle and mysterious Taoist supernatural powers, just outlining a simple circle, no matter if you have thousands of supernatural powers, I only draw my Tai Chi.

But it's such a simple circle, stubbornly blocking all the attacks of Fuxian Bodhisattva, and even rebounding a lot of Fuxian Bodhisattva's attacks, so far, Zhang Sanfeng has not attacked a move, but Fuxian Bodhisattva has eaten a lot of his own tricks.

Rulai frowned slightly when he saw this, a good way of Tai Chi, although it is not as good as Xuandu's, it is still a little jerky, and it is not completely integrated into the Tao, but it is also subtle enough, if you only defend and do not attack, it is really a little difficult for Fuxian without Wu Hook Sword to win in three days.

The corners of Long Yunfeng's mouth raised lightly, for him, undefeated is victory, if he can't win or lose, then everything will go according to the original, and maintain the status quo, obviously he is still in the driver's seat.

Fuxian Bodhisattva obviously thought of a similar situation, thinking that he couldn't win, he couldn't help but be angry in his heart, Zhang Sanfeng was only a mere three hundred years of cultivation, and he had practiced for thousands of years, even if it was a tie, it was a fiasco.

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at the annoyed Fuxian Bodhisattva, his face did not change in the slightest, he still drew Tai Chi unhurriedly, lost, of course, a tie can be regarded as a win, if he wins in the end, it is the Three Realms of Fame, and he has no psychological burden at all.

It was like this for half an hour, one became more and more impatient, the other became more and more peaceful, and the painting of Tai Chi became more and more slippery.

Fuxian Bodhisattva's face became more and more angry, even if Zhang Sanfeng's true martial arts before reincarnation were just a junior in front of him, not to mention Zhang Sanfeng, after so long, he couldn't even take him?

Immediately, Fuxian Bodhisattva went crazy, the three-headed six-armed Dharma body was running, the crimson light filled the surroundings, and clusters of flames erupted, scattering lotus flowers towards Zhang Sanfeng.

Long Yunfeng's face tightened, Red Lotus Karma Fire, when did this guy Fuxian practice this magic power? Looking at Zhang Sanfeng, he was a little worried, the Red Lotus Karma Fire burned to the extreme, and Nanming could compete with the fire, although the Red Lotus Karma Fire of Fuxian Bodhisattva was far from this point, it was enough to threaten the ordinary Daluo Eighth Layer.

Zhang Sanfeng's face remained the same, and he was not in a hurry to draw Tai Chi, but the Tai Chi diagram was much larger, and Fuxian Bodhisattva saw this with a little disdain on his face, do you still want to rely on your Tai Chi to block me? His eyes glanced at Long Yunfeng, who was watching the battle, and a look of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

The corners of Long Yunfeng's mouth raised a trace of disdain, do you want to practice to deal with me? You think too much.

The red lotus karmic fire did not live up to the ardent expectations of the Bodhisattva, although Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi way is mysterious, but it can only slightly change the direction of the red lotus karmic fire, and when the red lotus karmic fire is everywhere, where can you change it?

The red lotus karma fire in all directions is like a beating elf eating Zhang Sanfeng's Taiji diagram to wrap Zhang Sanfeng, and soon there is no Zhang Sanfeng in the field, only endless red.

If he saw this, he was overjoyed, and it was the first time he knew that Fuxian Bodhisattva had practiced this red lotus karmic fire, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that it was the right time, if he won the first game, then he would not be worried about the next.

Fuxian Bodhisattva looked at Zhang Sanfeng, who was wrapped in the red lotus karmic fire, and his face showed joy, it was not in vain that I suffered so much and cultivated my flame into such a true fire.

Long Yunfeng sighed slightly, surrounded by this flame, unless he used weak water, it would take a lot of effort for him to even want to come out, but Zhang Sanfeng ......

Just when Long Yunfeng was lost, the sound of bubbling water suddenly came out of his ears, and his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he saw that a column of water suddenly rushed out of the place surrounded by the red lotus karmic fire, and a powerful force burst out, and the surrounding red lotus karmic fire was suddenly dispersed, and Zhang Sanfeng was surrounded by a layer of water cover, undamaged.

"Heavy water. A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Bodhisattva Puxian, he never thought that there were still people in this Three Realms who cultivated this kind of water.

Heavy water, as the name suggests, is heavy, heavier than ordinary water, in addition to being neither like Guanyin's Cihang nectar that can exorcise demons and heal curses, nor like Long Yunfeng's weak water attack is powerful, it can almost be said to be useless wastewater, no different from ordinary water.

If the mana is strong, it doesn't care about the water that is several times heavier, and if the mana is weak, the water that is several times lighter, and it can't stand it, so after the average person comprehends it, he will transfer to other cultivations, and few people will continue to study.

But the Bodhisattva of extraordinary origin knows that although this heavy water seems to be ordinary, it can continue to be refined, and the first layer of Daluo refining one yuan, before the fourth layer of Daluo, it was still wastewater, and even the true fire of Samadhi could not be extinguished, but if it passed the fourth layer of Daluo, it would be reborn, and it would be half a step stronger than weak water when it reached the ninth layer.

It's just that the difficulty of this cultivation is too great, although it is said that it is one yuan at one level, but it is all about cultivation, and the heavy water of that one yuan has not been cultivated well, so it is often the seventh layer of Da Luo cultivating six yuan heavy water, and the sixth layer of Da Luo cultivating five yuan heavy water.

Therefore, knowing that the future of this heavy water is great, no one is willing to cultivate, because cultivating this water means that you will be inferior everywhere, but the heavy water that Zhang Sanfeng just now turned out to be a seven-yuan heavy water.

How is that possible? He's been reincarnated for less than three hundred years.

Long Yunfeng was also surprised, and glanced at the turtle elder on the ground with deep meaning, sure enough, there is a good master in cultivation, that is, he has to go farther than others.

Zhang Sanfeng ignored the surprise of his opponent at all, the true martial sword slashed out, and the surging seven-yuan heavy water blasted out, which was the first time he took the initiative to attack since the start of the war.

Fuxian Bodhisattva's face changed, ignoring the surprise in his heart, and hurriedly drove the red lotus karmic fire to defend, and the golden body was even more dazzling with the red lotus karmic fire to block the heavy water.

With a loud bang, the golden body and the red lotus karmic fire finally blocked the seven-yuan heavy water, but before the Fuxian Bodhisattva had time to be happy, another heavy attack came, the waves were surging, wave after wave, Fuxian Bodhisattva had the heart to fight back, but he had been attacked, and he couldn't find the gap, at this moment, the attack and defense reversed.

Seeing this, Long Yunfeng showed a joy on his face, it seems that his vision is good, Zhang Sanfeng is really worth cultivating, the waves are surging, the strongest is not the strength of the waves, but the surging, superimposed, it's okay to escape, if you resist hard......

An inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of Long Yunfeng's mouth, looking at the heavy waves, his eyes suddenly lit up, eight yuan heavy water!