Donggua Leyangwen was still the same as before, wearing black clothes and pants, with a familiar smile under his arm. His eyes swept across the audience and finally landed on Xiao Chi Maojiu. wWw!QUAbEn-XIAoShUo!COm
The monks who had been so noisy just now were a little confused, and confusion appeared on everyone's face, as if they couldn't remember what happened just now.
Fei Fei whispered to Wen Leyang how he felt just now: "First, the people around him kept making noises and chaos, and then from nowhere, a tune that sounded like a suona or hummed through the nose sounded in his head, and all of a sudden his whole body They are all so restless that they just want to rush into the crowd and make a lot of noise in order to feel better..."
He raised his beautiful eyebrows and said: "This is the art of witchcraft, called mourning gate blowing!" After speaking, he paused for a moment and then nodded in a presumptuous manner: "Leyang can perform it to this extent, which is pretty good. Got it!"
Fei Fei looked at Chang Li's expression carefully, smiled, and said, "You just heard what little Chi Maojiu said, right?"
Ouch, he laughed, but he couldn't brag in front of Fei Fei.
Several people laughed, and Zhuizi smiled especially happily. He embraced Fei Fei with an affectionate look on his face: "So many monks just fell into trouble, but you lasted longer than them..."
Fei Fei didn't have to wait for Aizi to finish what she meant to understand her meaning: "What I studied is psychological analysis and psychological control, and ordinary bewitchment is of little use to me."
Several people were whispering in the corner. Short winter melon had already walked towards little Chi Maojiu. Chi Maojiu quickly came up to him and bowed to him: "I've seen Mr. Leyang!"
Luo Sanmai Tuoxie's disciples already knew what Huacheng had done in the past two thousand years. When Xiao Chi Maojiu broke out of the stone, he had guessed who was behind it through witchcraft, so he warned him and refused to directly He took action to break Le Yangwen's witchcraft.
Leyangwen carefully looked at the Miao boy with only one arm left in front of him. His eyes twinkled.
Chi Maojiu smiled very calmly. He stretched out his one hand and pointed at the large group of monks in front of him: "Originally, you want to kill them. I can only help. But..." He said. Chi Maojiu sighed: "Jifei Shuijing once had great kindness to me and Qiniang Mountain. I dare not break the witchcraft of Mr. Gu. I can also let these people continue to be in chaos. Then he warned. If you find it weird...just be weird."
Leyangwen has returned to normal at this moment. He stretched out his hand and patted Chi Mao's shoulder with a smile: "I just saw them arguing and having fun. I just joined in the fun when I got angry. I didn't mean to kill anyone. No need to say so much!"
The paintings of the city are famous all over the world for their magical powers. But except for a limited number of people such as Wen Leyang. No one on the path of cultivation knows that Disciple Leyang is also good at witchcraft. As soon as the short winter melon finished speaking. The casual cultivators screamed and became confused. Only then did I realize that I had been poisoned by Leyang Wenduo without knowing it. Immediately some grumpy people yelled at Le Yangwen.
Others, taking into account their past feelings, were silently cultivating. I felt extremely unhappy. Such things as quarrels. It may not necessarily happen between enemies. Especially this group of casual cultivators who are quite generous and pay attention to pleasure and grudges. If they don't like each other. They won't stand together at all. Most of the quarrels just now were like those between pigs, cats, and the Red Army brothers and sisters. Born among one's own people. Once you lose control of your emotions, you will do harm. It’s the person closest to you!
That's when. Without saying a word, San Cun Ding Wen suddenly swung into the crowd. It moves as fast as a ghost. Immediately, there was a crackling sound. More than a dozen people who cursed at Le Yangwen were slapped in the face and fainted.
At the same time, Wen Buzuo stepped out and stood in front of Leyang Wen, shouting sternly and loudly: "No one is allowed to be rude to Mr. Leyang when there is a person named Wen here!" Wen Buzuo even looked serious. , there is also a gleaming look in his eyes, which makes people clenched their fists involuntarily at the sight of him.
Not long ago, we almost died when we practiced the three skills in one. Later, as a blessing in disguise, Changli was able to rebuild his meridians. Now he has officially entered the realm of cultivators. Moreover, with Changli's deliberate help, their brothers' abilities It was much stronger than ordinary casual cultivators. Wen Buyu swayed around among the casual cultivators and must have screamed after a slap in the face!
Er Niang glared at Xiao Chi Maojiu with some dissatisfaction and reminded him gently: "If anyone scolds Huacheng again, you will kill him directly. Don't stand around like a fool!"
Not only Li, but even the casual cultivators were confused. The Wen family and the Miao people were all helpers invited by Jifei Shuijing. Leyang Wen was obviously here to cause trouble. Xiao Chi Maojiu exposed his witchcraft first, and now But he and the Wen family kept protecting him.
Leyang Wen of Huacheng was stunned. His qualifications were far inferior to Leyangtian who died in Huacheng. He had not practiced witchcraft since he was a child, and he had lost a lot of the witchcraft he inherited. I'm afraid it will be difficult to regain the prestige of the painting city in the turbulent road of cultivation. After escorting the fifth brother Hanbao back to the corpse raising ground, I also wanted to go home, so I wandered around. After hearing about the Huashan Goddess Peak Conference, I couldn't help but get curious. have a look.
The conference didn't mention anything about Painting City at all, but most people thought that it was actually re-electing the leader of the Loose Cultivator Alliance, and the re-elected leader was inextricably related to the Wen family.
Although it is suspected of being exploited, Huacheng has actually done a lot for casual cultivators in the past two thousand years. Leyang Wen was already lost and had extreme ideas. In his opinion, those casual cultivators could only sneer at Jifei Shuijing in order to be worthy of the care they had received from generation to generation in the painting city.
Seeing these casual cultivators getting more and more noisy and indecisive, Leyangwen felt angry, and then he started to cast witchcraft. However, he did not intend to let these people kill each other, he just wanted to punish them and not let them underestimate the painting. city! But since he showed up, it was the Tuoxie disciples who protected him.
He couldn't help but burst into laughter and glanced at Wen Leyang: "Your Wen family's way of doing things is a mess everywhere!"
Zhuizi frowned slightly, and at some point, his face turned a little pale. He said to Wen Leyang calmly: "I killed Short Winter Melon's father."
Wen Leyang sighed, not knowing what to say.
Sancun Ding Wen didn't say that he was in a deserted place among the casual cultivators. His body flashed past like lightning. After a series of slaps, he had returned to the Huacheng Master. He stood side by side with his brother, one tall and one short. The two door gods protected Leyang Wen behind them.
Wen Buzu glanced at his cool brother approvingly, put on a villainous smile again, pointed at the people who had just been knocked to the ground, and shouted to the still shocked casual cultivators: "Look out. Wow! Disrespectful to the painting city... yo!"
When he was halfway through his words, the casual cultivators suddenly let out a loud shout, followed by the chaotic shouts of various magic weapons.
They rose up, almost covering the entire sky, and covered their faces with their brothers: Three hundred casual cultivators dared to go to Mount Emei to cause trouble. Now there are thousands of casual cultivators, and everyone's face is burning. The one who is particularly aggressive is not a famous person. The expert is simply a kid I have never heard of.
The brothers who don't say it or don't do it are scared out of their wits. It's true that the two brothers are reshaping the foundation of their true energy, but they don't know any magical powers. When they do it, they still jump and strike like the Wen family's martial arts. There is no way to deal with so many magical weapons. Speaking of the two of them, even Wen Leyang, who didn't know magic, couldn't stop them.
Leyang Wen was only half a step away from saying nothing and not doing anything. Seeing countless magic weapons rushing towards him, he could only scream once in a panic. He turned his hands and instinctively gathered his magical power to resist. He didn't expect that not saying anything but not doing would be extremely loyal. , turned over suddenly after screaming strangely, one hugged him, and the other grabbed the little Chi Maojiu and threw it into the pile of Wufu monks.
'Buddha, protector! 'Old Rabbit Yaobu Le took a step forward, coiled up the Buddhist dharma seal, and suddenly a burst of light burst out in the sky. The three golden dragons, Zhang Yaowu, circled around, and faced the dharma treasures all over the sky like lightning.
The young leader Liu Zheng and the great Lama Rangjiong, one on the left and the other on the right, steadily brought back the four unlucky guys who had fled.
Countless magic weapons in the sky, Buddhist guardian golden dragons and Kunlun Dao sword screens were shining brightly. At the moment when they were about to collide, a night owl-like howl sounded without warning, and a hunched body The old woman dodges all the way from the bottom of the mountain, and actually blocks her body with her body between the vast torrent formed by the convergence of two magic weapons and magical powers!
The old woman's movements were unparalleled, and her hands were spinning around in mid-air as if they were driven by the wind. Whether it was a magical flying sword, magical powers summoned by magic spells, or spiritual beasts released by monks, she grabbed and put them down. On the ground, in just a blink of an eye, it seemed like it was raining, and all kinds of magic weapons that had lost their luster fell down.
The three golden dragons summoned by the old rabbit demon were also broken into pieces by her in the blink of an eye. They turned into curls of golden light amidst the unwilling roar and were blown away by the wind.
But in the blink of an eye, the collision of supernatural powers that was so powerful just now was completely... demolished by this old woman! Except for Changli and Zhuizi who had sneers on their faces, almost everyone had their mouths opened in astonishment, unable to believe what was happening in front of them.
After looking at the expressions of the people around them, they secretly touched the awl. The two top demons also hurriedly imitated others and opened their mouths blankly...
Even if the casual cultivators are not good at cultivation, every magic weapon is enough to penetrate the golden cracked stone, not to mention that there are experts like the Pig Cat Red Army among them, not to mention the Golden Dragon Dharma Appearance summoned by the old monk, but compared to the power of Haoran, it is blocked , and what’s even more shocking is that she caught and threw away every single one of the thousands of magic weapons and magical powers that arrived almost at the same time, ranging from the size of a majestic giant dragon to the size of an ox-hair needle that was hard to see with the naked eye!
The old woman jumped to the ground, her cloudy eyes finally stopped on the faces of Jifei and Shui Jing, and coughed lightly.
Jifei and Shui Jing fell to the ground together with a grunt, leaving Wen Bucao's majesty sitting under the bed...
The old woman's voice was even worse than a crow hoarse from crying: "Fellow immortals, I have to be polite." She said she was polite, but she didn't move her body: "Because the great catastrophe is coming, the life and death of the monks in the world On the front line, I took the liberty to take action now, and I hope you will show your respect."
It was still quiet on the top of the mountain, no one spoke.
The old woman seemed to smile and pointed to the magic weapon on the ground: "Please take back the magic weapon!"
Only then did the casual cultivators realize that they were not injured after the magic weapon was shot down, and the soul in the magic weapon was not damaged at all. The old woman only offset the power of the magic weapon just now, and the heat was just right.
Wen Leyang finally couldn't help it, and looked at Zhuizi and Changli with inquiring eyes. The two demon immortals made a disdainful expression at the same time, and said to him through sound transmission: "It's nothing to show off deliberately!"
Wen Leyang heard a sour smell and felt even more uneasy.
The old woman's skills shocked the entire audience as soon as she made her move. Even a fool could see that she was deliberately demonstrating. A master like this who is reclusive in the world certainly did not come to Huashan to compete for great talents...
Everyone looked at Jifei Shuijing. After all, the meeting was convened by the two of them, and only the two of them could do the extremely dangerous task of asking the old woman.
Jifei reluctantly took a step forward, with an extremely pious expression on his face. In the past, he could only see this expression when he was serving Chang Li, and he spoke respectfully: "The old fairy's cultivation is as high as the sky, and she can eliminate a cultivator with just a raise of her hand." What's more rare is that you have such a compassionate heart to come all the way to Huashan for us incompetent juniors. If you can get a glimpse of the immortal face today, it will be a lifetime of practice! Please accept my kindness, old fairy lady. bye!"
Shui Jing stood behind Jifei, said Amitabha in suspense, and bowed to the ground along with the old Taoist.
The old woman dodged to avoid the gift from the two monks. Ji Fei and Shui Jing immediately pumped their heels and followed the old woman with their heads spinning, insisting on bowing no matter what... When Jifei raised his head again, his face was excited again. , admiration, and a bit of heartfelt joy...
Regardless of whether they are casual cultivators, Zhengdao or Shizong, everyone is scolding in their hearts. No one would have thought that Ji Fei, an old Taoist, would not talk about business, but come up first and give a big gift and a bunch of flattery. Judging from their expressions, as long as the old woman nods, she will immediately follow them.
Old Taoist Jifei himself also got into the act, and asked the old woman with a trembling voice: "Old Fairy Lady, please tell me about the Immortal Sect, so that the younger generation can know which side of the Immortal Vein and Spiritual Land can cultivate such an immortal figure like you!"
After the old Taoist finished speaking, he was looking at the old woman with longing and waiting for the answer. A burst of wild laughter suddenly came from down the mountain: "Little Taoist, I'll teach you to be good. The person in front of you is from beyond the South China Sea." Granny Shu Dou from Nine Hundred Miles of Tianxing Reef!"
Amidst the laughter, an old man with a red face had already jumped up the mountain. As soon as he reached the top of the mountain, everyone felt hot all over, as if the person who jumped up was not an old man, but a big stove.
Just when the old man didn't know whether to continue to fawn over the old woman or turn to the red-faced old man, there was another voice that sounded rusty and made people feel like taking out his tongue and putting it on a whetstone to polish it, in a hoarse voice. With the meaning of clanging metal clashing, it echoed from layer to layer in the mountains: "Little Taoist priest, please be a good boy. This person who just came to the mountain is the Heavenly Master holding the sun at Laoca Tianya in the East China Sea!"
The monks standing on the edge of the top of the mountain were quite conscious and immediately moved away with a crash. Sure enough, when the words ended, a middle-aged man whose body was yellow and black, and whose skin seemed to be covered with rust came up the mountain.
The third voice came one after another, a clear and beautiful female voice, a little breathless, as if climbing the mountain was too strenuous, but unwilling to be silent: "Little Taoist priest, I will teach you another lesson. This is Iron Rust from Qilian Mountain." Sir!" Immediately, a gust of fragrant wind swayed on the top of the mountain, and everyone's eyes went dark. A woman wearing a bright red dress and her fat body trembling every time she walked jumped up.
Brother Caihong is already an unusually fat man in the world, but compared with the fat woman in front of him, he can only be described as slim.
The four people who came up the mountain one after another laughed loudly after meeting each other, as if they were old friends they hadn't seen for many years.
The old Taoist Jifei was taught three good things in a row. He didn't know what to say for a long time. He stood in the hall in shock with his long mouth. He was gentle, with a villain's smile on his face, and he asked carelessly. Finally, he went up the mountain. The fat lady said: "Fairy aunt, you also taught me to be good. What do you always call me?"
As soon as Wen Buzuo opened his mouth, the fat woman immediately turned around and smiled at him: "I am Ji Butai from the Red Bottom Grotto in Changbai Mountain. They call me Rexian Gu, but you can just call me sister!" As she said that, she looked at Wen with spring eyes. Don't throw away a wink.
Goosebumps appeared on the base of Wen Buzuo's tongue, and he choked back what he wanted to ask.
Ji Bu Dao goes hand in hand with the name of "Don't Talk, Don't Be a Brother".
The four people who went up the mountain didn't care about others at all, and just talked and joked among themselves. They were obviously of the same status and their cultivation and magical powers were not much different. Not only Wen Leyang, almost everyone was a little frightened. When in the world Four monsters appeared!
If they also participate in the battle between good and evil, no one can protect the casual cultivators who just want to stay out of it.
The fat woman Rexiangu chirped in a high-pitched voice and asked the other three people: "Where is Xiao Sang? Why don't you see him coming?"
The other three people all shook their heads. The red-faced old man holding the sun frowned: "This kid has always been dawdling, who knows if he will come out now!"
The fat woman shook her head: "I don't think I'll miss what I promised. Maybe... I was delayed on the way... "
Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by the old man Baori: "Who can delay him? Hey, how about the Ji family girls work hard and go to Dagukeng to catch him out of bed? "His words were sinister, and there was an illicit smile in his tone.
The fat woman's face suddenly turned into a red cloth, and every piece of fat on her body was twitching. She pretended to be coy on her oily face, and said delicately: "Hengshan is so far away, I can't Can’t walk…”
Granny Shudou interrupted the two of them with a wave of her hand, changed the topic, looked at Baori and said: "You traveled thousands of miles to call us all, but you didn't call Wu Dudu on the top of Huashan. How can it make sense? !”
Baori was much more serious with the old woman, and shook his head sternly: "Old Wu has a heavy responsibility. Although he is close at hand, don't disturb him yet..."
Aizi's expression did not change, but Changli's eyes quietly brightened, and he made a nine and then a six to Wen Leyang. Wen Leyang nodded slightly, but was extremely surprised in his heart.
Nine hundred miles away from the South China Sea, the hunched-over mother-in-law Shu Dou on Tianxing Reef
Laoshan Mountain in the East China Sea hugs the old man with a red face at Mount Tianfeng
Qilian Mountain Pinjinwo Middle-aged Mr. Rust
Changbai Mountain Red Bottom Cave Big Fat Woman Hot Fairy Girl
In addition, what they mentioned, Hengshan Dagukeng Xiaosang, Huashan Wu Dudu...
At that time, Wen Shulin was escorted by Tianyin and counted nine places. Now there are six places that are consistent. If it is just a coincidence, this probability is too low.
If these people in front of me are really related to the nine places calculated by Wen Shulin, then what is their relationship with Liu Xiang? What's the relationship with Monkey Qianren? Nine places involve six, what about the other three? Now Wen Leyang's mind was completely in a mess. This feeling happened once when he took the mathematics test after graduating from junior high school.
Fei Fei also quietly took out his cell phone and sent a text message to Xiaosha. Houhou Qian was originally going to the ancient pit of Mount Heng to look for someone. Unexpectedly, before he went, someone mentioned this place. Xiao Shashou walked hurriedly while holding his breath. Now he had come out of the mountains. He had just climbed a few steps to the Goddess Peak when he received a text message. He screamed in anger, turned around and went back to call Monkey Qianren.
Old Taoist Jifei tried hard to suppress his pounding heart. Just when he was about to speak, the voice of the old rabbit demon suddenly came to his ears: "The cultivation of these four people is unfathomable, and even my heavenly eyes cannot see through it. , I’m afraid they are all top figures on the same line as my master, so you must be careful when dealing with them!”
The courage that Jifei had just raised melted away with the words of the old rabbit demon.
As soon as Old Rabbit Yaodi used the secret transmission of Zen sound, the four people suddenly looked back at him at the same time. Grandma Shudou sneered: "If you have anything to say, just say it openly. There is no need to hide it!" Then, the old man The wife raised her head with difficulty again, and asked with some confusion: "Who is your ancestor? Can he compare with us?"
Before the old rabbit demon could speak, Wen Buzuo took over the conversation with a smile: "My ancestor is also a well-known person. If we have a chance to meet, she and you will definitely hit it off!"
Granny Shudou ignored them, lowered her head and walked aside silently. Her body was extremely rickety, and except when she raised her head to speak, her old face was always facing the ground.
The four monsters discussed in low voices for a few more words, and finally the old man Baori from Laoshan in the East China Sea took a step forward.
Everyone was waiting for them to speak. When they saw someone finally coming out, they all closed their mouths and stopped whispering. However, Bao Ri's eyes wandered, and he had to wait until he had glanced at everyone present before he seemed satisfied. He smiled, completely ignoring the presence of the Five Blessings masters, and spoke: "The four of us really have some unavoidable reasons for disturbing us, so I would like to ask all fellow Taoists Haihan to help me." As he said that, he clasped his fists with his hands and made a symbolic gesture. He arched twice: "What Granny Shu Dou said just now is indeed true. The path of cultivation is now... coming! Head!"
For the last four words, the old man sharpened his tone. Wen Leyang felt as if a train passed by his ears very quickly, and his mind was buzzing! Then he was surprised to find that even he could barely resist the roar, but Feifei didn't faint. Judging from his expression, it seemed that he felt similar to him. Only then did he vaguely understand that the power of the old man's four-word shout was different in everyone's ears. Depending on the level of cultivation of everyone present, everyone would feel the same discomfort.
His expression has long since turned cold, and Aizi's face has returned to a pitiful look... (Quanben Novel Website www.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.com)