Fan Zizhen was stunned after hearing this, and then smiled bitterly: "Brother Liu, you deceived me so badly, but it is understandable that whoever conceives this thing will also be cautious." ”

The two opened their hearts and chatted until the early hours of the morning before they went to sleep.

Early in the morning of the second day, the square has been uprooted from the six-high blue jade platform, the width and length are all 100 steps, and there are already two Taoists fighting on the stage.

Seven people sit on the high platform on the east side, and one in the middle has a thin face, dressed in a fairy brown veil, and the curtain is four feet and nine inches wide, in order to respond to the number of four hours, it is the current head of the Lingxian Que Zuoqiu, and there are three elders on each side, most of whom are Jindan cultivators.

The five True Transmission disciples stood behind everyone, their faces solemn, and Shan Lei was among them.

The rest of the south side, west side, north side, each has dozens of canopies, in which the people who sit in the ceremony, or sit on the clouds, or lie on the side of the magic vessel, the clouds and mist are swirling, a group of immortal scenes.

The higher the place, the higher the status and cultivation, and it is a sect leader or the like, but most of them are small sects nearby.

On the contrary, the closer they got to the edge of the field, the lower their cultivation level became, and most of them were junior disciples who followed their own sect masters, as well as some famous casual cultivators, all shouting and shouting, gearing up, eager to compete in person.

In the morning, Fan Zizhen was summoned by his master, and Liu Xu had to go on his own, intending to observe the fighting method and learn some experience.

A disciple who was in charge of leading the branch, seeing that Liu Xu's cultivation was not high, arranged him at the bottom level, near the edge of the field, and squeezed together with a group of loose cultivators.

Liu Xu didn't care, and was looking at the fighting method in the field, and a round-faced monk next to him looked quite enthusiastic, just because he saw the token of Liu Xu's calligraphy and painting academy hanging on his waist.

During the conversation, it was learned that this person had just joined the Academy of Painting and Calligraphy, and his name was Zhen Mingyin, and he respected Wang Daoyuan very much.

When he met his old acquaintance in a foreign country, and this person was very enthusiastic, he talked with Liu Xu from time to time, pointing to the fighting method and commenting on who was high and who was low.

Seeing that the young man and the middle-aged man fought for several rounds, the two sides went back and forth, all kinds of mosquitoes flew and spells collided.

At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly sacrificed a cloth bag, rose in the wind, and directly collected all the poisonous insects in the field, and when the young man was stunned, he suddenly rolled on the lazy donkey and bullied the past, kicked the young man's crotch, and fell out of the way.

The middle-aged man put away the cloth bag and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Zhong has accepted, can you still get up, do you want to help my brother?"

The young man saw sweat on his forehead, obviously in pain, and bit his lip and said, "Thank you Senior Brother Tao for your mercy." ”

At this time, Zhen Mingyin sneered: "This man is really shameless, and he actually used such a bad trick, which really damaged the reputation of the immortal family and lost the face of the immortal immortal." ”

I don't know if he deliberately made trouble, or if he had ulterior motives, the voice was quite high, and it immediately attracted the attention of the high-level officials on the high platform on the east side.

This is good, the sect masters of each family saw that there was a lively scene to see, and they didn't want to involve themselves, so they immediately recalled all their disciples, and in an instant, Zhen Ming's incognito side was empty, leaving only Liu Xu to sit with him.

Liu Xu was watched by thousands of people, feeling unprecedented pressure, as if the air was about to explode, and laughed dryly: "I'm not familiar with him!"

The service spirit immortal Que was almost broken up by the Demon Gate North Sect, and after a few years of decadence, he finally accepted a few outstanding disciples, intending to regain the majesty of the former Heavenly Sect, but he was suddenly ridiculed in front of him, which was tantamount to a provocation and sprinkling salt on the wound.

I only heard an elder on the high platform on the east side shouting: "Although my inferior disciple wins with the 'body method', but when the method is fighting, it changes rapidly, no matter what the means, it is all to win, this Taoist friend of the calligraphy and painting academy seems to disagree, so please point out the apprentice?"

Liu Xu secretly said badly, "This elder's eyes are so poisonous, now he directly points out of the Academy of Calligraphy and Painting, I'm afraid that even me is counted, this is really yellow mud falling on the crotch of his pants--- it's not shit but shit! Zhen Mingyin, you bastard, you want to die, why do you want to drag me down!"

Zhen Mingyin smiled and said: "Just with the three rotten apprentices you taught, I think he stained my hands." Good boy, you go around as a teacher and let these self-righteous guys increase their knowledge. ”

After saying that, his sleeves shook slightly, and a demonic thought quietly burrowed into Liu Xu's sea of knowledge, emitting a cold and cold light, completely suppressing his divine thought to the corner, directly occupying the control of his body, making him enter the arena in a daze.

The middle-aged man was ridiculed repeatedly, and he was already furious, and when he saw Liu Xu's end at this moment, he didn't say a word, and shook the cloth bag with a loud sound, countless small blood-colored mosquitoes, covered with a layer of silver light, buzzing, and pounced towards Liu Xu.

This person is a killer move, these mosquitoes are called silver frost blood thick mosquitoes, can suck the soul, a mosquito the size of a grain of rice, can suck the soul out of the body, and then lay eggs in the body to reproduce, it is really fierce.

He fought with the disciples in the sect, but he didn't dare to use it, but in the face of outsiders, and repeatedly made provocative remarks, how could he still keep his hand.

Liu Xu was inexplicably stunned, at this time, Zhen Mingyin's thoughts disappeared suddenly, and he returned control of his body, facing the mosquitoes that flew overhead, it was too late to redress his grievances, so he had to release the Yuanyang ruler and protect his body first.

As soon as the Yuanyang ruler appeared above the head, the three golden flowers shook rapidly, and in the sound of 'crackling', most of the silver frost blood thick mosquitoes that had just hatched were swept away.

Liu Xu shouted loudly: "Fellow Daoist, slow down, I am really not familiar with that person, and I also fell for his plot, stop quickly and listen to me carefully." ”

The middle-aged man ignored it, and when he saw that most of the blood-thick mosquitoes he had worked so hard to cultivate had been lost, he gritted his teeth and released two swarthy black ants the size of a human head to attack and kill them.

You thief, you dare to destroy the spirit pet of the Taoist master, you will not rest with you, take your life!"

These two ants are not inferior, but they are ancient alien species, obsidian heavy mosquito ants, which are two insect eggs he obtained from his ancestors in Dongfu, hatched after hundreds of years, and were cultured by him as a female worm, and crossed with other mosquitoes to breed blood-thick mosquitoes.

Liu Xu saw that the ant's eyes were like copper bells, his body was covered with barbs, and his mouthparts were no less than ten inches, and he was extremely hideous, screaming and pounced on himself.

At this moment, he was inexplicably caught in a fight, not seeking merit, but only no fault, so he had to continue to resist with the Yuanyang ruler, tightly protecting his body, and hoping that Fan Zizhen's master and apprentice would come and explain the misunderstanding for himself.

But the ant's body was hard, even if it was hit by the Yuanyang ruler, it was not hindered at all, and it still turned around and continued to kill, making it miserable.

After half a pillar of incense, Zuoqiu, the head of the sect, felt impatient, "If you are entangled by him, then this celebration that has been planned for several years will be completely disrupted, not only will you be punished by the great elder, but you will also become the laughing stock of the world, I am afraid that the round-faced Taoist priest is this idea, I don't know where this person comes from, is it the Northern Sect of the Demon Gate?"

With this realization, Zuoqiu shouted loudly: "Yuanyi, when will you wait? As long as you quickly take this person, you will be guaranteed a true inheritance." ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, he seemed to have taken a tonic, his face turned red, he trembled and took out a talisman, opened his mouth and spewed out a stream of essence blood.

In an instant, the atmosphere of the scene condensed, and a tragic killing aura emanated from the sigil, and the vitality fluctuated suddenly, and a coercion permeated the audience.

I saw that the sigil slowly rose, and a seven-colored flame came out, turning into a seven-colored bird. Two earth-shattering howls were heard, and they rushed towards Liu Xu like lightning.

The seven-colored bird spread its wings, as if it instantly turned into a lonely and arrogant Kunpeng, surrounded by the claws of the flames, directly grasping on the Yuanyang ruler, and the sharp beak of the bird pecked through a golden flower in an instant, only one to protect Liu Xu.

With the appearance of Peng Bird, everyone in the stands was emotionally boiling, setting off an uproar.

'Ah, this is the Spirit Seal!'

'This kid is in danger!'

"Didn't you say that this sacrificial refining technique was lost?"

'He deserves to die!'

"Can actually enslave the spirit of Kunpeng, and the meaning of Yuan Yi is deeply hidden!"

"Please look carefully, it's not a Kunpeng, it's just a Golden-winged Roc!"

Liu Xu couldn't hear the sound at all, but felt that Yuanyang Qi seemed to be unable to bear it, and let out bursts of wails, about to break at any time, and the two obsidian mosquito ants saw the gap and rushed up.

"What should I do? Now in front of thousands of people, you must not reveal your identity, just that, since you have the waist card of the Academy of Calligraphy and Painting, you can only deal with it with the talisman!" inevitably cursed Zhen Mingyin again.

With a rapid stroke of his fingers, a meditation spell appeared, freezing the two ants for a moment.

The spiritual spring gushed in his mind, thinking of the talisman taught by Wang Daoyuan in the past, "This talisman is called the Seven Evil Temper Divine Mantra of the Earth and the Gang Dou, and it is necessary to store the essence of one's own liver, gallbladder, heart and kidneys, sweep the capital, and the opportunity of the five elements to give birth to the ......."

This charm seems to echo the thunder law, yin and yang are in line with the meaning of thunder, yang is thunder, yin is thunder, and dead horses are used as live horse doctors!

Between the thoughts, all the Xuanzhen in the body turned into ten thousand thunder water, and the soul flew again, passing through endless time and space, echoing with Kunlun Mountain, and the projection of the snow-capped mountain appeared in the soul nourishing building, which was connected with the five organs.

With a bang, the Wanhua thunder water exploded, and after a complex route, it gave birth to the appearance of the Kunlun God, and its face was clear and recognizable.

The two fingers of the middle of the food are raised, the vitality of the void is circulating, and a talisman is formed.

At that time, Liu Xu cultivated this talisman, and his soul never went out of his body, so he did not succeed.

At this time, the divine soul was condensed, and there was an albino real person's perception of the talisman, and under the coordination of the Shenxiao Thunder Method, I saw a blue-faced and red-haired man in the void, holding a magic weapon in his hand, stepping on the dragon, and a heroic and brave god general.

I saw that with a finger of his hand, he smashed the Dapeng, and the Yuanyang ruler got out of trouble, and then with a wave of the magic weapon in his hand, he included the two obsidian ants.

Someone in the stands exclaimed.

'Ning Yuan manifests his meaning, and the spell is clear!'

"When did the Academy of Calligraphy and Painting have such a master, wouldn't his master be even more powerful!'

Yuan Yi saw that Liu Xu's rune was powerful, not only did the spirit seal in his hand crack, but the two ancient xenos also fell, his face was like dead ashes, his heart was like a knife, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fainted to the ground.