Following.

Three poles on the sun.

Ling Muyun knew that today's battle was against Zhi Miaoyin.

After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't think of a way to crack it.

I dismantled two balls of cotton at random, mixed them with vegetable oil and stuffed them into my ears.

Can't hear, don't bother.

When entering the venue, the auditorium was filled early.

Especially the VIP seats, which were full.

Ling Muyun raised his head and looked around, in addition to the Heavenly Master's Mansion and Jia Nianxi, he also saw Yao Chang.

I don't know if it was because of Daqin that he was given a seat.

Waving his hand at it, Yao Chang got up and nodded slightly, counting it as a response.

In the seat next to Yao Chang was a bhikshuni.

Gorgeous robes, shining golden in the sun.

Because of the cotton stuffed in his ears, Ling Muyun's afterglow swept all the way to the gong.

The meeting came a little late.

The dress is very plain, coupled with the thin body, thrown in the pile, it is invisible.

"Donor, wonderful courtesy!" Miaohui put his hands together and made a Buddhist ritual.

Ling Muyun couldn't hear it, he could only watch its movements, and he also bowed back to the Taoist family.

"Heavenly Master Mansion Ling Muyun, polite!"

Miao will have a meaningful expression.

Only one day, Ling Muyun, who was unknown to the Ling clan in Dingbei, became a disciple of the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

It just so happened that the disciples of the Heavenly Master's Mansion were defeated in a grand manner.

The half style that reported to the teacher and respected the Miaoyin that year.

"Dang!"

The sound of gongs was heard throughout the audience.

The audience, who was still bustling around, quietly quieted down and sat on the spot.

"Did you hear that? That nun is a closed disciple of Master Miaoyin, the current national teacher, presumably, there is no suspense! ”

"The young man opposite her, he only knew how to dodge yesterday, and I don't know if he can dodge today!"

"Not necessarily, yesterday the second meeting, in a word, the four cultivators of the sixth and seventh realms stood on the spot, like wooden stakes."

"If I knew that it was a second meeting, I shouldn't have bought this admission card, there is no suspense."

There was a lot of talk in the stands.

Everyone shares their opinions and what they saw yesterday in the hope of being recognized by others.

"The Buddha said, "Don't do it!"

Miao saw that Ling Muyun had been standing there and was the first to strike.

Ling Muyun thought that Miao Hui was still saying hello.

Hurry up and give your hand.

"Huh?"

It's just that the spell didn't work, is the opponent bullying?

Miao Hui frowned: "The Buddha said: Nonsense! ”

Seeing that Miao Hui clasped his hands together again, Ling Muyun wondered.

She's already shot!

"Senior brother, Mu Yun is motionless, like a second fool, what are you doing?" Yu Tong Zhenren asked Zhang Tianshi next to him puzzled.

"Haha! This disciple of mine has a wise heart! Say what you say, follow what you say, if you don't listen, who will go to her? Zhang Tianshi patted Yu Tong Zhenren's shoulder: "At that time, I fought with Zhi Miaoyin, if I thought of this, I didn't have to suffer so much." ”

Zhi Miaoyin in the audience slowly stood up.

Say what you say, and be cracked like this?

Was it someone pointing out, or was it unintentional?

"Since the labor-saving method doesn't work, you can only use the real thing!" Miao Hui waved the Buddha beads in his hand and scattered them in the air: "Heavenly Dragons, Humans and Non-Humans, Heavens: Hell." ”

With the words of the Buddha, the Buddha beads turned into a door in the air.

Dark and shiny, with two skeletons carved on the door, it looks very penetrating.

With a squeak, half a slit open.

A ghost cultivator who looked like a demon but shone with golden light held a mourning stick and squeezed out through the crack in the door.

"The evil law that Senior Brother said!" Yu Tong Zhenren stared at Zhi Miaoyin for no reason: "The Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragons, the Heavenly Beings, the Two Dragons, the Three Yakshas, the Four Gandavas, the Five Asuras, the Six Garudas, the Seven Kinaras, and the Eight Maharajas. Zhi Miaoyin is a series, and he has cultivated the hell path of the six realms of heaven and earth! ”

"And the Devil Dao!" Zhang Tianshi added.

The ears cannot stop, they can only see with the eyes.

The yin qi is monstrous.

Even if there is a Buddha's light to cover it, it still can't hide the evil spirit of the "Rakshasa ghost".

"Palm Thunder!"

Ling Muyun's thunder flashed, and several palms rushed straight towards Miaohui.

The Rakshasa ghost floated around, meeting the thunder in his palm with a mourning stick.

The yin qi disperses, and the thunder light falls.

Miao Hui motioned to Ling Muyun to pick the cotton in his ear: "The monks don't speak, I don't use words anymore!" ”

Ling Muyun smiled: "Master Miaohui's technique, I really have no way to break it, so I used tricks. ”

"With a few palm thunders, I'm afraid I won't be able to win! Poor Ni wanted to see Ling Daoyou's true methods. ”

Miao Hui clasped his hands, opened the door in the air, and opened again.

A slightly larger Rakshasa ghost was squeezed out of it, and two mourning sticks were taken.

As soon as he appeared, he beat the first Rakshasa ghost to death.

It turns into yin qi, enters the water, and injects it into one's own body.

"I have ten thunders, I don't know how powerful it is, please meet the mage in seconds, and give me some guidance."

Ling Muyun's handprint.

"Yushu!"

Thunderfall.

Hit the nail on the head.

The Rakshasa ghost dodged, holding up the mourning stick with both hands, and resisted the jade shulei.

"Boom!"

Yin Qi is sheng!

Under the thunder, it turned into dust and drifted away.

"No wonder I'm going to accept you into the Heavenly Master's Mansion in a while, there are really two brushes!"

Miao Hui folded his hands again and changed his position to cross his knees.

The door was half pulled open.

Out of it came a mask-wearing rakshasa ghost in the front and back, and the mourning stick in his hand was six feet long.

"Shenxiao!"

The gods thundered.

The Rakshasa ghost only waved the mourning stick, and a cloud of yin qi rose from the door and collided with the divine thunder in the air.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the entire venue, including the audience, shook violently.

"I already have the power of a great grandmaster!"

"Have you ever met the Grand Master? I think I have the power of a pseudo-grandmaster! ”

"It's true that compared to ordinary Six Realms and Seven Realm cultivators, the spells are more subtle!"

The audience began to talk again.

"Master Ling, you have used the three forms, it's time for the poor nun!" Miao Hui folded his palms and bowed his head.

The moment his forehead touched the ground, a ripple spread.

The Rakshasa ghost in mid-air "swished", and the mourning stick came straight to Ling Muyun with thousands of crying sounds.

"Big hole!"

Ling Muyun took one step and dodged a blow, and the big hole thunder fell in response.

"Boom!"

It smashed right in the back of the rakshasa ghost.

"Squeak"

With a strange scream, the Rakshasa Ghost hurriedly turned around, dodged back to the top of Miaohui's head, and sat cross-legged in the air as well.

"Useless stuff!"

Goodbye.

Two ripples spread out like water waves.

A white light and shadow emerged from the ground.

It is almost the same as the Rakshasa ghost in the air, except for the color.

"Xiandu!"

Ten thunders, the fourth thunder!

I saw that the fairy sound was accompanied, and the dark red divine thunder landed again.

Extremely fast.

The two rakshasas spun up and down, wrapping the divine thunder in the whirlpool.

In less than three breaths, the divine thunder dissipated, and the Rakshasa ghost crossed his knees again.

There are only white rakshasa ghosts, sitting in front of the wonderful meeting.

Ling Muyun did not launch the Divine Thunder again.

Subconsciously, he felt that another fifth thunder would still not have much effect.

"Master Ling, be careful!"