After losing the protection of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, Ling Gai's state of mind changed a lot, and he didn't dare to make a rash move, the red green rainbow of the Northern Plains City had the title of the Tiger of the Northern Plains.

The strength of the Chi family in Beiyuan City is not small, in addition to his father and daughter, there are many Mirage Hall monks in Beiyuan, and many loose cultivators, and the Chi family has recruited some loose cultivators who are not weak.

It's like the feudal officials, in addition to the officials, there are also shogunate masters who he paid for his own money.

These people don't have the identity of the Mirage Palace, but they are the cronies and strength of the Chi family, and this kind of person can't be moved easily.

In the trend of the times, there are very few casual cultivators, who can single-handedly challenge famous families in the weak spiritual attraction period, and finally succeed in the case, famous families, not fools, will not line up, and will give you a head according to the weak to strong.

In the mighty trend of the times, many rising stars who have been pushed to the famous sects were originally small forces attached to these famous families, and they were standing under the red flag, waving the flag and shouting, and strengthening themselves under the red flag.

It's time to come someday.

They found that they were not reserve standard-bearers and had no chance to carry the banner alone, so they either overthrew the standard-bearer and took the flag, or set up another faction and re-erected the flag.

Ling Gaizhi arrived in the Mirage Hall not long ago, but he knew the reputation of the Tiger of the Red Rainbow Northern Plains. He hesitated for a moment and asked:

"Senior Sister Chi, who is this fellow Daoist?"

Chi Wushuang said two words very simply, "Zheng Tong". However, Zheng Tong's identity was not explained.

"It turned out to be Zheng Daoyou!" Ling Gaiyi said with a smile, he didn't hear the answer he wanted from Chi Wushuang, and he didn't know if this Deng Tong was a guest recruited by the Chi family.

"Elder Ling, don't say kind words, just say it, you dare to have a fight with me!" Zheng Tong twisted his neck, his bones for a while, and after the sound of fried beans, he asked aggressively.

The monks of the North Plains were xenophobic, and everyone stared at Ling Gaizhi, waiting for Ling Gaizhi to answer.

Ling Gaizhi groaned slightly, and said with a smile: "Even if Zheng Daoyou intends to compare, then I will accompany Daoyou to have a fight, let's order this, Zheng Daoyou, please!"

Ling Gaizhi hesitated, and Zheng Tong was afraid of him.

Zheng Tong chuckled, his expression was slightly sarcastic, and said, "Elder Ling, it's okay to order until you get to, but you have to remember the rules of the Jinlan paddock!"

Ling Gaiyi was stunned and said, "What rules?"

Zheng Daodao: "Fight the method, the point is up, but if you are not careful, there is a death or injury, you still have to settle your destiny, you can't take revenge, and the loser of the fighting method will lose 10,000 high-grade spirit stones!"

Ling Gaizhi's expression turned cold, and he said, "Thank you Zheng Daoyou for informing me, please!"

Now this sentence, the word please in the back, Ling Gaizhi bites the sound very hard, and his heart is unhappy, so as to overflow his face.

Zheng Tong's body flashed, turned into an arc of light, and soon flew ten miles away.

The two dragon and tiger monks are fighting, and the viewing distance cannot be too close, if they are separated by hundreds of zhang, it is equivalent to standing in the ring.

Seeing that the Returning Origin Realm cultivator's fighting method was going to be further apart, join in the excitement and go to the front, the aftermath of the other party's casual spell was enough to kill a group of low-level monks.

After Ling Gaizhi waited for the other party to settle his body, he made a seal, and the thunder flashed under his feet, and he rose up with his sword, and the castration was extremely fast, far exceeding the expectations of these monks.

When a heroic female cultivator saw it, she praised, "Elder Ling's thunder sword is not small!"

Chi Wushuang also nodded slightly.

"Giant Bear Change!"

Ten miles away, Zheng Tong disappeared, in the middle of the air, a three-zhang tall half-human, half-bear monster stood in the air, majestic, as if full of power, a body of thick hair, looking at the shape of a human body, but with a bear head.

"Roar!"

There was a loud roar, and the bear's mouth was full of sharp teeth.

The sound spread ten miles away, and there was also a fierce power that impacted the divine soul, which was similar to the Soul Suppression Thunder Sound of the Tianyan Sword Sect, but the effect was too far from that of the Soul Suppression Thunder Sound.

This roar could only oppress the monks below the Dragon and Tiger Stage.

A man full of fat and flesh looked up at Zheng Tong, who had turned into a human bear in mid-air, with both envy and jealousy in his eyes, and said: "Zheng Daoyou's giant bear has improved a lot, and it deserves to be called a human bear!"

Chi Wushuang smiled and asked, "Yun Daoyou, you see which of these two has a better chance of winning!"

"Ling Daoyou!" He replied without thinking about it, and as soon as his voice fell, the human bear Zheng Tong stepped on the void, pulled out a big stick, and acted like the wind, pounced on Ling Gaizhi.

Zheng Tong's style of play is simple, at first glance, it is based on strength and strong defense, and one force at close range to reduce ten thousand methods.

Ling Gaizhi's eyes were sharp, the thunder flashed in front of him, and the thunder sword qi burst out with the power of thunder, and the thunder sound was rolling, which was indeed extraordinary.

The man-bear Zheng Tong's eyes shrank, and a rune appeared on the big stick, exuding a terrifying coercion, the big stick should be the leg bone of a certain ninth-order beast that could not be transformed, and it also carried a little ferocity of the beast before it was alive.

"Roar!" When the sword qi came, the human bear Zheng Tong roared, and the bear arm swung out with a stick, and the brilliant sword qi dispersed with one blow.

After smashing the sword qi, in the huge beast bone in the hand of the human bear Zheng Tong, a powerful aura rushed up to the sky, like a violent hurricane, like a king of ten thousand beasts, resurrected in front of him.

The startled Ling Gai's heart was shocked, and he rushed forward with his sword, opening up a long distance from his opponent.

"Brother Zheng, mighty!" a male cultivator shouted.

Chi Wushuang asked, "Yun Daoyou, are you still optimistic about Elder Ling?"

He Qi smiled and said:

"Zheng Daoyou's hand is the red gold bear leg bone, it is said that it should have long lost the evil spirit and ferocity of the ninth-order fierce beast, most likely because Zheng Daoyou's skills are special, and it can also inspire a little. ”

"I don't know if Zheng Daoyou's giant bear transformation is as vain as the evil aura of this ninth-order fierce beast!"

Traveling and walking, even if it is exquisite, it is better to show a strength, blindly praise others, you don't have much strength, no matter how you talk, at most you can cheat everywhere to eat and drink.

He Qi believes that there is no need to praise these unpopular characters.

He Qi thinks that Zheng Tong's hypocrisy has its appearance.

But Chi Wushuang saw that Zheng Tong had a different attitude, and the goddess's color changed: "Although Zheng Tong's magic weapon has a ninth-order great demon, it can't be said that he has a false appearance, with his strength, there are few opponents of the same level in the scattered cultivation." Otherwise, Elder Ling wouldn't have been so scruptuous. ”

He smiled and said: "Ling Daoyou doesn't have any scruples, he is cautious by nature, it really can't be fake, it can't be fake, Ling Daoyou avoids three points first, and then makes a tentative move, and when he knows the depth of the opponent, Zheng Daoyou will not be good!"

Although that thunder sword qi was sharp, it was not a strong blow from Ling Gai.

Ling Gaizhi raised his sword, and thunder roared.

The three thousand avenues are intertwined with each other, the way of the sword, the way of the thunder, and they are not mutually exclusive.

And the same kind of avenue is all-encompassing, because of the exercises, because of personal talent, when it comes out, it is not the same.

The Tianyan Sword Sect Jilei Mountain once had a thunder sword technique, and the Purple Flame Heavenly Thunder Sutra was once the sword technique of the Tianyan Sword Sect's first killing and attacking technique.

Ling Gaizhi's current Thunder Sword Technique is completely different from the Thunder Sword Technique of the Tianyan Sword Sect.

"That's the Thunder Sword Technique!" said with a shiny look in Chi Wushuang's eyes:

"I have long heard of the Wind Thunder Pavilion's thunder sword technique, visualize the spring thunder, when the sword is released, it is like spring thunder, the sword light is fast, rare in the world, practice to the fullest, and the sword can cut a hundred miles away in an instant!

Ling Gai's sword was like electricity, although he did not comprehend the thunder and calm the soul, but the momentum of the spring thunder explosion was brought into full play!

Xiong Zhengtong, the man holding the big stick, was shocked, the sword light, full of eyes, slashed towards himself, the long sword pierced the void, the sword light flashed is dozens of zhang, and the speed is rare in his life.

The man-bear roared, inspiring a frenzied talent.

Zheng Tong's strength also skyrocketed because of this, and the bear hair around the human bear emitted a circle of gray brilliance, and he saw that the sword light was not as unpredictable as just now, and the human bear Zheng Tong waved it and slashed it in front of him.

"Boom"

A violent thunder and lightning aura spread in all directions, and the two of them fought for half a catty, and the Ben Thunder Sword that Ling had changed did not have the advantage, and the man and bear, who was several feet tall, was still incredibly tall.

In the blink of an eye, he was five feet tall, and he was a lot stronger, his hair was like steel needles, his blood was amazing, and there was a vague shadow of a giant bear behind him.

In the Three Thousand Great Avenues, changing the Dao and turning into a demon beast, there are pros and cons.

The two races of shemales are enemies and friends.

Demons can transform into humans, and people can also become demons.

There are those who practice to change the way, go crazy, practice goes wrong, and in the end it really becomes a precedent for demon beasts.

Everything in the matter should be viewed dialectically, the back of the pros is the disadvantages, and the back of the same disadvantage is the pros, when the strongest blow is bursting, if you don't grasp it well, it is on the verge of losing control.

The human-bear Zheng Tong can't last in this state now, and if this violent state exceeds a quarter of an hour, he will lose his mind and become a real bear demon.

"Elder Ling, Zheng Daoyou's giant bear has turned into an unparalleled attack, I heard that the thunder Dao Gong is sharp, you two fight a few times, let me wait to open my eyes and see who has suffered from it!" said a gray-clothed and sharp-mouthed Taoist Yin Yin.

This person is also a cultivator of the Tao of Change, the dragon and tiger cultivated in the later stage, and his skills are profound, and his face looks like a rat if he looks closely.

This is one of the disadvantages of the Changing Dao, and when you practice the Changing Dao exercises, you sometimes change your body shape and appearance.

Obviously, this person is a friend of Zheng Tong, and he intends to help Zheng Tong, and wants to block Ling Gai's idea of fighting.

Ling Gaizhi frowned slightly, just now he really wanted to avoid three points first.

Just when he hesitated, the furious bear Zheng Tong pounced on him like the wind.

"Fortunately, this man-bear's speed is not too fast, and it is still within my reach! If I don't come up with some real means, it will not be easy to have a good time in the Mirage Hall in the future!"

Ling Gaiyi gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and six or seven electric lights shot out from both hands. The human bear Zheng Tong laughed strangely, and did not dodge or dodge dancing with a big stick to meet him.

This scene made all the changing Dao monks in the small hill watching the battle very excited.

The monks who have practiced the slave way, most of the combat power lies in the demon beasts under his command, and the slave monks are afraid of being beheaded by the opponent, so they are very sorry for their lives, and generally they do not rush forward.

Slave Dao monks, their souls can't be split too many times, they can only sacrifice a natal magic weapon, and even without a natal magic weapon, they can't hide it when they are generally fighting.

And those who have practiced the Changing Dao are generally much simpler-minded, advocating strength, and the fighting method will rush forward with a big grudge, relying on their rough skin and flesh, which can also understand why these two types of monks are played around when they encounter the Illusion Dao.

The "boom" giant stick smashed several electric lights, and several other electric lights fell on the human bear more than five or six years tall, scorching a piece of bear hair like a steel needle, but it did not hurt the other party.

Ling Gaizhi frowned, the strength of the other party's defense was still above his expectations.

Everything is going according to Zheng Tong's wishes, and Ling Gaizhi is only a dozen zhang away from him, fortunately, the foundation of the Wind Thunder Pavilion is stronger than these scattered cultivators, even if he does stupid things that are weak to himself and hit his strengths, Ling Gaizhi has not fallen behind.

The bear Zheng Tong is always a beat slower.

After surviving some discomfort at the beginning, Ling Gaizhi was not afraid of the fierce coercion of the big stick in the opponent's hand, he rubbed his hands together, and then raised them, and immediately more than a dozen lightning bolts shot out.

After being struck by the electric light, the man and bear were up and down, and there was no place with complete hair, and at this time, in the eyes of everyone, the speed of the man and bear began to slow down, and the big stick in his hand smashed horizontally, and it was no longer as fierce as before.

Several monks who were good friends with Xiong Zhengtong had solemn expressions on their faces.

There are not so many accidents and reversals in the monk's fighting method, and it relies on the accumulation of ordinary strength.

The man and bear who is more than five feet tall was beaten by a completely disproportionate villain, and when he shot, there were more and more flaws, Ling Gaizhi lost his initial scruples, and he still had the ability to fight with the wind.

Ling Gaizhi's eyes flashed, and the lightning flashed under his footsteps, and he shook when he reached the side of Zheng Tong, the human bear, and swept Zheng Tong's leg as thick as an elephant's leg.

The man and bear, who were several feet tall, were kicked by Ling Gaizhi and flew out ten zhang away.

"Roar, roar—" Zheng Tong rolled around a few times before he stabilized his figure.

"Zheng Daoyou, you are not Elder Ling's opponent, your giant bear transformation has reached its limit, and if you continue to hold on, it will not be good for you in the future!" Chi Wushuang said.

Ling Gai's heart moved, and the thunder sword flew back, and the lightning surrounded his body, looking quite heroic, and the scattered cultivators who questioned his strength looked at him differently.

"Zheng Daoyou, admit it!" Ling Gaizhi said.

"Wind Thunder Pavilion's Running Thunder Sword Technique really lives up to its reputation!" Chi Wushuang was more kind to Ling Gaizhi's expression, and he was not annoyed by Ling Gaizhi's defeat of her family's guest qing.

Zheng Tong, the defeated bear, turned back into a human form, looking embarrassed, and the exposed skin and limbs on Zhou's body seemed to have been burned by high-temperature fireworks, all of which were scars.

"Give!" Zheng Tong hatefully threw over a storage bag, Ling Gaizhi took it in his hand, and said, "Thank you!"

Looking at Zheng Tong's expression, it was obvious that he had a grudge against Ling Gaizhi, but don't look at the tall and stout, buzzing man who speaks, he thinks of a tall brain, not bright, bold and informal.

The brain is not bright, the personality is bold and not bold, and the appearance is not hairy, and the pretty girl who speaks softly is as ruthless as a poisonous woman.

In fact, Zheng Tong was shrewd, he wanted to use the blow to Ling Gaizhi to show his ability in front of the Chi family and Chi Wushuang, but this person was too confident in his own strength and looked too highly at the big stick in his hand.

PS: When a chapter has 4,000 words in the future, there will only be one change that day, and if that chapter is 3,000 words, then there will be another chapter later.

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