This team of "tourists", a total of 15 people, led by Zhang Chenghou of Changdao Temple, prepared horses at the post station at the foot of the mountain, and let Ba Jinsong and others ride on them. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoEveryone traveled all the way south, out of the border of the Great Song Dynasty, and came to Zhaojue, Jianchang Mansion, Nanzhao. Compared with Zhang Liao's team, it is a little late.

Zhang Tianshi was curious and wanted to go straight to the southern slope of Boshwahei, and had a conflict with Tusi Jiading. The two young Daoists under his command drew their swords and took the upper hand, only to lead to Erne ordering the crossbow to be released, and Luo Baiyan took the opportunity to show his hand, shocking the audience. Zhang Chenghou had never seen such an advanced "technology" as Fu Pill, and thought it was some kind of ontological Dao method, and he was very surprised, this person surnamed Luo seemed to be a subordinate of Ba Jinsong, and he didn't say much along the way, and he didn't think that the Dao method was so profound! In his heart, he couldn't help but reassess the strength of this group of "cultivators."

The Great Toast Ern is in his territory, relying on the advantage of population, and he is never afraid to fight in groups. But there is also a weakness, that is, the fear of "witchcraft". At this time, I had no idea, and I looked directly at the Venerable Master Zengzhu, which means that these Taoist priests are evil, you lamas! Zengzhu saw it in his eyes, his head was sweating, and he said in his heart, I'm sorry for you, it's okay for me to preach the scriptures, but it's not okay to do this. So he passed his eyes to Ngawang Lama.

Unafraid, Ngawang waved his big hand and drove the seven servants to the front of the battle. Some of the surrounding mountain people who set up stalls to buy and sell mountain goods were frightened away just now, and now they are gathered in the distance to see this rare liveliness. Seeing this, Ba Jinsong was afraid that Lao Luo would suffer, and secondly, he also wanted to show off his strength in front of Zhang Tianshi and increase his value. With a whistle, six guards stepped forward and stood beside Deacon Luo. Seven against seven, a fair fight.

The lamas stood in two rows, with three in the front row squatting and four in the back raising their hands to hold up the sky and chanting the scriptures in unison. After just two sentences, the person in the middle of the front row shouted, "Flowers are Grile-" The pink essence suddenly rose, and a huge lotus phantom slowly rose from the array, like a dream. The most strange thing is that in the process of this lotus flower, the petals are still open, layer after layer, repeatedly, full of vague brilliance. The surrounding onlookers are mainly of the Heiyi tribe, who have lived in the Daliang Mountains for generations, so how could they have the opportunity to see this kind of "three-dimensional movie"? Immediately there was a sensation, some applauded, some applauded, and so on.

The phantom of this lotus flower gradually solidified. There is a refreshing lotus fragrance slowly wafting out, making people's spleen and lungs feel comfortable. Some of the mountain people who were not in a strong mood had a look of joy on their faces, and their hands and feet lost control, and they couldn't help but dance. The big toast Ern couldn't hold it anymore, his mouth opened wide, and saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, as if he had seen an incomparably graceful girl.

Ba Jinsong had been mixed for most of his life in the 21st century, and he had never seen such a gorgeous technique, his eyes were obsessed with staring at the illusion, but he reminded himself in his heart, "It's not good! This is too evil, don't fall for the trick. Hurriedly took out his vial of wind oil essence and applied a few drops to himself and to the seven outer hall subordinates. Luo Baiyan and the guards suddenly sobered up and got out of their minds.

Banza stood behind, smelling the oppressive "strange fragrance" of the wind oil essence, and also shivered. stepped forward to ask for a drop of "holy water", but was ignored by Ba Lao and silently retreated, very angry in his heart. Only the little Taoist Luo Hengnian was not moved by the lotus, his face was full of appreciation, and there was no sign of being tricked.

Ngawang trains this team of communication envoys on weekdays, and the first way to collectively resist the enemy is this trick "Huanxi Lotus". Arouse lust with color and fragrance to break the fighting spirit of the enemy. The more mature and spicy the opponent, the easier it is to be recruited, but it is an untrained chick, which is irrelevant, and it is difficult to understand the style.

Seeing that the effect of the ultimate move was not ideal, the lotus fragrance was covered by the other party's irritating potion. Ngawang shouted to change the formation! The seven lamas skillfully moved into position, and again lined up in a vertical line, with only one facing the enemy with his hands folded, while the others hid behind in turn, each pinching different tricks, and chanting the scriptures in unison. The giant lotus disappeared suddenly, and the pink essence transformed into thousands of golden lights, wave after wave from the side of the lamas, and the sound of chanting hit the ear bones, forming a repeated superposition, as if thousands of monks chanting together, shocking people's hearts.

When Luo Hengnian saw it, he couldn't help but jump to his feet and applaud, "Thousand-armed Guanyin, thousand-armed Guanyin! I've seen it on TV!" The surrounding mountain people were more excited than him -- this festival was so beautiful! Before, only the Venerable Master Zengzhu of Sambu Temple was babbling and preaching, and everyone avoided it. Now you look at people, this show is more attentive! Earlier, we believed in Buddhism for a long time, didn't we? Zengzhu A Zengzhu, you should have a snack.

When the guards in the outer hall heard Deacon Luo shouting "Wild Goose Shield!", they immediately turned their backpacks into shields, moved the titanium alloy plate forward in unison, lined up in a goose wing formation, and quickly moved to close the circle, and in a blink of an eye, they had already killed in front of the lama.

After the lamas finished their scriptures, they all slapped the former's back with both palms, and transmitted the accumulated mana to the top person, and then sent it out in unison. Ten thousand golden rays of light were harvested in a beam, and they shot out horizontally.

The two sides were equal in numbers, but the blow was not equal. The Buddha Gate combined the strength of seven people to attack one point, and the Dao Gate greeted it with a goose wing array, and only Luo Baiyan, who was standing in the middle, took the blow alone. Was it a mistake in his command, or was it too big, and maybe he could stop it alone?

Of course it can't be stopped. Luo Baiyan crushed a rune pill in front of him, and a transparent air shield appeared instantly, which could not stop the golden light from blowing. The shattered air shield neutralized most of the impact, and Lao Luo still flew upside down in the air as if he had hit a moving car, shouting in his mouth - "Electric batons!"

The lamas knew some Chinese, but they couldn't understand what type of "electric batons" were and had no way to guard against them. But don't worry, in the blink of an eye, they deeply understand the taste.

At the same time that Luo Baiyan met the golden light, the two ends of the goose wings had already closed to the two sides of the most advanced lama, and with the command shouted by Deacon Luo in the air, the two guards shot out at the same time, and stabbed the electric baton more than a foot long in their hands into the two kidneys of the lama.

This series of lamas is connected by contradictions. The two high-voltage currents were unimpeded, passing through in an instant, taking care of everyone. It's really a comfort! Ma Ma I want more.

Ba Lao held Lao Luo's waist from behind, and he couldn't unload it vigorously, and the two continued to roll backwards. Four Taoist priests of Chang Taoist Temple hurriedly helped each other, but they were also shaken, Zhang Chenghou poked out the fishing drum, and led it one after another on Ba Jinsong's back, only to dissolve the last remaining strength, and the two finally stood firm in the stumbling.

On the lama's side, it's even worse. The seven people who had passed the high-voltage electricity did not wait for their strength to slow down, and were surrounded by six guards from the outer hall, serving with an iron ruler, and the sound of electric baton discharge was mixed in the middle. They all rolled to the ground and couldn't get up again.

This battle was won in the 21st century.

The mountain people have forgotten about the danger. This fight, which started with a magnificent start and ended with a counterattack, was extremely exciting and unforgettable. Everyone exclaimed, clenched their fists, stomped their feet, and hated to go up and swing two punches. Many people began to aspire to cultivate the truth, and just now those who envied Buddhism fell to the Taoist gate one after another.

Ngawang was shocked and furious! He reached out and groped in his arms, but found that the magic weapon was not there. Only then did I remember that the pair of copper cymbals were still holding the "Divine Beast", which were wrapped into rattan balls and temporarily placed in the tent of the toast. I had no support, and the other party was overwhelming, and suddenly my feet were vain, and I hesitated.

Only the great toast Eun, who was not afraid of danger, threw his arms and strode towards the formation, and directly took the leader of the other party - facing Zhang Chenghou, who had a long beard and flowing beard, he bowed deeply, "The immortal master is coming to Zhaojue, and the local division is far away." Please make a note of it. Come on, reorganize the feast, and prepare the wine!"

Ngawang was also invited, and he declined. Breaking away from Erne's fluttering hand of friendship, he retrieved the rattan ball, picked up his men, and supported each other, walking north.

The mountain people only worshipped the winner, and when they saw that Lord Tusi and these Han people were so affectionate, they didn't see the outside, so they all gathered around and looked at these "heroes" carefully. More than a dozen girls surrounded Luo Hengnian and laughed hotly, saying that his face was whiter and more tender than his own. There are even some older women, rushing to divide the outer hall guards, saying that their daughters are the most beautiful, and there are ten pigs as dowries. Dozens of young and strong men wanted to learn from Luo Baiyan as a teacher, and there were also six or seven old men who pulled Ba Jinsong to ask for wind oil essence.

Zhang Chenghou was embraced by Erne, and sat down in the tent, and the four Taoists stayed behind him without leaving an inch. When the wine and meat were served, Zhang Tianshi avoided meat and fish, and politely picked a small melon to eat. Ba Lao's subordinates did not have taboos, and feasted on large pieces. Luo Baiyan helped his son try it, it was not poisonous, and he also joined the dinner. From the time they crossed over to the present, they ate a decent meal for the first time. The mouth is sweet, the heart is emotional, and there is a little less rejection of the thirteenth century.

The Mongol monk Ngawang was so angry that he only wanted to go to Chengdu and ask for help from the Mongol army. The men were beaten very lightly, walked very slowly, and were not far from the southern slopes of Boshwahei, and all shouted for rest. Ngawang loudly insulted these wastes, disgraced the living Buddha of Phags-pa, and was unworthy of being the envoy of the Great Mongol Empire. Suddenly, a man jumped from the rhododendron tree ten meters away, with a burly figure, raised his hand and waved it from afar. Ngawang was about to shout, the strong wind was close to his face, and he was slapped in the face inexplicably. The palm was invisible, and if it weren't for the other lamas pointing to the five red fingerprints on his face, he wouldn't have been sure that he had been fanned. Ngawang's external injuries were not serious, his internal injuries were not light, and he almost vomited blood. He didn't care about any divine beasts, so he ripped off the rattan ball, grabbed the double cymbals, let the weasel escape, and chased after the young man who slapped him.

When the burly young man saw that his goal had been achieved, he did not like to fight, but threw his body into the dense forest like a big bird, and disappeared in a few leaps. It's not beautiful, it's just full of power. Leaving Ngawang alone in the forest and shouting, a few injured lamas over there also wanted to get up to catch the "divine beast", and suddenly someone behind him shouted "Fu-", a terrifying mana came, and the lamas were pulled by the qi machine, and couldn't help but bend their knees and kneel on the ground, unable to stand up again.

There was a whistle in the woods, and the weasel, when he heard this, immediately galloped over, jumped on the shoulders of a girl in a white dress, and both disappeared.

When Ngawang turned around, he didn't see a single figure except for the remnants of the soldiers. It can really be said that the sky is raining and the house is leaking, and the bamboo basket is empty. Ngawang had no choice but to put away his resentment and continue to flee north with the others.