The fight continues.

Li Qingguan brushed off the hem of his clothes, looked around the stage, and stood upright, putting on a posture of facing the challenges of the cultivators present.

It looks full of momentum, but in fact, Li Qingguan is very empty.

He knows how many pounds and taels he has, and he will find a few actors to come up and cooperate, and it is okay to perform stage plays, but he has to do it with real knives and guns, and he will be fucked down as soon as he has his ability.

But the people in the audience didn't know that Li Qingguan was bluffing.

Li Qingguan performed several times before, and most recently he threw the Taoist priest of Qingyang Palace off the high platform, thinking that he was really powerful, and in this case, obviously no one wants to go on stage and touch the head.

"Who's going to meet with the Poor Dao?"

Li Qing observed that the cultivators present were afraid, and his courage increased sharply.

Fa Ling has been waiting for someone in the group to come up to teach Li Qingguan a lesson, and after waiting for a long time, he didn't see anyone coming out, and he was annoyed. He looked at a few Taoist priests around him who had a good relationship and were whispering at this time, and asked in a low voice: "The guy from the Heavenly Master Dao is shouting on the stage, didn't you hear it?" Will you meet him if you don't go? ”

The Lord of the Fire Dragon Guan replied: "It's not that I can't wait, but this kind of formal occasion, everything must be done according to the rules...... Soldier to soldier, general to general, our small Taoist temple is not at the same level as the Heavenly Master Dao, and if you are strong, you will be laughed at! ”

What do you mean by that? Are you saying that the Heavenly Master Dao is superior to others? Fa Ling frowned.

The Lord of the Fire Dragon Temple didn't answer, but his solemn face was clearly saying, such a hard stubble, it shouldn't be me and other nobodies to fight him, it should be a thousand-year-old temple like Qingyang Palace to challenge it, otherwise why is it your Qingyang Palace that presides over the Fa, and you are the master to distribute the benefits?

When you share the benefits, you are arrogant and domineering, but when it is your turn to fight, you want us to go up, isn't this a shirk of responsibility?

In order to maintain his bearing, Fa Ling did not have a seizure on the spot.

Gongsun Jian said: "Daoist Faling doesn't have to worry, why don't you let Daoist Qinghe go up to meet Li Qingguan?" ”

"Blue Crane?"

Fa Ling glanced at the expressionless Qinghe next to him, and his brows furrowed even tighter.

Fa Ling didn't do anything to Qinghe because of Gongsun Jian's face, but he despised it from the bottom of his heart, and it was difficult for a Taoist priest who had been exposed to the identity of a god stick in the circle of cultivators.

In order to let Qinghe regain his prestige, Gongsun Jian took great pains, thought about it and said: "Qinghe Daoist is dedicated to Qingyang Palace's integration of Jiannan Dao Gate, let him try it this time." ”

"Good!"

Fa Ling gave face to Sun Jian, raised his hand, and motioned for Qinghe to come up to the stage to fight with Li Qing.

Qinghe knows his own affairs, but at this time he has to take the stage hard, this is the perfect opportunity for him to save his reputation, or the last chance.

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The crane walked up the stone staircase to the high platform, and the people around him made a noise.

"If you can't do it, you can come down, you can't even beat a little Taoist, how can you compare with Daoist Li?"

"Now that the sky is blue, your tricks won't work, so don't be ashamed!"

Someone in the audience shouted loudly, although this place is from Qingyang Palace, there are also many Taoist priests who are orthodox in the way of the Heavenly Master, and the two sides wrestle, and the cynicism of Qinghe continues.

Qinghe was unmoved, stepped forward, he shook his sleeves slightly, the movement was not obvious, others may not have noticed, but Yang Yun saw it clearly.

Qinghe was facing Li Qingguan, his left hand hidden behind him, and said with a confident smile: "I don't know how to fight today, are there any rules?" ”

Li Qingguan lightly twisted the snow-white beard under his chin, and said: "Since it is a fighting method, naturally you can't beat each other like a worldly reckless man, you must ensure that there is no physical contact between each other, and whoever stands on this Dharma platform at the end of the competition will win." ”

"It makes sense."

Qinghe smiled and nodded, at this time, his performance was generous, and there was a momentum of cultivation, Li Qing felt a drum in his heart after seeing it.

Even if Qinghe was notorious, he was only defeated by Yang Yun in the end, as for the ability of Wuzun Zhenren's master and apprentice, he had never seen it, and he didn't have the real ability to calm the scene, so he pondered in his heart: "It would be good if my master and nephew were here that day, he really has magical powers, and I only used a half-hung spell, how can it work?" ”

Li Qingguan didn't take the initiative to make a move, but Qinghe was eager to try.

Yang Yun saw the middle doorway.

Li Qingguan knows the upper limit of his ability, and in this case, he can only defend passively;

Qinghe was afraid that Li Qingguan would hurt him by sending out his strength in the air, so he could only actively launch an attack, relying on the mechanism on his body to win by surprise.

"Look at the move!"

Qinghe shouted violently, and the index finger and middle finger of his right hand were together, and suddenly pointed at Li Qingguan.

With his gesture, the syringe tightly bound to his wrist burst out several needle-like hidden weapons, shooting directly at Li Qingguan.

Li Qingguan was startled, and hurriedly reached out to block, but it was too late, and he took a few steps back after being injured.

"Huh!?"

The melon-eating crowd in the audience and on the surrounding wooden buildings thought that Li Qingguan could easily clean up Qinghe, but he didn't want it to be Qinghe who took the lead and made everyone stunned.

Even Fa Ling muttered: "Could it be that Qinghe has supernatural powers, and it is rumored that he lost to Wuzun's disciples in Shifang County, but the rumors are not true?" ”

Qinghe sneak attack succeeded, not planning to give Li Qingguan a chance to regain the scene, immediately waved his hidden left hand, scattered in front of him, a puff of white powder suddenly appeared in the sky above the high platform, and then his right hand shook in the air, and the white powder suddenly burst into a fierce fire.

"Whew!"

There was a bang, the fire on the stage flashed, and for a while, the audience under the stage and on the surrounding wooden buildings could not see what was happening at all.

At this moment, Qinghe shook his sleeve and prepared to continue hurting people with the needle on his wrist. However, this time it is no longer a less powerful steel needle, but a flying nail with the thickness of a little thumb, and once hit, it will either kill or be injured.

Yang Yun was one of the few people at the scene who was not dazzled by the firelight, and after seeing Qinghe's intentions clearly, he was annoyed: "Qinghe is really despicable and shameless, and he frequently hurts people with dark arrows in broad daylight!" ”

Yang Yun didn't want to give Qinghe any chance to perform, but just used a little mental power, and there was more strength on the stage.

"Whoosh!"

The flying nails shot from the cuffs of the green crane did not shoot towards Li Qingguan, but suddenly turned around in mid-air, and then flew forward without hesitation.

As for the blue crane himself, he was hit by a dark force, staggered back, and fell off the high platform in embarrassment.

"Poof!"

The crane fell on all fours, and he didn't know what happened until he hit the ground.

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"What's going on?"

It happened too suddenly, no one inside and outside the stadium saw the situation clearly, and the crane had already planted a high platform.

Gongsun Jian was the most nervous, and hurriedly trotted over to check Qinghe's injury.

Qinghe was fine, but his head was groggy from falling, and the whole person was in a state of confusion.

"What is this? Someone is hurting people with a secret arrow! ”

There was a sharp-eyed person in the audience who surrounded the high platform, and there was an extra bright steel nail on the stake, which was on the pillar behind Li Qingguan, trembling.

Li Qingguan looked sideways, shocked, but pretended to be calm.

Gongsun Jian was the first to complain, and said, "Who saw the situation just now? It's not certain who will hurt people with a secret arrow! ”

Li Qingguan knew that behind Gongsun Jian was Wang Yu, the envoy of Jiannan Jiedu, and he didn't have a seizure, he lit up his right hand that was rubbed by a flying needle and was oozing blood, and asked loudly: "The old way lives up to expectations, this one can be regarded as a poor road win, right?" ”

"How can you talk about winning or losing?" The Fire Dragon Viewer said cheekily.

But no matter what others say, Qinghe's failure is shameful, not to mention that he was found to have used a secret weapon to sneak attack, so he couldn't even stay in the venue, Gongsun Jian hurriedly sent someone to send Qinghe to Sanqing Hall to rest, so that he could avoid the limelight of public opinion.

Fortunately, Fa Ling had long expected that the Qinghe Fighting Fa would be defeated, and at this time, he couldn't count on others, so he turned his head to look at Wu Yuan: "The master and nephew are from a famous family, do you want to go on stage to compete with Daochang Li?" ”

The scene suddenly fell silent, and everyone wanted to watch a showdown between needles and Maimang.

Most of the cultivators of Jiannan Dao have only heard of the great power of Changchun Zhenren, but they have not witnessed its magical powers, and now Changchun Zhenren has sent disciples to help, and Qingyang Palace is highly respected, and at the critical time, Wu Yuan is allowed to fight on stage, and he must have obtained the true transmission of Changchun Zhenren.

Wu Yuan's expression was indifferent: "Fa Ling's seniors, please forgive me, there has always been no holiday between the family teacher and the Heavenly Master Dao, and if it is not allowed, the younger generation cannot casually have a grudge with the Heavenly Master Dao, and the ...... of the teacher"

After speaking, she glanced at the positions prescribed by Songmei and Yang Yun, which probably means that I was invited by you to deal with these two, not just by you to use them as gunmen, pointing and fighting!

Fa Ling was full of expectations, but when he heard this, his face was full of disappointment and resentment.

The foreign aid invited actually refused to play, did he expect Wuzun Zhenren to deal with the enemy?

Fa Ling didn't dare to force it, and turned his head to look at Songmei: "Does Wuzun Daoist have the intention of going up to fight the Fa?" ”

Where can't Songmei see the middle doorway? It's just that he was anxious to show himself and wanted to show off at this Dao Law Conference, but now the limelight was seen by Li Qing of the Heavenly Master Dao, and he was also a little anxious in his heart, and he was about to agree, when he suddenly thought of something, he subconsciously glanced at Yang Yun, and saw Yang Yun shaking his head, so he had to say: "Poor Dao is not in a hurry." ”

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The scene was deadlocked.

Fa Ling asked around, but no one came out to compete on stage for Qingyang Palace.

It was supposed to be the Fa held by Qingyang Palace, but now it is the protagonist of Li Qingguan's singing of the Heavenly Master's Dao, even if Qingyang Palace wants to sing the opposite play, there is not even a person who can fight on stage.

Fa Ling said in his heart: "I fight for the interests of you guys, but you don't help, and let the people of the Heavenly Master Dao be presumptuous, it seems that I can't count on you for anything!" ”

Fa Ling was about to come to the stage to teach Li Qingguan's "spell" in person, when a deep man's voice came from not far away: "Why don't you let me try it?" ”

Many Taoist priests present looked at the voice, wondering who dared to touch the mold at this juncture.

I saw a middle-aged man around forty years old, plump, with a heroic smile on his face, walked out, although this person was wearing a Taoist robe, but his temperament revealed a touch of tackyness, no matter how he looked at it, he felt nondescript, not like a cultivator at all.

Yang Yunxin said: "The food in this Taoist temple is really good, and the cultivators can cultivate into a big fat man with a shiny face." ”

Fa Ling frowned and looked at the person who came, and asked, "I don't know who Your Excellency is?" ”

The fat man smiled and said: "The contemptible man inherited the Dongting immortals, and it is a coincidence to participate in the Dharma today, as for the name of the contemptible...... Nothing. ”

Dongting Immortals!?

Some of the well-informed Taoist priests present were taken aback, the name of the Dongting immortals was very loud in the Jingchu area, and they had a fight with the real people of Changchun.

Fa Ling thought to himself, the disciples of Changchun Zhenren refused to help, come to a disciple of the Dongting Immortals, God help me!

Someone next to him quipped: "It's not worth mentioning, it should have a name, right?" ”

The fat Taoist priest said: "The contemptible people follow the Dongting immortals for a short period of time, and there is no Taoist number yet. Everyone's courtesy. ”

Fresh in the direction.

Yang Yun felt a little familiar when he heard this name, as if he had heard it somewhere.

After pondering for a while, he suddenly said: "Isn't this the recommendation of Yang Guozhong to Zhang Qiu and Qiong, who succeeded Wang Yu Jiannan Jiedu as the envoy, the one who has a certain relationship with my old Yang family?" ”