"How to fight?"

Long Yun was not surprised by the request made by King Karkel.

How to fight?

The Dao Gate spells are endless, and the Dao Law is infinite. Long Yun alone has mastered more than a dozen Dao techniques and Dao methods, Long Yun asked himself that his strength cultivation realm is not as good as Zhang Daoran, Zhang Daoran said that the strength of these two heterogeneous cultivators is far inferior to his own, what is there to be afraid of himself?

"But since you have made a request, Poor Dao also has a request......" Long Yun's eyes were scorching, Long Yun had a fate here, so he naturally needed to do his best: "If Poor Dao fails to fight, he will immediately turn around and leave, and he will not preach here again." Let's bet on two wins in three games, and if the poor road wins, you start here, all the way to the west, within a radius of thousands of miles, and all the religious personnel are withdrawn. You are not allowed to preach here again......"

The two Dharma Kings of Kakel were a little hesitant, they weren't sure what Long Yun's status was in the mysterious East, and when they said this, they only represented Long Yun himself, or the entire Daomen. In the final analysis, the two Dharma kings are still in awe of the mysterious Huaxia. I haven't been on Earth for a long time, but I've heard a lot of myths and legends about China. It is also difficult for the two Dharma kings to decide whether they can make this bet on behalf of the bishop.

If they had won, they would have done nothing good and had only driven out the Eastern preachers. And if they lose, they will lose the believers here, the qualifications to preach, and they will be punished by the bishop.

It's not that they don't have faith, it's that they can't call the shots when it comes to this kind of thing. Originally, they made a bet that the winners would stay here, the losers would leave, and there was no claim that the winners would be qualified to preach here. The loser leaves here, and it is not said that after the loser leaves, he is not allowed to preach.

Kakel and the two have their own calculations in their hearts, the residents here, but believe in their Allah, even if they leave, these believers, whether they will believe in the sectarian teachings of this Taoist, is still in a dilemma. And they can also preach here and strengthen the number of believers.

And once gone... In the future, it is not allowed to preach, it is not as simple as words. As long as the gambling contract is established, the gods of each party have their own records, and no one can go back.

The two kings of Karkel were silent and did not respond immediately. They need to think carefully and test the strength of the Daoist in front of them and the young Daoist. They are somewhat sure that they can fight and win.

"I practice the law of the soul, which can control people's hearts and people's souls. Unless you are a cultivator who is a great higher realm than me, you will be able to break the king's control over the soul of the person being controlled. Even the Bishop Sect Master can't break my means, this Eastern monk ......"

With two wins in three games, Karkel was suddenly full of confidence, and secretly said in his heart: "The soul law of this king cannot be broken, and the law of water of Ai Haoer is even more powerful......

As long as these two rounds are won, these two Eastern cultivators will leave......

Echoer seems to have thought of this question as well, and already has an answer. The two of them are not as close to infighting as they were just now, and now the two of them are like partners who have cooperated with each other for countless years, and with one look, you can know what the other party is thinking. Ai Haoer nodded, and shook his head again: "What if both sides have a win or a loss, and there is an average of the game?"

"There is no high or low Taoism, and the realm of cultivation can be reflected. And the meaning of the fighting method itself is that it is necessary to divide a winner and loser, and there is no phenomenon of winning a game and drawing a game. Long Yun's face was full of pride, and he inadvertently glanced at Zhang Daoran's face, Zhang Daoran still maintained the action just now, did not move, and did not raise his eyelids. Even, the two people in front of him seem to have nothing to do with themselves.

Inexplicably, Long Yun felt a little confident in his heart: "With a real person here, what can I cringe into?"

Having made up his mind, Long Yun had a sneer on his face: "If each wins a game and draws a game, let's fight again until one side loses." And the poor road has to explain things clearly, and the winner can set the project of the competition, and in the first game, the poor road can let you make the question first......"

In an instant, the two Dharma Kings, who were high up in the bishop, revealed a trace of coldness under the faces covered by black cloths. But Aikhor did not care: "I am the Lord, you are the guest, and the visitor is favored by Allah Allah, so come first......

Long Yun nodded, and did not refuse, but agreed very happily, and said with a smile: "In this way, Poor Dao will concede..."

For a moment, Al Khor and Karkel had a feeling of being played. looked like Long Yun, but when he saw Long Yun, there was a feeling in his eyes that his plan had succeeded. The two Dharma kings were shocked: "The arrogant attitude made us suffer a loss at the first time." At this time, whoever can take the lead has a better chance of winning. And the first to start the test is to occupy a big advantage. ”

In the first game, the Eastern Cultivator, even if he failed, there was still a chance to save it in the third game.

"What a cunning oriental cultivator......" In addition to emotion, he sighed in his heart, although the two Dharma Kings were jealous at the beginning, but the arrogance in his heart was the accumulation of these years......

"The guest is free to the host, the first test question, we should determine the topic of the fighting method......"

Ai Haoer regretted it instantly, so he was very arrogant and unreasonable, and occupied the right to ask the question for the first time on their side. Only by taking the lead can we have a greater grasp of the victory.

Long Yun frowned, he didn't expect these two people to be so shameless. Just about to refute, a sentence came from his ear: "Let them go to the question, you only need to ...... later"

His face was silent, but Long Yun's heart was filled with ripples. Who said this, Long Yun was clear, it was Zhang Daoran who said it. This powerful Taoist cultivator with an unpredictable prophet, at this time, he will naturally have perfect certainty. Now Long Yun's heart is settled, and he said with a smile: "The guest is as the host as he pleases, the guest is as he pleases, you can come up with the topic." ”

Ai Hao and Karkel glanced at each other, their eyes were full of pride, and they secretly said in their hearts: "Arrogant Orientals, you must not understand the soul law...... Maybe you don't have the soul cultivation at all, and you don't know the power of the soul. ”

"So... It's irreverent, the first topic, I'll wait for ......" Karkel stretched out a hand, and a believer in the distance, as if pulled by a force, flew lightly into the sky. After a few breaths, he sat back down: "Eastern cultivator... You go to this person and see if there is any help?"

This believer looked to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. Wearing shabby pants, his face is a little dark. Just now, his eyes were very smart, but now his eyes are dull, as if he has lost his soul, like wood, he must sit still and not move.

His eyes narrowed, looking at Zhang Daoran, almost instinctively, wanting to get an answer from Zhang Daoran. Immediately, Long Yun suddenly sobered up, and before the crisis moment, Zhang Daoran would not choose to make a move......

Long Yun was also fearless, glanced at the young believer, and smiled slightly: "It's just that someone has ingested the soul, or controlled the soul... What's so difficult about this, look at the poor way to break your spell......"

His fingers intertwined, making a strange sigil, Long Yun gently pushed, and the sigil fluttered towards the young believer: "Soul, return!"