The old woman's proposal is simply wonderful.

The villagers present all agreed.

Who doesn't like to watch the excitement?

Even I am quite interested, curious about who is more powerful, Xiao Shengun or Mr. Qin.

For this proposal, with the arrogant character of the little magic gun, he naturally agreed.

But Mr. Qin was entangled and flustered, as if he was very reluctant, he turned his head to look at the old woman, and said with a bitter face: "Mother, isn't this inappropriate?" ”

"What's wrong with it? It just so happens that my mother also wants to watch a good show, isn't this young man from Liyuan Daomen called the top leader of the young generation by the rivers and lakes? You have to give him some color to see and frustrate his spirit. The old woman said indifferently.

When Mr. Qin heard this, he could only agree to it.

The villagers were all boiling, and they ran to dismantle the wooden frame that built the altar with great diligence, vacated the stage square, and made a ring for Xiao Shengun and Mr. Qin, and then surrounded the stage square, ready to watch a good show.

Although I was also quite interested, I was still worried about the safety of the little spear, so I turned my head and asked Xiao Xiyue, are you sure it will be okay? Can the little spear win against Mr. Qin?

Xiao Xiyue showed an extremely confident smile, and said that among the younger generation, there is no one who can beat her brother.

"The invincible little magic spear in the world", this nickname is not bragging.

Even if Mr. Qin is an old fritter who is much older than the little spear, the Tao will be deeper, but the methods of Xiangyin's corpse man are mostly some evil methods from the side, and Mr. Qin will definitely not be the opponent of the little spear.

"It's impossible for the young class master to lose, if the young class master loses, I'll cut off my head and give it to you to kick as a ball." The old child also looked calm and relaxed, and said to me jokingly.

At this time, Mr. Na Qin put on his silk shirt and discussed with the little spear: "The boy surnamed Lu, uncle, I need some time to prepare, can I?" ”

The little sharpshooter nodded, saying that he needed to prepare as well.

I watched as Mr. Qin knelt on the ground, muttering something in his mouth, then put his hand behind his head and pulled out three bone needles that pierced the acupuncture points in the back of his head.

"He didn't dare to fight my brother in a state of leaving his soul, otherwise he would be looking for death." Xiao Xiyue said.

And the little spear also beckoned Uncle Nine to come to his side.

"Take the Eight Treasures and Ten Colors Qiankun Colorful Costumes and give them to me." Said the little sharpshooter.

Uncle Nine hurriedly opened the leather box he was carrying, took out an incomparably gorgeous and delicate colorful robe from it, and put it on the little magic spear.

"Wow! The young class master invited this baby, is he planning to use the Qiankun trick? The old child asked in astonishment.

Xiao Xiyue pursed her lips, shook her head, and said that to deal with Mr. Qin, she didn't need to use the Qiankun trick at all, so she beat him down, and her brother was just prepared.

Soon Xiao Shengun and Mr. Qin are about to fight, so I don't have time to ask Xiao Xiyue what kind of treasure that colorful costume is.

But I saw that the colorful costume, no more, no less, exactly ten colors, eight different patterns of ornaments.

I usually like to listen to dramas, and I know a little bit about the classification of costumes.

Costumes are divided into five colors and five colors: "upper five colors" refers to yellow, red, green, white, and black; The "lower five colors" refer to purple, blue, pink, lake, and bronze.

The decorations on the costumes mainly include dragons, phoenixes, birds, beasts, insects, fish, flowers, clouds, and water, which are called the eight treasures.

The colorful costume on the little spear just includes all of these eight treasures and ten colors!

In other words, he can play whoever he wants to play later, this colorful costume is an unpredictable thing with thousands of opportunities!

At this time, the little spear picked up the flower gun he was used to and strode up to the stage square.

Mr. Qin was also ready, he held a short knife in his hand, and the end of the handle of the short knife was engraved with a hideous ghost head.

Mr. Qin still has two things hanging from his waist, a black leather bag on the left and a quaint copper wine jug on the right.

I could see that the little spear was very calm, and Mr. Qin was a little flustered.

The spectators under the stage were all staring at each other.

"Let's get started." The little spear arched his hand at Mr. Qin.

As soon as the little spear's words fell, Mr. Qin just seized the opportunity, reached out and grabbed something from the black leather bag, and threw it towards the little spear!

My eyes widened, and I saw that what was thrown out by Mr. Qin was actually a few swollen and plump soybeans.

The soybean did not hit the body of the little spear, but fell to the ground about ten meters away from the little spear, and then a burst of white mist rose.

From the white mist, several strange-looking people wearing yellow clothes and yellow pants, with teapot lid hairstyles on their heads, rushed out and pounced on the little spear.

"Scatter beans into soldiers!" I exclaimed, when Mr. Qin prevented me and my parents from leaving Tashan Village, he used this demon method.

The onlookers also shouted in horror when they saw such a strange scene.

But in the next second, the little spear just blew lightly, and those people in yellow turned into a puff of white smoke and disappeared.

"This kind of three-legged cat method can't be called Wang Chan Ancestor's bean-scattering soldiers! It's just an ecstasy stinking liquid mixed with the urine of wild wasps and raccoon dogs, soaked in the soybeans, and then thrown out, which is just a trick to make people see hallucinatory visions. Xiao Xiyue said disdainfully.

The old child also echoed Xiao Xiyue, saying that this is just a magic trick, and Mr. Qin is not as good as those artists who play ancient tricks in their pear orchard.

And as the two of them said, next, Mr. Qin took out all kinds of strange things from his black leather bag one after another and threw them at the little spear.

Iron nails become evil spirits, tree bark becomes ferocious beasts, and scales become vipers.

But the little spear stood there calmly, without any spears, blowing a breath and brushing the hem of the costume, and those terrifying things turned into white smoke and disappeared.

I smacked my lips when I saw it, this Mr. Qin is too weak, and it is useless to engage in these bells and whistles!

And the little spear also began to provoke Mr. Qin, asking him to show a little bit of real skills, otherwise this fighting method would be too boring, and the little spear would fall asleep.

Mr. Qin's face turned pale with anger, and he immediately raised his hand and took off the quaint wine jug pinned to his waist.

Mr. Qin raised the flask and poured the liquor in front of him.

But the crystal clear liquor was condensed in the air without falling, and it also gathered into a boxy shape, as if it was contained by several invisible wine glasses!

Immediately, Mr. Qin picked up the wine jug, directly pointed it at the spout, and poured a large mouthful into his stomach.

"Big-headed ghosts, small-headed ghosts, hanged ghosts, drowned ghosts, bent ghosts, resentful ghosts...... Come on! Drink! Drink! Mr. Qin said into the air in front of him.

This scene is extremely weird, this Mr. Qin, as if he is beckoning many lonely souls and wild ghosts to drink with him!

In the next second, from all sides of the stage, many yin winds that made people feel cold and piercing blew over, and those yin winds converged in one place above the stage, and then swept away towards the little magic spear!

"Oh! The one surnamed Qin is going to detain the soul and attract ghosts! The housekeeping skills of the corpse bearer! The old child exclaimed.

Seeing that the yin wind was coming towards him, the little spear unhurriedly stuck the spear upside down on the ground, and then reached into the inner hem of his costume and took out something.

It was a short wooden stick with a strip of white cloth tied to it.

"You're here too." The little spear smiled, looking at the swept wind.

Then, the wooden stick tied with a strip of white cloth in the little sharpshooter's hand waved violently, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Fortune at first sight!" ”

The yin wind stopped whistling in an instant, made a big circle in mid-air, and fled extremely quickly!

This time, I don't need Xiao Xiyue to explain it to me, I also know that the stick in the hand of the little spear is the mourning stick in the hand of Master Bai Impermanence Xie Bi'an.

"You are here too" and "Fortune at first sight" are also the mantras of Bai Wuchang, which are often written on the long hat on the top of his head.

Black and white impermanence is dedicated to hooking the soul of the living and detaining the souls of the dead, and those lonely souls and wild ghosts recruited by Mr. Qin, when they saw the crying stick of Bai Impermanence, they must have been frightened and fled in embarrassment.

And Mr. Qin's methods were easily broken by the small spear one after another, and his face became more and more ugly.

"What, is there still a trick? If not, it's my turn. The little sharpshooter said with a smile.

Immediately, the little spear didn't even use the Dao method, but just rushed towards Mr. Qin with the flower spear, and his body looked like electricity!

Mr. Qin hurriedly pulled out to dodge, but the spear in the little sharpshooter's hand still tore the silk shirt on Mr. Qin's body, and he almost injured his flesh.

Mr. Qin fled in a circle around the stage in embarrassment, and the little spear chased after him.

When the onlookers saw this scene, they all cheered loudly for the little spear.

At this time, the old woman sitting there, Mr. Qin's mother, let out a long sigh and said, "Xiao Qin, you have disappointed me too much. ”

Hearing the old woman's words, Mr. Qin immediately stopped, turned around, smacked his teeth viciously, glared at the little spear, and looked like he was about to be ruthless.

Then, Mr. Qin picked up the short knife with the handle of the ghost head knife in his hand, cut off a few strands of his hair, opened his mouth, put his fingers into his mouth, and bit off his fingernails with his teeth.

Seeing Mr. Qin make this move, all of a sudden, Xiao Xiyue and the old child's faces turned white.

"Is he going to ......" The old child looked at Xiao Xiyue in horror.

And Uncle Jiu, who was standing in front of us, was even more nervous and excited, shouting at the little spear at the top of his voice: "Young class master! Be careful! This time it's no joke! The one surnamed Qin is going to use the blood to spare eight waxes! ”()

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