Chapter 135: The Battle of the Territory Poisonous camels
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"Smack!"
There was a crisp sound, and Mu Fang's red spear easily broke through the golden shield outside, stabbing it like lightning.
I thought I could make a move, but then there was a metallic crash.
"Bang!"
The tip of the spear is like a stab to an iron plate.
"Hahaha, I forgot to tell you, what I am practicing under is the Vajra Body Protection Exercise, just a broken gun, I want to break through my defense, go dream!"
As Yang Gang's wild laughter came out, golden ripples suddenly surrounded his body.
That Mu Fang's small body was directly bounced out of Zhang Xu Yuan.
However, the red spear was tightly attached to Yang Gang's body.
"Transfiguration!" As his body flew upside down, Mu Fang suddenly pinched his hands and lightly touched the red spear.
"Hiss~!"
In the blink of an eye, the red spear shone brightly, and in Yang Gang's surprised gaze, it turned into a red gold shadow several feet in size.
After a few entanglements around his body, Yang Gang's body was tightly entangled, making him unable to move.
"Damn! let me go!Hi~!"
Yang Gang used all the strength to breastfeed.
But then he found that the more he used his spiritual power, the tighter the red dragon was entangled!
Moreover, the spiritual power on his body actually began to be sucked away by Chijiao little by little.
That is, in a few breaths, Yang Gang's spiritual power was exhausted, and his body withered. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mu Fang's body flashed not far away, and he came closer.
Without saying a word, he raised his palm and smashed it with enough spiritual power.
"Smack!"
Now it's okay, let's have 10,000 peach blossoms.
Red, white, and yellow brains have bits and pieces of everything, splattered in the air.
Yang Gang's head was completely smashed by Mu Fang, and he couldn't die anymore.
After taking away his storage bag, Mu Fang made a move with one hand, and the red Jiaoying turned into a spear again, which was held in his hand.
"Wow~!"
The small moon door opened, and Mu Fang stepped on the flying sword and flew in front of the red-shirted old man.
"The master of the red-shirted hall, the younger generation is not talented, and he won the first battle in the ring. ā
"Hahaha, well done little doll!" the red-shirted old man laughed and asked him to return to the formation. Then, the old face flashed with disdain, and he looked at the cultivators of the southern Xinjiang in the formation below.
"Hehe, in my opinion, you Southern Xinjiang monks are not very good. Can you send some powerful little guys back to life, don't send rice buckets?" The words were full of provocation.
"Senior nephew!" Seeing this, the monk surnamed Yue of Yuhaimen was so angry that he stomped his feet.
"Qingyu, let me go to the other side and tear that little man out and tear it to pieces, so as to avenge my nephew!"
"Hey, I'm talking about Yue Daoyou. This ring competition is life and death. Either we killed them, or they killed our people, don't you still see through this? Besides, people say that it is a battle according to cultivation, and if you go to the peak of the foundation to destroy other people's foundations, not only will they not let them, but they will also make people laugh. Fellow Daoist, you should calm your anger and save your energy to meet the big battle. Monk Qingyu replied with a gloomy face.
At this time, he was a representative figure of the southern Xinjiang side, and his own monk was killed, at least on the spot. To put it mildly, that's a loss!
Yang Gang died, and even the entire southern Xinjiang monks were disgraced.
Just as the momentum in the formation was declining, a horn sound came out again in the half-empty law cultivation formation on the opposite side.
"Huh~!"
A gray shadow flickered and burrowed into the ring.
It was only when the figure was fixed that the monks could see the man's appearance.
The man in the ring looked like an old man in his sixties and seventies, with a sickly face.
The face is sallow and sallow, covered with gray translucent pustules, and it looks a little disgusting.
Still a camel.
His head was almost to his knees, three points shorter than the dwarf Mufang.
As the old man exhaled and inhaled, a small cloud of green mist appeared next to his mouth. It looks like it's supposed to be a poison cultivator.
When Gu Yun saw him, he couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart, and blurted out.
"These Turkic monks, could it be that they are all strange shapes?"
"Who's to say it isn't. However, what this person should be cultivating is the highly poisonous exercise, Brother Gu, you should not underestimate it. The little white fat man on the right hand side muttered a sentence.
"Where did I underestimate him. Besides, it's not me fighting him. Gu Yun pursed his lips and said dissatisfiedly.
"Oh? I remember that Brother Gu's poisonous mist is also very good, why don't you fight poison with poison? Brother Gu, you can go up, with your means, it is not a piece of cake to destroy him. Winning him will not only win back a game for our southern Xinjiang, but also Brother Gu's fame will definitely spread throughout southern Xinjiang. Such a good opportunity, Brother Gu should not waste it. On the left-hand side, Chen Hao's eyes rolled, and he persuaded with some excitement.
"I'm not in the mood for this, I'm going to show my face, you two should go. ā
When the three of them were talking, the camel old man in the mid-air ring had already declared war.
"Hehe, old man Liu Huaquan, has just advanced to the middle stage of foundation building. Because he is good at using poison, he is called a poisonous camel. Well, it is an honor to be able to fight with Taoist friends in southern Xinjiang. I don't know, which fellow Daoist dares to come up and fight me to the death?" The old man said modestly earlier, but the back was full of provocation.
It seems that the Turkic won a game just now, which gave him a lot of confidence.
"This, who dares to fight?"
"Gu Yun!"
"Gu Yun!"
As if they had discussed, the little white fat man and Chenhao both shouted Gu Yun's name. Afraid that others wouldn't know each other, the two kept pointing to their side.
"No, are you two trying to yin me?" As soon as the two of them called out their names, Gu Yun's face suddenly changed.
"Gu Yun?"
Looking at it, seeing that Gu Yun did not look amazing, Qingyu Daoist hesitated.
Looking around, the monks shook their heads at him, indicating that they didn't know him.
In this way, Lao Dao also knew that Gu Yun was a little-known junior.
At least, not a great monk.
While he was hesitating, the old man next to him came over to the transmission.
"This Gu Xiaoyou is also an acquaintance of the old man, if I guess correctly, if Gu Xiaozi plays this game, we should win in southern Xinjiang. ā
"Senior Brother Shan has so much confidence in him?" Brother Qingyu replied puzzled.
"Doesn't the junior brother believe in the old man's vision?"
"Not really. In that case, let him try. Chong Dan Lao nodded, and Qingyu Monk Chong Gu Yun waved his big sleeves.
"Okay, just you play!"
"Haha, Brother Gu, come on!" Dust Hao and the little white fat man next to him looked at Gu Yun with a smile.
"Huh?"
As soon as he saw that Qingyu Dao people really called themselves, Gu Yun's heart was unexpected.
I didn't expect that.
This is called chasing ducks to the shelves.
It's not that Gu Yun doesn't dare to play, it's that he really doesn't want to be in the limelight. I ran from the Eastern Continent to Southern Xinjiang, just to keep a low profile, so as not to be locked by an old monster.
Now it's okay, the tens of thousands of monks on the field swept their eyes towards him, even if they didn't want to play.
"It's an honor for Gu to be able to represent Southern Xinjiang to face the battle!"
Pretending to hug his fist at Qing Yu and the surrounding monks, Gu Yun stepped on the flying sword and shot into the air.
"Wow~!"
By the time the moon door closed, Gu Yun was already in the ring, standing opposite the poisonous camel.
Seeing that there was nothing strange about Gu Yun, the poisonous camel pouted.
"The old man's undead nameless ghost, while you are still panting, hurry up and report your name. As he spoke, the old man patted the storage bag on his waist with one hand.
The yellow light flashed, and a cigarette pouch more than half a meter long was grabbed in his hand, and he simply took two puffs.
Hearing this, Gu Yun felt a little funny.
When he knew that the other party was a poison technique, Gu Yun already knew the result of this battle.
However, in order not to attract too much attention from the monks below, Gu Yun still decided to play a few tricks with this poisonous camel.
It's too boring to kill all at once.
"In Xiaguyun, I have seen a poisonous camel Daoyou. ā
"Hehe, it turned out to be Gu Yun Daoyou. Now that the name is spoken, you can go and die. As he spoke, the poisonous camel slammed his cheeks into the pouch.
"Whew~!"
A large cloud of green mist rushed towards Gu Yun's face.
"So-so. ā
Whispering, Gu Yun's body quickly retreated. At the same time, he slapped the poison bag on his waist with one hand.
"Up!"
"Wow~!"
Under the spell, a large cloud of blue mist formed, colliding with the incoming green poisonous mist.
"Hiss~hiss~!"
For a while, two large clusters of poisonous mist were intertwined, and no one refused to let go, which could be described as holding each other. Of course, this blue poisonous mist was not infused with the mysterious energy of Gu Yun Dantian, otherwise, it could easily devour the opponent's poisonous mist.
Seeing this, the poisonous camel on the other side flashed with excitement in his eyes: "Okay, good! I didn't expect to meet people of the same way." The poison technique is okay, I underestimated you before. Still, you're going to die!"
As soon as the words fell, the poisonous camel slapped the storage bag again.
"Huh~!"
Under the flash of cyan light, a small cyan pennant was held in his hand.
In the center of the hat, a whirlwind pattern is also printed.
His eyes swept above the blue mist of Gu Yun, and the poisonous camel snorted softly.
"The wind rises!"
"Hmmm~Whew!"
Three whirlwinds of blue light suddenly appeared above Gu Yun's head.
Under the agitation, the blue poisonous mist cast by Gu Yun was quickly blown away.
However, the other party's green poisonous mist took the opportunity to roll towards Gu Yun.
"Interesting. ā
Knowing that it was too late to dodge, Gu Yun simply put his hands behind his back and puffed out his cheeks like an old man.
After taking a deep breath, a large cloud of green mist was sucked into Gu Yun's mouth.
"Hahaha, fool, you're finished!"
"Whew~!"
Let the green mist flow slowly from your nostrils. Gu Yun looked at the other party with disdain.
"Yes, your poisonous fog has faded a little, and it doesn't taste good. ā
"Ah?!you, you, who are you?" the poisonous camel's face instantly turned pale, and he couldn't help but fall backwards.
"Didn't I tell you, my name is Gu Yun. Don't you want to collect the body, come on? ā
Such an opponent is only seen in the life of the poisonous camel.
Not only is he not afraid of his poisonous mist, but he also swallows as freely as he eats, which is terrifying to think about.
Seeing the light and shadow fence of the ring around him, the poisonous camel knew that it was impossible to escape.
His eyes suddenly flashed, and he threw his entire shirt aside and was naked.
I saw that there were dozens of protruding gray transparent pus pockets on it, as if it was covered with a toad skin, which made people feel a little disgusting.
"Boy, don't think that the poisonous fog can't help you, you will be arrogant in front of the old man, try the old man's venom!" glared at Gu Yun, and the poisonous camel immediately used his fingertips to pick out a pus-filled bag on his shoulder.
When the venom overflowed, the poisonous camel stretched out its long purple-black tongue and rolled the venom into its mouth.
"Is this still a human being? ā
Seeing this scene, Gu Yun felt a tingling of his scalp and felt nauseous in his heart.