The three little clay figures, each about ten centimeters above the ground, were all made into the shape of dolls, with a gold thread wrapped around their necks, and they looked very good at their chubby appearances. The art of Maoshan is divided into three methods, not that the art of Mao is necessarily stronger than the art of Mao, but there are more changes, and the spell is more annoying and naturally not easy to be cracked. It means that the spells used by those who are clever and powerful are also divided into levels, taking Maoshan as an example, the change of one upper Mao technique is equivalent to three middle Mao techniques and five lower Mao techniques. Of course, the level of the fighting method mainly depends on who is higher in cultivation, but in the case of the same cultivation, it will be distinguished from the superior and inferior because of the different levels of the spells used.

The three small clay figures with clay statues are a copy of the Bodhisattva Immortal Manifestation in the art of Shangmao, in other words, it is to invite the mud Bodhisattva to land. The Taoist priest who took out the little clay figurines took a few steps forward, slapped each of the three clay figurines a few times with his hand, and whispered words in his mouth, as if he had recited a spell to cast a spell. Suddenly, the still little clay figure moved slowly, and at first it did not move much, but its arms and legs shook slightly, and it took a step forward like a toddler doll.

"Haha...... Hehe...... "Soon, the sound of some children laughing and playing came, and it was not only me who heard these sounds, but also poked their heads out to look around.

"Where's the laughter of children?"

"Yes, I also hear the voices of children, how can there be children here?"

There was a lot of talk around me, and I looked around and quickly set my eyes on the three little clay figurines. They staggered and moved, and the mud on their bodies thought they had fallen and fell to the ground, so it stands to reason that since they were not really living people, nor were they demons, nor earth beasts, how could they speak? Although the spell was cast, it was just three pieces of mud, which was still very different from the real child. But listening closely, it really made me think that those voices came from the mouths of these three little clay people.

"Don't rush, walk slowly. You'll learn it in a few moments. The Taoist priest who cast the spell said with a smile, like a loving father.

The child's laughter faded, but many people found that the laughter came from the mouths of the three little claymen. At this time, all of them set their eyes on the little clay figure. Then I saw that one of the little clay men had not taken a few steps, and fell to the ground with a soft foot, and the clay leg that was not strong was broken at once, and immediately a childlike noisy cry came from the mouth of the little clay man, and it slapped the ground, trying to put the broken clay leg back again. I watched this scene with cold eyes, and I didn't know if it was my own illusion, but I seemed to feel that these little clay figurines were now much more flexible in their movements than before, and they looked more and more like normal children when they walked and behaved.

"Haha, this doll is still crying!"

"Isn't this a mud doll? I thought it was a great trick? Did Maoshan miss this time? ”

The people around laughed, but saw the clay doll with a broken leg slowly get up from the ground, and then stumbled forward a few steps. Two small clay figurines also surrounded them, and the three little clay figurines looked quite like an amiable family together. At this moment, the Taoist priest took a few steps forward, smiled and took out a small cloth bag from his arms, this cloth bag is the size of a palm, I saw that he took out the object, my heart suddenly tightened, thinking about other powerful spirit runes or magic weapons, but what I didn't expect was that he opened the cloth bag and took out three small wooden knives from it. Without a wooden knife, it is about five or six centimeters long, and it looks about the same length as nail clippers for cutting nails. And the workmanship is not meticulous, the surface texture is rough, it looks like a rough weapon made for my toys when I was a child, and it doesn't look like a powerful magic weapon at all. Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but scratch my head, could it be that I was wrong? Why do you feel that Maoshan doesn't mean to compete with me?

"Are you going to fight or not? No substitutions! I also shouted a little breathlessly.

When the Taoist chief on the other side heard this, he looked at me and said with a smile, "Isn't this going to start right away?" ”

His words stunned me, but I saw three little clay figurines walking to the cloth bag, and one of them picked up a small wooden knife, made a few strokes in his hand, and then happily played with each other. I was about to speak, but I heard two small wooden knives colliding together and making a "bell-......" sound, which was like the sound of metal after it had been struck. Everyone who heard this strange sound was stunned, as if the three little clay figures were holding iron daggers instead of wooden knives.

"Haha...... Hehe...... "The little clay people who were very happy became more and more excited the more they played, and they laughed like children with each other. At this moment, the Taoist chief bent down and patted the ground gently, and the three little clay figures immediately walked over obediently and gathered beside him, I saw that the Taoist chief's lips were moving, and he should be saying something to the three little clay figures, and it was very simple to say, and then the little clay figures all turned their heads and stared at me. And they ran towards me quickly, and sure enough, after a period of adaptation, these little clay figurines suddenly became very sensitive, and they ran like normal children, or even faster.

"Babble...... "Three little clay figurines shouted with wooden knives, as if children playing a game of war on horseback were galloping towards me. Anyone who sees this scene will only find it funny and not dangerous, and I am the same, and I don't even mean to take any precautions. What can three little clay figurines that are stacked up to my waist not necessarily be able to poke out holes with three hoes? Can you really make a hole in me?

Such an idea was just born in my mind, and in the next second, three little clay figures ran in front of me, and the one closest to me was also the little clay figure who had broken his leg before, raised his head and shouted at me, and then used the seemingly useless wooden knife to scratch my leg, to be honest, it didn't feel big, just a little itchy, and I didn't care too much about it. At the same time, two other clay figurines came running, one standing next to my left foot and the other standing next to the heel of my right foot, and then slashed at my calf with a wooden knife. It was as if I had suddenly traveled to the dwarf kingdom of the Western story, and became a giant that everyone there had to look up to.

"Alright, alright......" I lifted my foot and kicked the three little clay figurines into the air, and the three little clay figurines really didn't stand my kick, one of them was kicked off and fell to the ground with half of his body broken, lying on the ground and pulling the surrounding dirt to fill himself. I smiled coldly, feeling that a duel had suddenly become such a ridiculous farce, but when I looked down at my pants, the smile on my face instantly froze, because I saw the cuts in my pants. There are dense vertical and horizontal, and for a while, I can't even count how many openings have been cut. But where do these notches in the pants come from? I'm sure I wouldn't be wearing such tattered pants when I go out, could it be that I accidentally rubbed them off somewhere? But it's not right, if I scratch my pants, I will tear a big hole at most, but the gaps in front of me that are intertwined with horizontal and vertical bars look like they have been torn by sharp weapons. Could it be the three little clay figurines who had just split around me? But they only have three wooden knives in their hands!

I bent down to check it out, and today I was wearing a pair of canvas jeans, and because of the winter, I wore a thicker one, and the calf didn't hurt but the canvas was torn badly. In addition, they had heard the sound of wooden knives colliding before but making a metal collision sound, could it be that they were not holding wooden knives but iron guys? But even the iron guy can't be so fast, and a pull of scissors on his jeans won't leave a gap right away, so it seems that these three wooden knives are not simple!

"Ah......" The little clay figure who had been kicked to pieces half of his body cried up from the ground, and the other two little clay figures hurriedly came forward to comfort them, and the three little ones got together and didn't know what they were talking about, and soon the crying stopped. The three little clay figurines looked at me at the same time and walked towards me, and I immediately became alert when I noticed that something was not quite right with the wooden knife. However, I thought that they would rush up to attack me again, but I didn't expect the three little clay figures to jump at the same time, and the moment their bodies jumped into the air and landed, they strangely burrowed into the soil and disappeared in front of my eyes in an instant.

"Drilling?" I was slightly stunned, and immediately glanced around, and found that three different qi was rapidly moving under the dirt, changing into three directions and launching a fierce attack on me!