Backstage.

The Heavenly Master hurried over and asked Zhao Yuanlang, "How is Zizhong?"

Zhao Yuanlang replied: "There is no obstacle to life, but the meridians have been blocked for too long, and you need to cultivate well." ”

"It's okay, it's okay. The Heavenly Master breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then Shouyi he ......" Since Lin Zizhong didn't need him to worry anymore, the old heavenly master thought of his nephew and grandson, and couldn't help but ask Zhao Yuanlang about the situation.

"He's fine, I'll be able to make it tomorrow. It's just that he wasn't worried about the situation in Longhu Mountain, so he asked me to take a step forward and come over to take a look. Zhao Yuanlang told him.

However, he aimed at Yang Xi in the VIP seat in front of him, and he also understood that there was no need for his own town here.

The Heavenly Master smiled bitterly, "I'm really useless, I even let the juniors worry about family affairs when they are recuperating from their injuries." ”

"Why did the Heavenly Master say this, is that a group of people shameless!" A disciple next to him said angrily, "If it weren't for their tricks, how could Senior Brother Lin become like this?"

"When I play, I must make them look good!"

It's intermission now, and after another two hours, it's the turn of the second fight, and the person in front of him is the disciple sent out by Dragon and Tiger Mountain in the second game.

"Let's hope everything goes well. ”

The second game was according to the rules of "martial arts", and the Heavenly Master didn't dare to think about what the group of people on the other side would do.

Several people gathered together to talk, but the disciple who was about to appear suddenly shouted, covered his hands and shouted, "My hands, why are my hands unconscious?"

Zhao Yuanlang's eyes sharpened, and he grabbed his hand and checked it.

"It's Nanyang's head-lowering technique!"

"How could I be in the head-lowering technique?" the disciple exclaimed, "I just don't feel my hand anymore, this ......"

"How did you get this wound?" Zhao Yuanlang glanced at the fresh cut on the disciple's middle finger, where a piece of meat was missing, probably cut by some sharp weapon.

The disciple hurriedly told him, "Yesterday I had a bit of a quarrel with the person opposite, and he scratched me with the key...... Did they take my flesh and blood to cast a curse?"

"Yes!" Wang Kaiyuan leaned over, his mobile phone with no black screen in his hand, showing the message sent to him by his colleague, "Our people just discovered that there is a head descender from Nanyang hidden in the Ryukyu pile." ”

The head of the division commander was inconspicuous and had no sense of existence, and at the beginning, the Special Security Bureau did ignore him, only treating him as a native of the Ryukyus.

"Fortunately, the cultivation of the head descending master is not enough, I should be able to solve it. Zhao Yuanlang said to the disciple, "But time is pressing, it is estimated that you will not be able to play." ”

If your hands are gone, and you still insist on going up, then it's not called a dry fight, you have to call it a food delivery!

"Then what should I do? Changing generals in battle, who will go to the top?" The old heavenly master was also anxious, grabbing his beard and not knowing what to do, he could only scold the relatives opposite, "Shameless, shameless!"

Seeing that this group of people was about to become a mess, Zhang Huairen pushed the wheelchair and walked out, "I'll go!"

He looked at the Heavenly Master, "My cultivation is enough, I'll fight them!"

"But your legs are ......" The Heavenly Master looked at him in surprise and pointed to Zhang Huairen's immobile legs.

Zhang Huairen's strength was indeed very good among the disciples of Longhu Mountain, but because of his discarded legs, the Heavenly Master immediately excluded him from the scope of the fighting method.

Now in a hurry, Zhang Huairen is really the best candidate for the top bag.

"My hand is still there, I can cast spells! I can't run with my legs, can they still kill me on the spot?"

"They really did it. Yang Xi told him the truth.

Zhang Huairen glanced at him helplessly, "Little fairy, don't tell me jokes at this time!"

"Then let Huairen go!" After thinking for a while, the Heavenly Master finally sighed and let Zhang Huairen play.

It's just that he still has lingering palpitations about the other side's means, and he took Zhang Huairen's hand and kept admonishing, "Be careful, be careful, be careful!"

"Definitely!" Zhang Huairen assured the Heavenly Master.

The bell rang again, and the second fight began.

This time, unlike the previous ones, it took the form of "martial arts".

The open space of the fighting method is made to set up a five-story platform with a table in advance, and then the people sent by both sides climb up, each casting a spell against the bombardment, the same as a pillar of incense, who lands first within the time is the loser, if it exceeds a pillar of incense, then depending on the degree of injury of both sides to judge the winner or loser.

"Isn't this the plot of the fighting method in "One Eyebrow Dao Chang"?" someone felt that the scene was familiar and called out.

"Nonsense, it's obviously from "Mr. Zombie"!"

"Oh, it's Lin Zhengying anyway, what's the fight?"

On the field, personnel from both sides walked out.

The person who appeared on the Ryukyu side this time is called Liu Wenjie, who is a pure Chinese ancestry, and he doesn't use "foreign mixed blood" to make trouble anymore.

Liu Wenjie's cultivation was good, and after alternating his hands and feet a few times, he climbed to the platform of Lao Gao, and stood on it to look down at Zhang Huairen, who was being carried by Zhang Haoyang, with contempt in his eyes.

Of course, he knew about the head drop, but he didn't expect that Longhu Mountain would choose a waste person to come up and send him to death.

Zhang Huairen broke his leg, and it was not easy to come up in a wheelchair to fight, so he simply let his nephew come out on his back, but no matter how surprised the crowd was, his face still did not change.

"Uncle Shi, I can't climb up!" Zhang Haoyang jumped a little, his cultivation was not good, not to mention that he had to take Zhang Huairen, a middle-aged man, to climb the elevated road.

The special forces don't play like this!

Zhang Huairen didn't want to embarrass him, he stretched out his hands and wanted to climb up by himself.

But Zhang Haoyang suddenly felt that someone had hit a spiritual power in his arms, and his strength suddenly increased several times, and even his feet were strong!

So he stopped Zhang Huairen's movements, asked him to wrap his arms around his neck, and got into the ring after a few rubs.

"Did you kid eat spinach?" Zhang Huairen was a little stunned, and said in his heart, how did his nephew suddenly evolve into Popeye?

"I guess the ancestor has taken a fancy to me, right? Just like the Ryukyu innate?" Zhang Haoyang was also a little excited, but the host was already beckoning him to come down, don't stay on the field to make trouble.

Zhang Haoyang pursed his lips and returned to the audience.

"How does that feel?" As soon as he stood still, Yang Xi deliberately leaned over to ask him, with a smile in his eyes.

Zhang Haoyang looked at his expression, and he understood where the external force came from, and replied with great joy, "It's very cool!"

If he can be more powerful, he can throw his uncle directly, and it will be even more refreshing to pretend!

"It's cool, it's over!" Yang Xi smiled and nodded to the ring, "Keep watching the show!"

On the five-story platform, Zhang Huairen sat down, looked at Liu Wenjie for a while, and then picked up the magic weapon at hand.

Liu Wenjie was the first to attack, his left hand pinched out a complicated trick, his right hand slapped the low table in front of him, grabbed a piece of rune paper and shot it at Zhang Huairen as a flying arrow, the rune paper turned into a flowing fire on the way, the heat wave rolled on his face, and Zhang Huairen's mouth was dry.

But he didn't sit still, he opened his mouth and recited a mantra, took a handful of fine sand from the basin next to him, and threw it at the flowing fire.

The sand retreated, and a spell battle ended in an instant.

Zhang Huairen's face was serious, and he didn't stop picking up another bamboo stick and throwing it out, the bamboo stick wiped Liu Wenjie's cheek, and returned with a trace of flesh and blood.

Liu Wenjie was shocked, thinking that he had expected what Zhang Huairen was going to do next, he hurriedly twisted a strand of hair for himself, and was about to cast a spell.

But Zhang Huairen, who has been single for more than 40 years, has a hand speed that he can match as a young man? When Liu Wenjie was flustered, he wiped off the bloody shreds of flesh on the bamboo sticks, sandwiched them into a scarecrow, and pasted them with yellow charms.

His lips squirmed, and after chanting a spell, he lifted something resembling a striking wood and struck the scarecrow a few times.

Liu Wenjie screamed miserably, only to feel that the heavy blow was not the straw man, but himself.

Obviously there is no injury, but the flesh and bones are really painful.

"See if I don't kill you!" Liu Wenjie's eyes showed a little resentment, he endured the pain, trembled his hands and took his hair to make a stand-in puppet, breaking Zhang Huairen's spell.

Then he bit his finger again, wiped a handful of blood on a wooden mark, raised his hand and smashed it against the table under Zhang Huairen.

The wooden seal was like a golden stone, and as soon as it touched the table leg, it broke like a bamboo, and Zhang Huairen's body was crooked, and he almost didn't fall off it.

He took a deep breath, took an old iron nail, and slapped it at the crooked place, from the table top to the table legs, straight through, and stabilized the ring.

But just when he was busy with this, Liu Wenjie made another black hand.

I saw him shake out a small black banner from his arms, with a ghost embroidered with green fangs on it, and with a wave of his hand, a thick black gas came out of it and rushed towards Zhang Huairen.

The place where the ring moved was small, and Zhang Huairen was difficult to dodge, so he could only be helplessly engulfed by the black gas.

"Uncle Shi!" Zhang Haoyang saw it, and almost didn't jump up to save people.

"Don't panic! it's not done yet!" Yang Xi held him down, "Don't go up and disturb your uncle, he's much more powerful than that guy!"

The Heavenly Master also darkened his face, "Na Ghost Flag!"

The Celestial Master over there in the Ryukyus smiled and quipped, "Oh, this kid Wenjie is really, when did he secretly make this thing behind my back?" Don't scare people!"

And in the black fog, Zhang Huairen listened to the ghost crying wolf howl in his ears, his ears were ringing and his eyes were beating, and his mood was also confused.

As soon as the ghost sees a living person, it is like a hungry wolf seeing meat, and he can't wait to eat Zhang Huairen whole.

Fortunately, Zhang Huairen made a decision immediately, bit the tip of his tongue, took a mouthful of blood on the tip of his tongue, drew a simple thunder talisman on his palm, and used a spell to tear open a hole in the black mist.

He reached out and took a peachwood sword, and the spiritual power in his body tumbled, gushing out, raising the sword high, and slashing it down.

The ghosts around them screamed bitterly and slowly dispersed.

"Ahh

Liu Wenjie's spell was broken, and he suffered a little backlash, and he didn't stand firmly, so he stepped on the empty foot and fell from the ring, but fortunately, he reacted quickly and grabbed a table leg so that he didn't let himself touch the ground.

Landing is losing, that's the rule!

He breathed a sigh of relief and tried to climb back on.

But where did Zhang Huairen dare to give him this opportunity?

Don't look at the simple means he used to break the law just now, but it can be extremely expensive, and the blood on the tip of the tongue, which has the heaviest yang energy in his body, has been forced out, and his face is pale now, and he feels that his hands are a little weak.

If Liu Wenjie comes again, then it should be himself who will go down!

When the judgment is constantly suffering, it is chaotic.

Zhang Huairen grabbed a large object casually and smashed it at Liu Wenjie.

His eyes were black, and the hammer hit Liu Wenjie's hand directly, smashing his five fingers into ruins, and people couldn't catch the table legs, so they rolled to the ground.

"Dragon Tiger Mountain has won!"

The host couldn't wait for a long time, and as soon as he saw Liu Wenjie fall to the ground, he immediately shouted and announced the result of this fight.

"Not this time!"

Liu Wenjie got up from the ground with a disgraced face, wanting to be a scoundrel and deny this achievement, "I was ...... with my feet off the ground at that time"

He originally wanted to say that he was not easy to move in mid-air, which made Zhang Huairen pick up the cheap, but he didn't know who answered the sentence off the field, "IQ is closed......"

"The clever virus has taken over the high ground again!"

"I, you!" Liu Wenjie was twitched by this angry person, coupled with the huge pain in his smashed fingers, he couldn't hold back for a while, and fainted as soon as his eyes were closed.