Feng Tianyang glanced at Zhang Zhiwei's sleeve, the corners of his eyes twitched, he took a deep breath, and said:

"Senior Brother Zhang is bright, then I'm not welcome!"

With that, he stretched out his hand and pinched a spell, and a piercing scream sounded in the air one after another.

Subsequently, in the woods outside the field, some objects flew out of thin air, including a gossip table, an offering table, colorful magic robes, a strangely shaped scimitar magic weapon, two golden bells, several talismans, and even five animal sacrifices such as pig's head and cow's head......

Outside the martial arts arena, many people watched this scene with shocked expressions.

"What's going on, why did so many things fly out of thin air, is it going to be held in the martial arts arena?"

"These things seem to have been hidden in the woods in advance, what kind of means is this, carrying Dafa?"

"Look, the pig's head is still dripping blood!"

Among the younger generation, some people are puzzled, they can't cultivate to their homes, and they can't see the mystery clearly with their naked eyes.

But Zhang Zhiwei has a Taoist eye, and he can see clearly, those objects floating out of thin air are illusory ghosts, and they are carrying objects.

Looking at the bloody pig head and cow head, Zhang Zhiwei smiled: "You went to loot the kitchen of the Lu family?" ”

"It's not just the kitchen!" Feng Tianyang said with a smile.

"Oh, interesting!"

"There's no way, Senior Brother Zhang's cultivation is profound, if you don't put the altar, I will never be able to defeat you!"

Feng Tianyang was not embarrassed at all, and controlled the little ghosts to carry all kinds of materials into the arena, and quickly set up the altar.

"But how long will it take you to set up the altar?" Zhang Zhiwei asked, if it takes a few hours, he is not in the mood to spend it.

Feng Tianyang said: "My Liangshan witch is a small sect, and the altar in the door is far less powerful than the authentic altar of Xuanmen, but it is fast to win, just give me a quarter of an hour!" ”

"Then give you a quarter of an hour!"

……

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And this scene also caused an uproar outside the venue.

"So this is for the sake of setting up the altar?"

Whether it is the older generation or the younger generation, they all cast strange eyes.

Just a martial arts exercise, you actually want to open the altar?

"Will it be too much to open the altar during the competition, even if it wins, it will not be glorious!" Lu Jin, who was watching the battle from behind, said.

Lu Ci sneered: "Hmph, as long as you can win, who cares if your means are disgraceful, this kid is very scheming, he actually wants to see the Taoist altar soldiers, so his words are a little arrogant, if you can see the altar soldiers, if you lose, you will be defeated, if you can't see it, if you can have the opportunity to defeat Senior Brother Zhang, then you will also become famous, and he is also very profitable, anyway, no matter what, he will not lose!" ”

"Senior Brother Zhang has taken the offer, if the other party opens the altar, can Senior Brother Zhang fight?" Lu Jin asked.

Lu Ci had already turned into a little fan brother, and said with a reasonable face: "I think it will be very easy, you see, Senior Brother Zhang has rolled down one sleeve, I guess I want to beat him with one hand!" ”

Saying that, Lu Ci glanced at Lu Jin, "It's like beating you!" ”

Lu Jin glared at Lu Ci angrily: "You are different? ”

Lu Ci replied: "Where is the same?" When I competed with Senior Brother Zhang, both of his sleeves were rolled up! ”

"Ah...... What's the difference? ”

……

Lu Ren silently distanced himself from Lu Jin and his stupid brother.

"Feng Tianyang, you embarrassed little brute, you hurry up and give it to me!"

The elders raised by Feng Tianyang shouted angrily, what is the practice of opening the altar during the competition, what is this like, it is too unscrupulous, he, who is a master, cannot afford to lose this person.

"Brother Feng, don't be angry, young man, it's normal to be competitive!" Lu Jin's father, Lu Xuan, said.

Then Lu Xuan looked at Zhang Jingqing: "Heavenly Master, what do you think?" ”

"Since my thug has agreed, just do it!" Zhang Jingqing said in a deep voice.

Zuo Ruotong picked up a cup of tea: "This competition is getting more and more interesting!" ”

On the martial arts arena, under the orderly fiddling of a group of imps, the altar was quickly set up.

Feng Tianyang stood in front of an offering table, holding two master knives, wearing a wizard's robe, wearing a yaksha-like mask, raising his hand to cast the Liangshan witch spell, and at the same time stepping on Yu steps, reciting the mantra, holding the two master knives in his hands high above his head, and the blades of the blades were slashed and pulled.

The sound of "dingdingding" was accompanied by the harsh grinding sound of the blades clashing, and the treacherous practice of the Wudao lineage began.

Zhang Zhiwei set his eyes on the magic weapon called the master knife in Feng Tianyang's hand.

Shi knife, also known as bell knife, ring knife, is Man, Zhuang, Miao, Yao, Dong, Tujia, Han and other ethnic groups to shake the body of the musical instrument. It is called Hama knife in Manchu language, and shaman knife in Northeast China.

The back, tip, and handle of this knife are drilled with a number of small holes, and three to five small iron rings are worn in the small holes, so when they dance, they will make the sound of jingling bells.

Like Taoist practices, this kind of thing is generally not engaged, and most of them are peach wood swords or seven-star magic swords.

In general, it is enough to use a peachwood sword, but if it is a very grand ritual that requires hundreds or thousands of people to do it together, Taoists will often invite the seven-star magic sword of the town faction to perform.

This kind of town faction magic sword, there is one in Longhu Mountain, it is the three or five male and female evil sword in the three treasures of the heavenly master handed down by the ancestor Zhang Daoling, this sword has been enshrined in the dojo for nearly two thousand years.

As for the true appearance of this magic sword, Zhang Zhiwei has never seen it, and this treasure will not be invited out until the time of life and death in Longhu Mountain.

Soon, a quarter of an hour was coming to an end.

The practice of Feng Tianyang was also coming to an end, and the terrifying and oppressive atmosphere swept around, not only in the martial arts arena, but also in the entire courtyard.

"Dingding......

The sound of the bell emitted by the master knife is ethereal, monotonous, without any rhythm but straight into the heart, each stroke brings the resonance of the air, the eardrum, the scalp, and even deep into the bones, with the bell sound, jumping and trembling.

The yaksha-like mask on Feng Tianyang's face became more and more hideous, and his dancing movements became more and more exaggerated, more and more abstract, as strange as a picture drawing.

"Are you coming? It's that kind of medium again, please go down to the altar and the heavenly soldiers will come, will you also borrow from that medium? Zhang Zhiwei muttered to himself.

When I looked up, I saw a lot of dense blood stains blooming in the sky.

Feng Tianyang raised his sword high and pointed at Zhang Zhiwei.

A terrible ghost scream sounded, and the blood stains in the air rushed towards Zhang Zhiwei.

These blood marks, those who are not highly cultivated in the field can not see clearly, but Zhang Zhiwei can see clearly, they are constantly writhing, three-foot-sized blood-colored human shapes.

"This is a kind of spirit specially offered by me in the Liangshan Witchcraft, called the Broken Law Filthy Spirit, which is condensed from an extremely filthy place, invisible to the naked eye, and cannot be attacked by physical means, they can pollute the magic weapon and mana, Senior Brother Zhang, I know that your Golden Light Mantra of Longhu Mountain is a must, but don't be touched!"

Dense blood-colored figures flew through the air, but they did not cause the slightest stir in the air.

"Physically inaccessible? You can still break my golden light, I'm going to try! ”

Zhang Zhiwei did not dodge or dodge, and let the blood shadow impact wantonly.

Dozens of blood-colored figures hugged the tall Zhang Zhiwei like zombies coming out of the cage, and bursts of voices like sulfuric acid corrosion sounded.

These blood-colored figures frantically hit the golden light, but Zhang Zhiwei was as stable as Mount Tai, and the golden light did not tremble.

This law-breaking filthy spirit does have the effect of breaking the law, but this effect is not obvious when it comes to Zhang Zhiwei.

These dozens of Broken Spirits were almost annihilated, but they didn't even burn through the skin of the golden light, but only left a little bit of blood on the surface of the golden light.

However, ordinary people can't see the clue of this scene, because they can't see the figure of the law-breaking spirit, they can only see Zhang Zhiwei's golden light covering his body, with a faint blood glow all around him, and the golden light gurgling, but there is nothing unusual.

"The idea is very good, it does restrain the body protection method similar to the Golden Light Spell, but the means are a little shallow!"

Zhang Zhiwei's body was shocked, the golden light spread, and all the law-breaking filthy spirits were instantly wiped out.

Then, his mind moved, and the golden light stained with blood around him turned into a golden bean.

With a flick of his fingers, the golden bean broke out of the air and pointed directly at the eyebrows raised by Feng Tianyang.

But at the moment when he was about to hit, in front of Feng Tianyang, a tall and mighty general suddenly appeared, blocking the blow for Feng Tianyang.

This military general is wearing gold armor, with a five-colored flag behind his back, and his face is painted blue and white, like a play on the stage, and he is also depressed when he opens his mouth.

"I am the Dharma Lord sitting down the gods, my Lord Dharma is here, and the Taoists are not going to bow down quickly!"

"Divine general?"

Zhang Zhiwei took a look, and saw that the general's body was slightly illusory, composed of clear qi, but there was a demon hidden in the clear qi.

"This is the heavenly soldier of the lower altar, the rampant general of the five rampant soldiers and horses, since there are rampant generals, then there should also be rampant soldiers!"

As soon as Zhang Zhiwei's words fell, in front of the altar, Feng Tianyang danced again, dancing a strange sacrificial dance.

Between the swirling steps, the vestments were unfurled, and the bell rang.

At the same time, one after another rampant soldiers emerged from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, they blocked the entire martial arts arena.

These heavenly soldiers under the altar, five rampant soldiers and horses, all had cold eyes, staring directly at Zhang Zhiwei.

There is no need to talk nonsense, the big war is about to break out.