Chapter Seventy-Six: Lightning Rush Thunder Fist!

"Let's hurry up!"

Anxious for Wencai's safety, Uncle Nine quickly ran towards the stage.

The stage is located in the north of the city, not far from Yizhuang, and it only took ten minutes for the three of them to arrive at the stage.

"Bang Bang!"

When I came to the stage, I saw that the lights were bright, and I could imagine how lively it should be, but the reality was that the whole stage was empty, and only Wen Cai was biting the sugar cane and looking at the stage.

"Master, how happy you are to see Wen Cai watching alone!"

Qiusheng, one of Uncle Jiu's two living treasures, pointed to Wen Cai, who was concentrating on watching the play, and said with a smile: "What are you singing to ghosts? You lied to ghosts, you don't even have a ghost." ”

Looking at its proud appearance, he obviously didn't believe that this was a play for ghosts.

Uncle Nine glanced at Qiusheng, took out a few grapefruit leaves from his sleeve, and chuckled: "You didn't open your eyes, of course you can't see it." ”

After that, Uncle Nine pasted the grapefruit leaves in his hand on Qiusheng's eyebrows, turned around and handed Feng Wanli two grapefruit leaves, and said with a smile: "If you stick it on your eyebrows, you can open the eyes of heaven and see ghosts." ”

"Thank you, uncle!"

Feng Wanli carefully looked at the grapefruit leaves, and found that the leaves were very fresh, pinched on his hands, and a faint green water penetrated into the nails, slightly condensed, and pasted the grapefruit leaves on his eyebrows.

It is also strange to say that after the simple grapefruit leaves were pasted on the eyebrows, under the originally empty stage, a dense ghost suddenly appeared, with a pale face and floating feet, which looked very weird.

Qiusheng's eyes are sharp, and he finds the four strangely dressed ghosts at the end of the stage.

These four ghosts were full of yin qi, and they all carried a long sword on their backs, staring closely at the group of ghosts in front of them, as if they were watching over this group of ghosts.

Qiusheng was puzzled in his heart, and couldn't help but ask, "Master, who are the four strange-shaped people in the back?"

Uncle Nine glanced at the four ghosts and explained, "The ghosts are in charge of escorting these ownerless and lonely souls!

At this moment, a female ghost suddenly greeted her, looking at Wencai's figure, with a salivating look.

"Oh no, there's a female ghost who wants to find a voter!"

As soon as he saw this scene, Uncle Nine's face changed slightly.

"What is the Voter?" Feng Wanli Jian frowned slightly, and couldn't help but ask.

Uncle Nine glanced at Feng Wanli and replied, "Of course I want to hang him." ”

"Wow! When did so many people come!"

At the same time, Wen Cai under the stage snorted softly, and after looking around, he suddenly found that he was surrounded by human figures.

The female ghost Xiaoli smiled slightly, covered her mouth and slowly came to Wen Cai, and said with a smile: "You only care about watching the play, of course you don't think there are too many people." ”

Feng Wanli glanced at Qiusheng beside him, and then asked, "Uncle Shi, what should I do now?" Wen Cai was haunted by a ghost!"

"It's still too late, Qiusheng will give me his hand. ”

Uncle Nine suddenly pulled out a red rope, tied it to Qiusheng's arm, and said in his mouth: "After a while, he will follow those ghosts to the eighteenth layer of hell, and he will not be able to save anything." ”

As soon as he heard that he was going to let himself entangle with the ghost, Qiusheng's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but receive: "Master, your Taoism is so high, why don't you go in?"

"This is because the master is very high, and as soon as he entered, he scared them all away, and it would be more troublesome to get in when the time came. ”

Watching the smooth development of the plot, the corners of Feng Wanli's mouth flashed with a hint of joy, in fact, the best person to rescue Wencai was himself, but if he made a move, he would have no excuse to attack the ghost, let go of the ghost, and force Uncle Nine to call his senior brother.

Shi Jian didn't come, how did he get his lightning thunder fist, condense the six products to build the foundation, although I don't know whether one of the six products is the best or the best nine products, but now Feng Wanli doesn't have too many choices.

In order to survive, if Feng Wanli obtains the Lightning Thunder Fist, he must use his life energy to quickly improve, successfully build a foundation, and get rid of the shadow of death.

In the end, Uncle Nine patted Qiusheng on the back and reminded: "People don't commit ghosts, if you pretend not to hear and can't see you catch talents, I will pull the red line and lead you out." Remember that the red rope must not be broken. ”

Looking at Qiusheng who was gradually leaving, Feng Wan's essence was revealed, and sure enough, Uncle Jiu's two living treasure apprentices really did not disappoint themselves, and in the blink of an eye, half of their souls were lost by the female ghost.

"There's a bad guy forcing me to be his wife... ”

The female ghost Xiaoli suddenly showed a pitiful look that I saw pitiful, and pointed to the four ghosts behind her: "They are here to arrest me." ”

"We're just fighting !!"

Qiusheng waved his hand, came directly to the back, and with a shake of his left and right hands, the four yellow talismans had already been attached to the forehead of the ghost.

Feng Wanli touched his chin, and couldn't help but secretly say: "Why are these four ghosts so weak, but they are very strong in dealing with ghosts in the plot, is it possible that they are only good at dealing with ghosts?"

"The ghost is down!!"

Suddenly, I don't know who shouted, and a group of ghosts turned into clusters of light and fled in an instant.

"Oops!"

Uncle Nine snorted, took out a cloth bag, and rushed onto the stage.

"It's a pity that there are so many ghosts!"

According to Feng Wanli's thoughts, of course, a series of fireball techniques directly killed so many ghosts and turned them into precious life energy, but even if it was a ghost thing, Uncle Nine would not be far away to kill, and Feng Wanli also hoped that Uncle Nine would take shelter and not be easily offended.

The ghosts escaped very quickly, even if Uncle Jiu's spell reached the sky, he couldn't catch them all, and after the cloth bag magic weapon only fished out one or two light clusters, the ghosts on the stage were gone, and Qiusheng Wencai also mixed with the female ghost Xiaoli and lost a trace.

"Alas!"

Uncle Nine sighed lightly, walked quickly in front of the ghosts, and gently tore them to remove the talismans from the heads of the four ghosts.

As soon as the ghost cha recovered, his face was hideous, and he kept muttering to the ninth uncle, Feng Wanli knew that this was a ghost who didn't understand human language, and people needed to communicate with him, and he had to eat mud to talk to him.

I don't know how Uncle Nine bewitched the ghosts, and the four ghosts obediently followed behind Uncle Nine and walked in the direction of Yizhuang.

Feng Wanli followed behind the ghosts, and found that the yin qi in the bodies of these ghosts was extremely heavy, even the yin qi on Xiaoyu's body was not extremely tenth, obviously the strength of these ghosts was at least the peak of foundation building, and it was not impossible to even reach the ghosts of the Jindan stage.

"These are weird!"

Feng Wanli sighed slightly in his heart, but he couldn't understand that his strength was so strong, and he was actually put down by Qiusheng Wencai in the early stage of Qi training.

When Qiusheng Wencai came back from messing with the female ghost, Uncle Jiu had already negotiated the conditions with the ghost, packed up the magic weapons, and prepared to summon the arrival of the senior brothers.

"Lightning Rush Thunder Fist!"

Feng Wanli licked his lips, and as the plot developed, the opportunity for him to get the Lightning Thunder Fist was getting closer and closer.