Chapter 8: Phantom of the Beast
Xiao Zhao first pushed gently, Lu Zhuo didn't move, and then pushed hard, but he still didn't move.
"Xiao Zhao is back. ”
Seeing this, Kong Wei, who was originally watching the battle, shouted in surprise.
The seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy was so stable that Kong Wei felt that Lu Zhuo should also be a somewhat capable person, so he hurriedly called back Xiao Zhao.
Kong Wei was even secretly happy in his heart, if he could subdue these two people, this trip to Xujiang would really be worth it.
"You kid has a bit of eyesight, I don't understand what you mean by illusion, I do use some tricks, and I use orthodox magic. But you should tell this Dao about the treatment method of this Dao, what's wrong?" Zhang Lixian asked with a solemn expression.
The magic is both the art of confusion, and it is one of the Huishan techniques where Zhang Lixian is located, but most people in Huishan do not disdain to practice this kind of side-door.
"Since you've only learned a little trivial spell, you dare to go down the mountain?"
"For so many years, the evil qi in this old gentleman's body has been integrated with his body, affecting the spirit of the whole person at all times, you have to drain the spirit of this old gentleman, do you think he can still live. Lu Zhuo smiled contemptuously and taught him a lesson.
Compared with Lu Zhuo, who has experience in the cultivation world, in terms of dealing with this situation, Zhang Lixian, who has just come down the mountain, is like a baby child, and his experience and cultivation are not as good as Lu Zhuo in terms of cultivation, and it is natural to take Kong Wei's condition for granted.
After listening to Lu Zhuo's words, Zhang Lixian gasped, there was a feeling of being touched, his brows furrowed, and he couldn't grasp the feeling, but it also confirmed that Lu Zhuo, who had this insight, was not an ordinary person.
"Are you an old-timer who can stay young forever?"
Zhang Lixian put away his arrogant appearance, his yellow teeth were no longer exposed, and he asked a little respectfully and carefully.
Zhang Xianfeng's words, for Kong Wei, he can also understand and accept illusion magic, but he can understand eternal youth, but he can't accept it, if there is a way to stay young forever in this world, I'm afraid many rich people will throw money to buy it.
Xiao Zhao was also taken aback, there is no shortage of myths in Chinese history that can fly to the sky and escape to the world, and there are many capable people with magical powers, Zhang Xianfeng has proved himself with magic and calculation, and Zhang Xianfeng is also honored as an old-timer person, what is the ability, Xiao Zhao is a little afraid to think, just now he actually wants to drive away this kind of master, Xiao Zhao can't wait to fight his two ear scrapers.
The three of them stared at Lu Zhuo nervously, waiting for Lu Zhuo to answer, if Lu Zhuo nodded, Kong Wei would immediately extend an olive branch.
originally thought that Zhang Lixian would argue with him, but he didn't expect to be misunderstood as an old-timer, Lu Zhuo smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm not an old-timer, just an ordinary high school student." ”
Xiao Zhao breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.
Zhang Lixian didn't believe it, but he also relaxed a little, pinched the magic with both hands, and said coldly: "Then how about asking Daoist friends to use your illusion to compare with my magic tricks?"
Zhang Lixian's voice was ghostly, full of bewitching power, and Zhang Lixian had already used a magic technique while speaking.
The next moment.
Xiao Zhao was motionless, a little sluggish, his eyes gradually turned red from hollow, and he was instantly bewitched by the magic.
Kong Wei was possessed by a demonic spirit, and he was awake after a stirring spirit.
Xiao Zhao is just an ordinary person, and he can't resist this kind of spiritual attack at all.
Only Lu Zhuo remained unmoved.
"Uh-huh-ma
Xiao Zhao already looked like he was demented, babbling and looking ahead, and he was about to dance.
Seeing that Xiao Zhao was instantly confused, Zhang Lixian was quite proud, and he didn't stop in his hand, pinching the magic trick, and kept chanting incantations in his mouth, Zhang Lixian finally shouted at Lu Zhuo.
"Edict!"
Zhang Lixian's fighting method can also be regarded as a vote, seeing that Lu Zhuo was motionless, his heart palpitated, and the sound of incantations was endless.
However, Lu Zhuo was still unmoved, looking at him with a smile on his face.
Zhang Lixian's forehead was sweaty.
Magic is just a spiritual level of guidance, and some powerful psychologists in human beings can also do it, not to mention that even this bit of evil qi can resist the spell, which can't shake the spiritual level of an immortal cultivator at all.
Kong Wei looked at the three of them back and forth several times, and made up his mind that no matter what the result of the two people's fighting methods was, he would also invite Lu Zhuo to come to Kong's house to worship.
"Little Doyle, the carving worm!"
Seeing that Zhang Lixian had no more means, Lu Zhuo shouted and slapped his palms.
A crisp "pop" echoed through the trail.
Xiao Zhao suddenly sobered up, his fanatical expression faded, Zhang Lixian's mantra was also a meal, and the two looked at Lu Zhuo in shock.
In the eyes of the two, Lu Zhuo's eyes slowly widened.
Suddenly, the sky was spinning, and the whole person seemed to be falling rapidly.
The two of them turned around and saw that they were surrounded by some huge inexplicable creatures with severed arms and stumps, these creatures had three horns, two of which had been cut off, some were covered with scales, and some were covered in blood, and they had two wings, one of which was forcibly pulled out, and the other wing was splashed with a large amount of blood on the snow-white
Even though the creatures were dead without moving, there was a faint coercion, and both of them were trembling with fright and screaming heartbreakingly.
It's not just a long time, it's like a lifetime.
Finally, the two of them felt a little ground feeling under their feet, they were already covered in sweat, and there was no strength under their feet, so they couldn't help but collapse to the ground and pass out.
And only a few seconds passed outside.
Kong Wei watched all this, there was a little chill behind him, the young man stood aside casually, only glanced at Lao Zhao and the two, and after a few seconds, the two of them passed out.
Stepping forward stiffly, Kong Wei pointed to the unconscious two people on the ground with a nervous face, and asked cautiously, "They?"
"It's fine, just get some sleep. Lu Zhuo said lightly.
Lu Zhuo didn't use illusion just now, but just reproduced the image memory of those fierce beasts killed in the immortal cultivation world in the past into his eyes, and when Lao Zhao and the others looked at Lu Zhuo's eyes, they seemed to be next to the corpse of the fierce beast, and they were frightened.
This is also Lu Zhuo's memory is a little vague, and the power of the fierce beast is not enough to reflect, otherwise with the slightest breath of the corpse, the two of them will die without a place to be buried.
The two of them decided the winner in a moment, who has the stronger skills, Kong Wei already had the answer, forced the turbulent heart, and said respectfully to Lu Zhuo: "Xiao Zhao offended the Daoist just now, please forgive the Daoist!"
Seeing Lu Zhuo frowning, he hurriedly said: "The Kong family is also willing to invite the Taoist chief to be a guest and cast a statue!"
Kong Wei made up his mind to win over Lu Zhuo, who paralyzed two adults with just one glance.
After winning over this, maybe the Kong family in the future not only does not have to find a place to settle in Xujiang, but can even compete with the Jiangbei family.
"Lu Zhuo. Lu Zhuo replied with a smile.
Kong Wei had a little impression of this name, but he couldn't remember who it was, so he just bowed down and said, "Daoist Lu." ”
"Don't call me Taoist, it looks like I'm old. Lu Zhuo frowned.
Kong Wei was obedient like a student, and hurriedly changed his title and shouted, "Okay, Mr. Lu." ”
A white-haired old man who was nearly eighty years old bent down and nodded to a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy at this time, and what he said to the other side was to echo something.
If the group of big people in Jiangbei were at the scene, I am afraid that they would think they were dreaming when they saw this kind of scene.