The Wai Dao Sect offered to compete with the local Dao Sect. It seemed that they wanted to suppress the momentum of the local Dao Sect with the disciples. In fact, it was meaningless. They must plan something.
Zhang Mu did not show up, there are also problems in this!
Also, the older generations such as Di Xianzong Chenjiu have a weird aura, and they don't know if it is deliberately suppressed or what is going on.
Coupled with the words my grandfather said to me before entering Longhu Mountain, the bad premonition in my heart grew deeper and deeper.
I quietly squeezed my handprints to investigate the veins under Longhu Mountain.
The ground veins below Longhu Mountain was shrouded by an inexplicable force. If it had been in the past, I would definitely not be able to penetrate this force. But now it's different. There was a flash of light in my eyes, and the power of the emperor scripture in my body shed a ray, which directly penetrated the power that enveloped the ground and entered the veins of the earth.
The ground veins under Longhu Mountain are surging, seemingly stable, and I always feel that something is wrong.
After careful investigation, I finally noticed a slight abnormality.
In a certain area deep underground, there was a violent power hiding. Before my wisp of power approached, the violent power directly impacted, and instantly annihilated my power.
My body trembled slightly, and my eyes narrowed.
"What's the matter?" An Qi next to me noticed my body trembling and asked curiously.
I shook my head, looked at Lu Qing, and whispered, "In Longhushan, besides the current head teacher and the three celestial masters, is there any stronger existence?"
Lu Qing thought for a while, shook his head and said, "It should be gone. If there is, it is also in the Secret Realm of Longhu Mountain. The strongest heritage of Longhu Mountain is in the Twelve Peaks of the Secret Realm!"
Hearing what Lu Qing said, I won't say anything more.
Under Longhu Mountain, there is a big guy hidden. I don't know how strong it is, but it must be terrible.
Is this the trump card of the overseas sect
How did that violent big guy enter Longhu Mountain
Could it be... Zhang Mu
No way!
Zhang Mu is one of the three celestial masters of Longhushan. Can he really do this kind of food
Just as he was thinking, a person from the opposite overseas sect walked out, it was the honor of Xiaoyao Sect.
After he walked into the court, he whispered to the many local Taoist sects: "Xiaoyao Zong Rongjue, please advise!"
There is no nonsense, and the competition between local and overseas sects directly kicked off.
Many young people stood up on the local sect and wanted to show their faces on the court. On such occasions, becoming famous in World War I was not a dream. Young people are very high-spirited, even if they know that Rong Jue's reputation is not small in the past few years, many people are still eager to try.
If Rong Jue had no reputation, it is estimated that no one would take the stage. After all, defeating an unfamiliar opponent and defeating a well-known opponent is completely different.
In the end, Zhao Ling played to represent the younger generation of Maoshan.
Although I don't like Zhao Ling very much, I have to say that he is very popular among Taoshan and other Taoist schools, and his strength must be good.
After Zhao Ling appeared on the stage, the black dragon on the side showed a look of disdain, and the urn said, "I'm going to die for an idiot!"
The Maoshan disciples not far away heard it and glared at the black dragon. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, the black dragon would have been besieged.
"Shut up, don't say anything when you eat your food!" I glared at the black dragon.
Lu Qing sighed lightly, frowned and looked at the court, and said softly: "If Zhao Ling can stabilize, he will probably be able to hold on for a while, I'm afraid he will be careless..."
Lu Qing didn't say the following, obviously he was not optimistic about Zhao Ling.
On the stage, Zhao Ling came to more than ten meters in front of Rong Jue, clasped his fists and saluted, and Rong Jue gave it back.
"Go ahead, let me see Maoshan's unique knowledge!" Rong Jue still had that faint expression.
He may be this character, but in Zhao Ling's view, there seems to be a feeling of contempt, it feels like the elders are pointing the younger ones.
Zhao Ling took a deep breath, his face was a little ugly, his hands were knotted, and countless talismans flew from the cuffs, like two chains, rushing toward Rongjue like lightning.
Rong Jue did not dodge or even resist, allowing Zhao Ling's Fu Lu to wrap his body around him.
With just the effort of breathing, Rong Jue's whole body was wrapped in a talisman like a zongzi, standing there motionless.
Those Fuluo gradually shrank, Zhao Ling's face showed a sneer, and said: "Brother Rong, give up, if you continue, your bones will be broken..."
The young people on the Maoshan Sect side were already excited, and seemed to feel that Zhao Ling had the chance to win.
Teacher Mao Shan and the other old people frowned slightly, as if they were a little dissatisfied with Zhao Ling's posture.
"Isn't it a normal competition to learn and keep your hands? This Zhao Ling is over!" Lu Qing said with a frown.
The local gates and the overseas gates have become like water and fire. It is said that they are competing, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is a life-and-death battle.
Zhao Ling didn't take the opportunity to make a heavy hand, instead he adopted such a posture, which really makes people wonder what to say!
Didn't you see the mocking and disdainful smiles on the Waidaomen
Swish!
When Zhao Ling proudly persuaded Rong Jue to admit defeat, two rays of light flashed.
One flashed from the side of Rong Jue, who was wrapped in many talismans, and the other flashed across Zhao Ling's body in an instant.
That is…
Jianmang? !
I squinted my eyes and looked at the field. The two rays of light just now were indeed faster than Ah Da's sword!
The talisman wrapped around Rong Jue's body had been broken and scattered, gently falling to the ground.
And Zhao Ling looked like a wooden sculpture, staring at Rong Jue, the smile on his face had completely froze.
Rong Jue looked at Zhao Ling, with no waves in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "We are different from you. You live in beautiful mountains and rivers, flowers in a greenhouse. You have a smooth path of cultivation and are taken care of by the elders of your teacher. You don’t understand what scarcity of resources is. It feels! The overseas environment is much worse than here. In the harsh environment, talent and hard work alone are not enough to rise up!"
"Killing, snatching, and fists can survive. This is what you call the barbaric overseas monks! In order to be stronger, to better practice resources, fight against the world, fight against people, step on the tired bones, and then climb the peak step by step. … If there is an afterlife and reincarnation to the Waidaomen, you will understand!"
When the words fell, Zhao Ling's eyes closed, two lines of blood and tears flowed, and his face was full of unwillingness and regret.
He was careless, but it was too late!
Silently, a thin blood slit appeared on Zhao Ling's forehead, rapidly expanding.
Zhao Ling's whole body was divided into two halves, blood sprayed, and crashed down.
There was an uproar at the local Taoist gate. Many young disciples were angry and clamored to rush to beat Rongjue. Rong Jue faintly watched the clamor of the young Taoist disciples, his eyes calm.
"Shut up!"
Head Master Mao Shan had a gloomy face, staring at the most powerful young people on the local sect, and shouted: "Skills are not as good as people, and you lose carelessly. What can you say? You really think this is the end of the discussion. Where? When you play, you have to hold the heart of life and death. If anyone dares to scream, get out of Longhu Mountain, and the province will be embarrassing here!"
Head Teacher Mao Shan spoke, naturally no one dared to say anything again. Looking at the glory on the court, they all breathed fire in their eyes.
The young disciples of Maoshan sadly lifted Zhao Ling's body from the stage, stitched up the body, and prepared to take it back to Maoshan.
Rong Jue stood on the stage, glanced at the local sect side faintly, and said softly, "Is anyone else coming up?"
Although many young disciples of the local sect were filled with righteous indignation, the extremely fast sword light that had just been honoured really caused many people to tremble, and no one took the initiative to stand up for a while.
"This is so special that I was slapped in the face in the first game. If you don't get this guy down, you will lose all your face on the local Taoist door!"
Lu Qing hummed and glanced at an area not far away from us, seemingly dissatisfied. Some young people over there are outstanding among the younger generation in the local Taoist schools. They are all hesitating, seemingly afraid of the sword of honor.
No way, just like Rong Jue said, the proud young people cultivated by the local Taoist school are all flowers in the greenhouse. Facing a sturdy guy like Rong Jue, they looked a little weak.
Rongjue sent by the Waidaomen, Rongjue is definitely the top figure among the younger generation there. In addition to thinking about the first face-slap on the local Taomen side, he seems to be thinking about... delaying time.
An Qi next to me was a little bit ready to move at this time. It is estimated that a violent factor of restlessness in the body had occurred. Her big eyes flickered and looked at me, smiling sweetly, just about to speak.
"No, don't even think about it!" I directly refused.
An Qi looked at me sullenly, pouting her mouth, and pinched my waist severely.
I rubbed my waist and eyes, stood up, stretched my waist, and stepped onto the stage in full view.
Many people at the local Taoist gate were stunned, and they whispered inquiries about my origin. Longhushan Zhangja and the old blind man seemed to be a little surprised, and didn't seem to expect me to play.
Ignoring the surprised gazes of those around me, I came to more than ten meters in front of Rong Jue and stood where Zhao Ling had just died.
"Do you want to avenge the man just now?" Rong Jue looked at me more seriously, with a little dignity, and seemed to perceive that my aura was different from those of the younger generation.
"No, no, don't get me wrong!"
I shook my head and said with a smile: "I'm not familiar with the guy just now. To be precise, I'm not a Taoist person, just to watch the fun! Well, part of the reason is that I came here for you. !"
"Huh?" A slightly different color appeared on Rong Jue's face.
I narrowed my smile, took a deep look at him, and said, "Demon Race Earth, Bai Family, the guy whose arm was cut off by you, remember him?"
Hearing what I said, Rong Jue's pupils shrank slightly and suddenly laughed!
"Remember, how can I not remember, he and I are similar people, it is rare to meet someone I admire here, so I didn't kill him!"
Rong Jue touched the scar on his face, smiled brilliantly, and said: "His second knife is very good, this scar is left to me!" (End of this chapter)