The demon banner became a child and mother flag, one big and one small, the child flag finally broke through the defense, released a cloud of ghost mist, and hit Zhiyuan Zhenren, and Zhiyuan Zhenren was also at the same time, urging the green dragon and seriously injuring the mother flag, Dashou knew that if he continued to fight, he would not be able to win, so it was better to take this opportunity to stop as soon as possible.

Da Shou took a step back, withdrew the Zimu flag, put away the mana, put his hands together, and recited the Buddha's name, "Om Ma Ma Bang Mi Mi! The real mana is strong, and the poor monk has been taught!"

Zhiyuan Zhenren also put away the golden talisman, shook off the dust, and saluted with one hand, he was hit by Ziwan, and the injury was not light, so he deliberately endured the injury, and said loudly: "Western Regions thaumaturgy, it really deserves its reputation, and the poor road has been taught!"

The deacon Taoist took the stage and announced helplessly: "The second game is still a draw, and the third game, uh, who are we going to send to Lingyunguan in the third game?"

The disciples of Lingyunguan were silent, and only listened to Zhang Zhenren say lightly: "My lord, today's discussion of the Tao is a Han discussion, and it can't all be represented by Lingyunguan on behalf of the Middle Earth Daomen, otherwise it will be spread out in the future, and I am afraid that there will be criticism among this Daomen, saying that Lingyunguan is bullying fellow Daoists and bullying the weak." ”

Master Zhou was puzzled: "Then according to the opinion of real people, what should it be?"

Zhang Zhenren glanced at the stone standing beside Wang Gonggong, and said with a smile: "There is a descendant of the Shangqing faction of Maoshan in the current view, Zhao Shishi, although he is young, but the Taoism is strong, the day before yesterday the stubborn offender, the stone thunder split the spirit tree, the day of Jiao, and broke the ghost fog, saved the father-in-law, at this time can compete with the monks, one can raise the prestige of my Middle Earth Daomen, and the other can also pass on the name of the Maoshan faction, in order to show that Lingyunguan does not mean to bully fellow Taoists." ”

Lord Zhou hesitated for a moment, "This-" glanced at the prince, the princess looked disdainful, and thought, I don't know what kind of heart this old Dao'an has, doesn't this want this stone to be sent to death?

"Although Zhang Zhenren is reasonable, but our family thinks that it depends on the old and young compared to the Taoist method, although the stone is a little creative, but after all, he is young, but he is just a child, and he is afraid that there is something wrong with the competition. The prince refused.

Shi had already heard Zhang Zhenren's words, and his heart was uneasy for a while, and he didn't speak.

Zhang Zhenren said with a smile: "My father-in-law doesn't know anything, and he learns the Tao from the elderly, regardless of the young and old." ”

The prince still refuses to let go, although he has been in the palace for many years, and has served as the chief eunuch of the celebrant and eunuch, he is used to seeing countless conspiracies and tricks, but for the child of the stone, he must not watch him go to a bottomless trap.

The two sides were deadlocked, and Lord Zhou had no choice but to mediate, saying: "Don't argue between the two, what you said, the official naturally understands, why don't we ask Shishi's opinion, if he refuses to come to power, Lingyunguan will send someone again, if he is willing, then the father-in-law will not have to argue, just talk about the Tao, and it will not hurt his life!"

The two sides agreed, and the prince stood up and said solemnly to the stone: "Stone, don't be afraid, our family is here, our family is the master for you, if you refuse to come to power, no one can force you, you say something?"

The stone was extremely nervous, his head was lowered, he was afraid of losing his master's face on stage, and he felt even more embarrassed if he didn't go on stage, his palms were sweaty, and the obsidian became hotter and hotter.

"Stone, tell our family, would you like to come to power?" the prince's tone was much softer.

The stone finally spoke in a low voice, "Willing, willing." I don't know where the courage came from, and after saying that, the stone was so scared that he regretted it.

Wang Gonggong sighed and sat back in his seat, Zhang Zhenren breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and waved his hand at the deacon.

Deacon Daoist stood on the stage for a long time, and finally could announce, "In the third scene, Maoshan sent Zhao Shi to Master Dameng!"

Master Dameng was tall and strong, with a ruddy complexion, a square face and a wide mouth, and he flew down on the Dharma platform, shaking the Dharma platform for a while.

The stone had no choice but to bite the bullet, ran down from the stands, and went up the steps to the platform.

The people in the audience all felt funny, this Maoshan sect stone can't even fly and move, and even dares to challenge the monks of the Western Regions, it's really a shame! Song Weizhuang stood in the crowd, heard the name of the stone, and still didn't believe it, until he saw the short figure of the stone, he was stunned, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Master Dameng clasped his palms together and saluted, "Little master, what a offense!"

The stone will not be polite, and he said the blessing of the ancestor in his heart, lowered his head, and said, "Come on!"

Zhang Zhenren felt proud in his heart, he didn't care if he won or lost, as long as he killed the stone, he would achieve the goal of killing people with a knife, and the Maoshan faction would eventually be destroyed in his hands, and he sneered in his heart.

Wang Gonggong felt anxious for a while, he didn't understand how this little kid dared to come on stage, the first two monks were so terrifying, was he really not afraid of death?

When Da Meng heard what the stone said, he was secretly surprised, he looked young, could it really be hidden? Thinking about it, the palms were separated, and between the hands, a black iron rod appeared, called the "god mastiff stick", which was cast with the dark iron of the snow-capped mountains, and fed with mastiff blood day and night, and was cultivated for three years, and the whole body was covered with blood spots, seven feet long, the bowl mouth was thick, the momentum was strong and heavy, and the stone was broken to open the mountain.

Da Meng roared, waved the mastiff stick in his hand, flew towards the stone, the stone recited a spell, held obsidian in his left hand, and took out a boneless jade sword from the stone in his right hand, this sword was given by the toad for ten thousand years, wrapped in a layer of faint green light, flickering bright and dark, three feet long, no sharp and sharp, no light and bright, no steel and hard, no gas and moving.

Zhang Zhenren frowned when he saw the boneless jade sword, and thought to himself, this small stone is really not simple, this sword is not small, and it has never been seen, but how to look at it, the sword body is vaguely wrapped in a layer of extremely heavy yin qi, I am afraid that it is not a decent treasure.

The prince was originally anxious, but when he saw the stone actually take out a sword from the black stone, he was really overjoyed and secretly applauded.

Da Meng's mastiff stick smashed with the sound of the wind, the stone waved the boneless jade sword and gently blocked, after a metal crisp sound, it blocked the attack of the mastiff stick, the sword took advantage of the situation, and then attacked Da Meng, the stone's swordsmanship is quite skilled, but it is too nervous, and can only play three or four successes, obviously at a disadvantage.

"Good swordsmanship!" the garrison Liu Yanlang exclaimed.

Zhang Zhenren saw that the stone showed a set of amazing swordsmanship on the stage, not only successfully blocked the fierce attack of the mastiff stick, but even sometimes had the upper hand, although he was pressed by the mastiff stick step by step, and the foot of the stone was a little unstable, but this was because the stone Shenyuan was not enough, and the mana was not pure, otherwise, Da Meng would not have a chance.

"This, this is the long-lost pure yang sword technique?" Zhang Zhenren exclaimed, with a burst of suspicion in his stomach, the legend of the pure yang sword technique was created by the immortal Lu Dongbin, a total of seven hundred and forty-nine styles, subduing demons and eliminating demons, the power is amazing, but it has long been lost in the world.

The prince couldn't help but applaud and was overjoyed.

The people in the audience also exclaimed, this was too unexpected for them, Song Weizhuang never imagined that this seemingly thin little stone would have such a method, and after a period of confusion in his heart, he turned to shout for the stone, attracting everyone's sideways.

Da Meng and the stone stick to the sword, fighting for a while, found that the opponent's strength is insufficient, but the swordsmanship is very subtle, every time the mastiff stick is forced to a desperate place, can always turn the danger into a disaster, a little annoyed, then simply changed his mind, turned around a stick, forced the stone back, chanted a spell in the mouth, the mastiff stick rotated rapidly in the air, forming a wall of wind, from the wall of wind came a roar, only to see a giant beast jumped out of the wall of wind, towards the stone.

That giant beast is a mastiff demon that Da Meng has cultivated for many years, with a red body, long hair and short tail, thick limbs, a low voice, and a cloud of black gas on the top of his head, indicating that this demon has been cultivating for at least five hundred years, and belongs to the black demon among the demons, and his Taoism is not shallow.

The mastiff demon opened its big mouth full of fangs and bit down on the stone, the stone hurriedly swung its sword and struck, the mastiff demon was scratched by the sword, the blood flowed, but it did not retreat, roared and circled around the stone, very fierce, the stone was frightened, his face was pale, his breath was short, and he was tired of coping.

Zhang Zhenren was secretly proud, after all, the stone was young, although he was good at swordsmanship, but he was inexperienced, and now as long as Da Meng pulled out and sneak attacked, the stone would definitely die.

Sure enough, at the same time as the giant beast attacked the stone, Da Meng also leaned down, let out a strange roar, smoke from his mouth and nose, and after a burst of black smoke, Da Meng also turned into a giant mastiff, but the hair was shorter, and he roared in the sky, taking advantage of the stone's unpreparedness, he rushed to the claw and wanted to put the stone to death.

"Oh, it's not good!" the prince shouted from the audience.

The disciples of Lingyunguan also secretly complained to themselves, although Shi Shi was a disciple of the Maoshan faction, but after all, he was a member of the Middle Earth lineage, and he died tragically at the hands of the monks of the Western Regions, which couldn't help but make people feel sad.

The short-haired mastiff approached the stone, and the stone was busy swinging his sword to deal with the mastiff demon under the wind wall, and was defenseless at all, and when he found it, the short-haired mastiff had already jumped up and opened its mouth.

"Ah!" exclaimed the stone, his cry full of despair.

The prince sat on the seat dejectedly, with a sadness in his heart, the scene on the Dharma platform, he couldn't bear to look at it, and he was unwilling to miss it, and whispered: "All the gods, save the little stone, our family will definitely repay the wish and reshape the golden body for you——"

The people in the audience also let out a scream, the timid people quickly closed their eyes, the prince was already about to cry, Zhang Zhenren stared, ready to enjoy this long-awaited scene.

Seeing the short-haired mastiff pounce on him, the obsidian in his left hand was hot for a while, and he instinctively stretched out his left hand and stopped forward, only to hear a thunderclap above the nine heavens, and a thunderbolt on a sunny day fell down the trend, like a hanging river pouring down, like a meteor falling sharply, falling straight on the black stone in the stone's hand, and then there was an explosion.

"Boom!"

After a burst of intense white light, a puff of white smoke rose from the stone's hand, which grew with the wind, enveloping both the stone and the giant beast that Dameng had transformed.

Everyone in the audience was stunned, Wang Gonggong and Lord Zhou glanced at each other, not knowing what happened, Zhang Zhenren was disappointed for a while, and his feelings were not good, his face was blue for a while, and white for a while.

The eight monks in the audience looked at each other, secretly surprised, why is the opponent this time a stinky child, but it is still so thrilling?

No one dared to go up to check, so they had to wait for the white smoke to gradually thin out, and everyone slowly saw that Da Meng had recovered his original appearance, his strong body fell to the ground, struggling to get up, the mastiff stick disappeared, and the mastiff demon was also gone.

The white smoke cleared, and the thin figure of the small stone appeared on the Dharma platform, holding the obsidian in his hand, standing stubbornly in place, his head bowed, and trembling all over.

The deacon Taoist panicked, climbed onto the platform step by step, and announced in public: "In the third game, Maoshan sent Zhao Shisheng to win!"

There was a cheer from the audience, mixed with Song Weizhuang's rough roar and the screams of the prince.