Lu Jin saw Zhang Chulan's confused expression, and shook his head with hatred:

"I don't know about others, but Zhang Zhiwei's old thing has only used the Golden Light Spell since he started it...... Don't forget, the top mastery of Dragon Tiger Mountain is the Five Thunder Rectification, and he has practiced this kung fu for nearly a hundred years! ”

Bilian was a young man.

"Ahh Isn't my master going to suffer? ”

But as soon as he said this, he immediately shook his head.

"No, that's not right! Master has no reason to think that the Heavenly Master will not use the Five Thunder Rectification Method, since he dared to take this competition and deliberately set rules that are unfavorable to him, it means that he also holds some kind of unknown hole card in his hand. ”

"Hmm~ The son can be taught!" Lu Jin bowed slightly, twisted his beard and smiled.

Just as the "grandfather and grandson" were talking here, the two people who were fighting on the field also shook apart some distance after a collision.

The Heavenly Master dispersed the golden light spell, raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat on his forehead, and secretly sighed in his heart that he hadn't warmed up so happily for a long time.

And Meng Lang, who was opposite him, was slightly depressed and dispersed the furious black Qi brought by the possession of the Heavenly Demon, looking at the old hooligan opposite and secretly saying that he was a freak all his life.

If he, Meng someone, is not mistaken, isn't it only the Quanzhen Sect that will double cultivate his life?

Shouldn't Zhengyi's main exercises all be "mage" type skills such as waidan, talismans, and spells?

But what the hell is this old thing on the other side?

Who can tell him, why is it that as the leader of the "mage" sect of Zhengyi, the old rascal's melee level can actually catch up with his own real martial arts cultivator?

Just when Meng Lang doubted life, the fingertips of the Heavenly Master shone with a dazzling golden thunder:

"Meng Xiaoyou, the warm-up is over, can you also show some real skills?

Poor Dao can feel that you are not a pure martial artist.

Now there are ten moves left before the limit of 100 moves, so let's just get there. ”

Meng Lang saw that the old rascal finally showed his thunder method, and his heart was also a little solemn, and he promised:

"Since the Heavenly Master is elegantly invited, then Meng is disrespectful!"

As he spoke, Meng Lang lightly tapped the sword in his hand a few times, and then threw it into the sky-

Suddenly, the long sword formed by the original unity of ten thousand swords was once again differentiated, and it circled and danced in the air.

Not only that, but what made everyone in the audience feel even more amazing was that because Meng Lang had pointed out some holes in the sword body before, when the ice sword cut through the void, air would pass through these holes to form a tone similar to that played by the hole flute.

"How can you have a flute without a piano?"

Meng Lang smiled slightly, stretched out his left hand in the puzzled eyes of everyone, and made a false gesture in the air.

Suddenly, the cold air in the sky was filled with a whistling wind and turned into a whirlwind and merged into his palm, and a nine-stringed yaoqin made of ice crystals appeared out of thin air.

"Zheng-Zheng-"

After a little audition, Meng Lang nodded with satisfaction, and then looked up at the old rascal:

"A song "Soul Tune" is dedicated to the Heavenly Master, I wish you a long life and happiness for the old man, and I also wish my flower grower a prosperous and eternal life!"

After that, as soon as Meng showed his yaoqin, he played it as if no one was around.

Meng Lang's series of actions were cumbersome to say, but in fact, they only happened in three or five seconds, and it was too late to stop them when the Heavenly Master found out that something was wrong.

Of course, even if time goes back, with the pride of Zhang Zhiwei, a person from his heavenly channel, he will not choose to interrupt his opponent's move.

Looking at Meng Someone, whose eyes were slightly closed not far away, seemed to be concentrating on stroking the piano, the old rascal couldn't help but smile:

"Young man, the Five Thunder Righteous Law can lead the heavens to strike people, and at such a distance, you want to rely on the sound attack to defend me outside? Isn't that a bit arrogant? ”

As he spoke, the golden thunder re-lit up the fingertips of the Heavenly Master, and a palm thunder containing a hundred years of skill struck towards Meng Lang from afar.

Seeing this hand, Zhang Chulan's pupils on the sidelines shrank suddenly.

Everywhere the golden thunder passed, the void cracked, and countless bucket-sized thunderbolts poured out.

This thunder light is not like the thunder and lightning in nature, but it seems to contain a chaotic aura of yin and yang.

There was a faint transmission of thunderbolts inside, as if there was a world in it.

In the face of this golden thunder that did not seem to come from the world, Meng Lang did not change the smile on his face, and the sound of the piano that did not seem to come from the world suddenly unfolded when he waved his hand to play, forming a wonderful rhythm with the sound of Xiao in the sky.

At this time, Meng's body seemed to be shrouded in a ray of light, like a fairy.

Every time his slender fingers plucked the strings, the air in front of him would be twisted and turbulent, faintly revealing a thousand rays of color and ten thousand rays of light.

Soul Suppression Tune - After playing, it can increase the "self-weight" of all invisible things within a certain radius by thousands of times, and it is a song that integrates attack and defense in the Nine Heavens Immortal Technique.

The sound of the piano seemed to transcend time, and after the first rhythm sounded, it seemed that wisps of elegant and pleasant sound could be heard from the glow of the sun, drifting in the sky.

Suddenly, the old heavenly master who was shrouded in the range of the attack suddenly felt as if his soul had been hit hard, and he staggered two steps and almost fell, if it weren't for the fact that his soul had already been tempered by a thousand tempers, he would have been unconscious at this moment.

Not only that, but the palm thunder he hit actually lost his head as if he was drunk, and struck the ground in front of Meng Someone crookedly.

There was a loud bang, gunpowder smoke filled the air, dirt splashed everywhere, and the thunder blew out a large crater nearly five meters in diameter on the ground.

"Zheng-Zheng-"

Meng Lang still looked like he was calmly caressing the qin, but thinking of the power of the palm thunder just now, he was still scared into a cold sweat behind him.

Damn! What the hell is this?

To be reasonable, this piece of rock peak under our feet has been polished by thousands of years of wind and rain, and the hardness is not much worse than marble!

But you can make such a big hole with a palm thunder that doesn't seem to be doing your best?

The conversion of this meow to the equivalent must at least be used in tons, right?

Despite the sudden suddenness in his heart, Meng still continued to play the soul suppression tune in line with the principle of never admitting cowardice, and at the same time secretly called the small number of immortals in the upper dantian to prepare to deal with the next situation.

And on the other side of him, the old rascal who realized that he had missed a blow turned around and jumped out of the range of the sonic attack, looking at Meng Lang with a solemn expression.

The young man has some skills, and the pressure on me from this hand attack is even greater than the several Eight Wonder Techniques I have seen before, plus his rumored spell that can summon meteorites...... All right! There is a successor to the flower planter! ’

Although he was secretly happy in his heart, the Heavenly Master still had no intention of stopping.

Just like Zeng Yi said before, he was also curious about where Meng's limit was......

PS: Second update

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