But I can hear the sound of a tiger roaring in the clear air, as the saying goes, the cloud is from the dragon, the wind is from the tiger, the tiger is the king of beasts, also known as the king of the mountain, and the natural supernatural power is not comparable to ordinary beasts.

Huazi period is also the black tiger who practiced in ancient times, and the tiger roar was already his attack method against the enemy.

This roar sent a violent sound wave in the air, and a strong wind hit the face.

The twelve friends of Wushan saw the danger, and at that moment, Deng Long'er stood up and turned into his original form, and he also gathered mana and groaned. If this dragon chant is placed on the real dragon, it still has some momentum, but Denglong'er is just a dragon genus, and although it is similar to Huazi in terms of Taoism, it is far inferior in mana.

The sound of the dragon chanting and the roar of the tiger shook the clear air, and from above the clouds appeared a Taoist riding on the black tiger. The man smiled and said:

"In the second year, the guest was tired of ingenuity, and the savages were not full of vegetables and vegetables. Is there no green rice, so that I have a good color, and there is no great medicine, and the mountains and forests are like sweeping. Li Hou Jin Boudoir Yan, get out of trouble, and Liang Song You, Fang period to pick up Yao grass. ”

This poem was given to the poet immortal Li Bai by the poet saint that year, and in the third year of Tianbao, Du Fu met Li Bai who was enshrined and released by Hanlin in Luoyang, the eastern capital, and confided in him in a poem. He was tired of speculative camps in the metropolis, and he was not used to eating Zhumen wine and meat, and he wanted to learn from immortals and seek Taoism, and eat green rice like Taoists to prolong his life.

But alchemy also requires a lot of silver, and you can't learn immortals. Like you, Li Hanlin is a talented man in Jinmen, getting rid of mundane affairs, not doing anything about the powerful, and picking medicine in the mountains and forests to find immortals.

The first eight sentences describe themselves and are reversed, while the last four sentences describe Li Bai and are omitted. The so-called translation of the host as the guest is also.

This green essence rice is the treasure of Luofu Mountain, and I don't know when I heard this poem from the human world, so I used it to quote and recite it with my backhand. After reading a short poem, he had already silently used Xuangong, and the Qingqi Gang Dou on his body suddenly bloomed, like a silver-white sun suspended above the clouds.

Deng Long'er broke the tiger roar of the Huazi period, which seemed to be easy, but in fact he had exhausted all his strength. At this time, there was already sweat oozing out of his forehead, but fortunately, several other brothers and sisters secretly reached out and entered the true yuan mana behind their backs, so that they could still stand firm, looking at Mr. Qingjing in surprise and asked, "Who is the master of the Daoist, and why is it blocking me from waiting for the clouds?"

Mr. Qingjing laughed from afar, cleared the clouds and mist, and showed the green mountains under his feet, and said: "Hahaha, below is where the mountain gate where the poor road sleeps, look at you demons flying around my head, isn't this a rush to subdue demons and eliminate demons?"

Although these twelve friends of Wushan are alien and enlightened, they have never regarded themselves as monsters, and if possible, they really want to find a position in the heavenly court.

Therefore, after listening to Mr. Qingjing's words, Songluanzi first became angry and shouted: "We are real people who practice on Wushan, you Taoist priest is so unreasonable, how can you say that we are demons?"

Cui Pingxian nodded slightly after hearing this, and then suddenly changed her mind and asked, "Brothers, have you ever heard of any great Gu Immortal seclusion here?"

The Goddess Wangxia shook her head and said, "How do you know this, but I recognize that it is Luofu Mountain below, and I have never heard of any immortal masters setting up a dojo here." ”

Kong Fangsheng took out three copper coins from his sleeve, turned them around in his palm, and then sighed and said: "Those who come are not good, and those who are good are not coming, it seems that this Taoist priest is coming for our twelve friends in Wushan." ”

Mr. Qingjing looked up from the black tiger's back, and his eyes suddenly opened, and he could see a burst of essence light flickering in his pupils. He swept the bodies of the twelve friends of Wushan one by one, raised his head and laughed: "A dragon, a phoenix, and a group of beasts, not demons but what?"

Hearing this, the faces of the twelve friends of Wushan were covered with a layer of anger, and Juhe Zhenren also sighed: "It seems that I really said it right to you, we are still ready to fight." ”

Deng Long'er glanced at Mr. Qingjing, and asked in: "I am Wushan Denglong'er, who is the Taoist friend?"

Mr. Qingjing laughed and said, "You are so boring, you want to beat me and I want to beat you, what are you doing with all this nonsense?"

Fei Fengxian frowned, and secretly sent a message to the other brothers and sisters: "This Taoist priest is very strange, but I haven't heard of any heavenly court gods in this Luofu Mountain, and our twelve friends of Wushan will not be afraid of him alone, right?"

She used her divine sense to transmit the sound, but Mr. Qingjing on the other side nodded very seriously, and pointed and calculated: "One, two, three, you have a total of twelve Taiyi immortals, are you still afraid of the poor Dao alone? There is no reason, no reason!"

Fei Fengxian was shocked, he couldn't imagine that he deliberately concealed his words, and he actually overheard this Taoist, such a magic power was really terrifying.

The twelve friends of Wushan have been practicing together for a long time, and they have long been connected with each other, but the Flying Phoenix Immortal is afraid in his heart, but the Pure Altar Messenger over there can also sense it. Helplessly, this stalemate scene is still broken by a rough man like him.

I saw that the old pig spit two mouthfuls of foam on his hand, and a nine-tooth nail rake was conjured up in the wind. This nail rake is made by imitating the appearance of Marshal Zhu Bajie of Tianpeng, and a rake goes up to the hole, and the iron brain has to open nine holes.

When Mr. Qingjing saw it, he didn't panic, but laughed and said, "It's good, it's good!" But seeing a black light flashing in his hand, two iron whips are now in his hands, and his arms are waving like dragons going out to sea.

He had a pair of iron whips to hold the nail rake of the Pure Altar Messenger, the sword of Deng Long'er, and the golden needle of the fairy, which was also passed on from Marshal Zhao Gongming, the true monarch of the Xuantan Temple.

The Wushan brothers over there saw that it was wrong, and hurriedly rushed up. Mr. Qingjing here also felt a little pressure when he saw it, he couldn't hide it, and with a loud shout, ten thousand clear lights suddenly appeared on his body......

In the clear light, there was a golden rope floating, and Mr. Qingjing did not entangle with them, but just sprayed a mouthful of innate true yuan on the rope, recited a mantra in a low voice, pointed at the twelve friends of Wushan, and scolded: "Take it!"

The rope got Mr. Qingjing's order, and got a bite of innate true yuan to help, and suddenly it was as agile as a living thing. Then one turned into two, two turned into three, and in a blink of an eye, the sky was covered with this kind of golden rope, and those twelve friends of Wushan who saw the magic had not yet reacted, and they had already been tied up by this rope in the sky. (To be continued.) )