Murong Canghai was not at ease in vain, and he was not interested in arguing with Liang Kuan, who had beaten a rake, and directly slashed two palms of thunder, but he was blocked by a puppet again.

The two dolls look like they're made of some kind of special wood, and they're not at all afraid of the bombardment of thunder in their palms.

Liang Kuan hid behind the two dolls, and a silk thread formed by spiritual power poked out between the fingers of each of his hands, and the other end of the spiritual power silk thread was connected to the joints of the two dolls.

Through these spiritual threads, Liang Kuan manipulated the two puppets as flexibly as if they were living people.

This sinister and despicable old guy turned out to be an extremely rare puppeteer.

Murong Canghai was a little surprised in his heart.

The puppeteer is a branch of the Trick Technique, which was originally one of the hundred schools of thought thousands of years ago, the Mo family's unique practice method.

At that time, the Mo family was also one of the prominent sects in the matter, and although its strength was not comparable to the old sects such as Qiankun Guan and the Great Compassion Temple, it was also on par with the newly rising Shushan for a period of time.

The Mohists and Shushan Confucianism were at odds with each other, and the two were born to look at each other at odds, so they often fought. In the end, it was Shushan that was even better, completely suppressed the Mo family, and took advantage of the situation to become a five-peer holy place on a par with Qiankun Temple, Great Compassion Temple, Demon Temple, and Wuzong.

After being defeated in the struggle against Shushan, the disciples of the Mo family were disheartened, and most of them lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests. A small number of disciples chose to join the Qiankun Concept, which was more closely related.

Thousands of years have passed, and those Mo disciples who escaped into the mountains and forests at the beginning are estimated to have turned their bones to ashes.

However, because of the strict cultivation requirements of the Mo family's peerless machine technique, and at the same time, it is extremely difficult to find production materials, and now there are only a few people in the Qiankun Temple who are still practicing this exercise.

I didn't expect to meet a wild one tonight.

Monks who practice puppetry are called puppeteers, and the puppeteers themselves do not have any powerful means, but rely on the dolls they make.

Different crafting techniques, materials, and inscribed runes will give the puppet different attributes and abilities. Those who do not know will often be caught off guard and suffer a big loss.

But Murong Canghai is not among them.

Seeing that the palm thunder could not cause damage to the puppet, Murong Canghai no longer wasted his efforts, and when the ten fingers of both hands changed the magic technique, a bright yellow flame ignited from the palm of his hand.

"Hey, hey, the three flavors of true fire refine everything in the world, but it's a pity that the calf's nose is not cultivated enough, so it can only be forcibly urged***. This bit of heat is okay for roasting chickens and ducks, but it is useless for the old man's iron and wood gods."

Liang Kuan sneered with a strange smile while controlling the two puppets to rush towards Murong Canghai.

In the face of Liang Kuan's taunt, Murong Canghai turned a deaf ear, first retreated a few steps to dodge the attack of the two puppets, and then the flaming palms made half a circle in front of his chest to form a circle of flames.

"Heaven and earth are infinite, and Qiankun borrows the law - Golden Crow Purgatory!"

As soon as the words of chanting the mantra fell, countless golden crows made of pseudo-three-flavored true fire rushed out from the flame ring, and crashed towards the two puppets overwhelmingly.

This trick was used by Murong Qiushui in front of the Immortal Division, but Murong Qiushui needed to use the rune paper drawn in advance to perform it, while Murong Canghai could use it with only his handprints and magic tricks.

Although they are the same moves, the power of the two is not the same.

Murong Qiushui could only release dozens of golden crows formed by ordinary flames, but at this time, the golden crows released by Murong Canghai were formed by pseudo-three-flavor true fire, although the temperature was not comparable to the real three-flavor true fire, it was also much stronger than ordinary flames.

And the most important thing is that the number of golden crows released by Murong Canghai is even larger, and more than a hundred have already rushed out of the flame ring in the blink of an eye.

The temperature is not enough, and the quantity is to make up.

One Golden Crow can't refine a puppet, so there are dozens... A hundred...

The golden crow crashed into the doll's body and exploded into countless small flames, which not only did not go out, but stuck to the doll's body like maggots on the tarsal bones.

In an instant, more than a hundred golden crows exploded, wrapping the two dolls into flaming fire figures.

Bang... Bang... Bang...

The high temperature caused the two dolls to begin to hear a continuous sound of wood cracking, like firecrackers set off during the Chinese New Year.

Iron wood is also wood, as long as it is wood, it is afraid of fire. This is the law of heaven and earth that cannot be changed or reversed.

The sound of explosions became more and more intense, and after a while, the two puppets could not withstand the violent burning, and they shattered and scattered.

Although he successfully burned the two dolls, Murong Canghai was not comfortable, and at this time, his forehead was already slightly sweaty, and his breathing was a little heavier.

"Hey, hey, the little calf has a bit of a skill, but he underestimated you a little before, come again."

In the strange laughter, Liang Kuan on the opposite side flicked his sleeves again.

Four black shadows flew out of its sleeves, swelling and deforming in midair, and when they landed, they turned into four identical dolls.

"The old man wants to see if the calf's nose can burn a few ironwood gods. Don't worry, these old men have nothing to do, and they have made hundreds of puppets, which will definitely make you burn enough calf's nose."

Entering the Hou Mansion, Rong Fei activated his spiritual powers, and found that the two people guarding the west and north sides were still standing in place, and they had no intention of coming in, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Qu Hao and Liang Kuan who had met earlier should be both realm cultivators, and the cultivation of the other two is estimated to be not much worse. At this time, his side has run out of hole cards, but there is no helper who can stop these two for him.

But Rong Fei was just relieved, there was a real big boss in the Hou Mansion to face.

After reconfirming that there was no one else in the Hou Mansion at this time except for himself, Chang Gaoyuan, and the old man who was pretending to sleep in the corridor pavilion, Rong Fei lifted his spirits and walked towards the middle courtyard.

"Uncle Fencheng came to the door in the middle of the night, I don't know what to teach."

Seeing Rong Fei coming out of the shadows, Chang Gaoyuan, who had been waiting for a long time, asked in a deep voice.

"Ling Gongzi Chang Huaien is involved in a case, and this arrest wants to take him back to the yamen for interrogation. Handle the case according to law, and don't be embarrassed by Wangjing's long-term wait."

At this time, Rong Fei finally stopped hiding his purpose.

"Oh? Although Xiao'er is stubborn, he has always obeyed the law, but he doesn't know what case he is involved in.

"The facts of the case are confidential and inconvenient to disclose. Master Hou should let Ling Gongzi come out as soon as possible."

"But it's unfortunate that Xiao'er is not in the house at this time, so he let Fencheng Bokong run away."

"That's not interesting, old Gao. I assure you, just ask about the case, and release him immediately after asking, and I will never touch half of your precious son's hair. Hurry up and tell Chang Huaien to come out, hurry up and come back in time for breakfast."

"Ben Hou said, people are not in the house, please go back to Fenchengbo."

"It doesn't matter if you say it when you're not there, you have to be searched by Ben Zhu himself."

"Rong Fei, don't be embarrassed."

Seeing that Rong Fei would never give up until he reached his goal, Chang Gaoyuan finally gave up hope for a peaceful settlement, and raised his spear to point directly at Rong Fei's face, and the monstrous killing intent accumulated over the years of fighting on the battlefield burst out, and the hairs on Rong Fei's whole body stood up.