A middle-aged Taoist with black hair and white beard, and a beautiful woman in palace attire, were sitting at the stone table tasting spiritual fruits, drinking spiritual tea, and chatting happily.
Suddenly, they heard a loud voice, and their expressions changed slightly, and they stood up.
"Fellow Taoist Silver Dragon, this is..." The beautiful woman in colorful clothes frowned slightly and looked at the middle-aged Taoist.
"Don't worry, Fairy Yunluo. She is the elder of Dongji Palace. I'll go take a look." The middle-aged Taoist quickly calmed down and said.
"I'll go and have a look too." The beautiful woman in colorful clothes, known as Fairy Yunluo, said immediately after hearing this.
Taoist Yinlong nodded, and flew up in a flash, ignoring the island-protecting magic circle, easily shuttled out, and arrived outside the island.
Fairy Yunluo followed closely behind and flew out very lightly.
"I've met Elder Mo." After the two of them saw the person clearly, they didn't pay much attention to Yuan Ming, and saluted Mo Sanqi one after another with clasped fists.
"Elder Mo, what is the wind that brings you to me? Come on, come on, please go to the island. There are some magical tea and fairy fruits there." Taoist Yinlong invited with a warm smile on his face, slightly triangular.
His eyes, intentionally or unintentionally, glanced at Yuan Ming.
"Fellow Taoist Silver Dragon, let's just drink tea. I'm here on business this time. This fellow Taoist Yuan Ming just bought a challenge order in Liuyun Palace and plans to challenge you to seize the island." Mo Sanqi smiled slightly and said bluntly.
Said bluntly.
Upon hearing this, Taoist Yinlong's eyes twitched slightly, and then his eyes fell on Yuan Ming, and he looked at him carefully.
However, he soon made his own judgment. At most, he was in the middle stage of Yuan Ying's cultivation and there was nothing to fear.
"Haha, after waiting for these decades, some people are thinking about my spiritual ape island." Taoist Yinlong laughed freely, as if what he was facing was not a challenge, but a big happy event.
After saying that, he took the initiative to step forward and reached out to hold Yuan Ming's hand, as if he regretted seeing each other so late.
"I'm being unreasonable. I hope Fellow Taoist Yinlong won't blame you." Although Yuan Ming felt a little confused, he still responded politely.
"By the way, this... Fellow Taoist Yuan, right? You also act according to the rules, so that's okay. I just hope that fellow Taoist will be more noble for a while and not be too harsh." Taoist Master Yinlong said with a smile.
"It's rare to see fellow Taoist Silver Dragon take action. This time I didn't come in vain." Seeing this, Fairy Yunluo also smiled.
"Okay, as the saying goes, we don't know each other until we fight. I hope that after the fight, no matter who wins or loses, you can sit down and have a cup of tea." Mo Sanqi waved his hand and said.
"Easy to say, easy to say." Taoist Yinlong smiled even more on his face.
Yuan Ming did not speak, but nodded silently.
"Without further delay, let's start now?" Taoist Yinlong looked at Yuan Ming and said.
Yuan Ming nodded and immediately took a stance.
"We can't fight here. It will be bad if it spreads to the island. Let's go to sea." Taoist Yinlong said.
"Okay." Yuan Ming said indifferently.
Taoist Yinlong grinned, with a hint of conspiracy flashing in his eyes.
As a result, a group of four people quickly came to an open sea area with no nearby islands, and the battle officially began.
"Fellow Daoist Yuan, I am good at poisoning, so you should be more careful." Taoist Yinlong reminded him proactively.
Hearing this, Yuan Ming raised his brows, but did not say anything that revealed his strength.
Taoist Silver Dragon bowed from afar, raised his hand and grabbed it in the air. Light immediately gathered in his palm, and a dark green spear with a silver dragon wrapped around its surface emerged.
"Fellow Daoist Yuan, be careful."
He shouted lowly, and his figure suddenly turned into a ball of dark green mist, and disappeared suddenly.
The next moment, his figure appeared silently and out of thin air in front of Yuan Ming. The spear in his hand spun rapidly and pierced Yuan Ming's throat like a drill.
Yuan Ming frowned. The moment he approached, he suddenly dodged. The moment he stepped out of the way, he raised a fist and struck Taoist Yinlong's ribs slowly and swiftly.
Taoist Yinlong failed to avoid it and was hit straight away by Yuan Ming's punch.
Just hearing a "bang" sound, the moment Taoist Yinlong was hit by Yuan Ming, he was like a deflated rubber ball. His figure shrank rapidly, and a large amount of dark green gas escaped from his body, instantly blowing dozens of people around him.
Zhang Void was submerged in it.
Mo Sanqi and Fairy Yunluo were originally more than a hundred feet away from Yuan Ming. Seeing this situation, they both moved backwards and tried to keep as much distance as possible. They seemed to know the power of the dark green gas.
At this time, outside the dark green gas, a figure appeared, and it was another Silver Dragon Taoist.
"Fellow Daoist Yuan, my poisonous mist is not easy to resist. If you can't handle it, it's better to admit defeat as soon as possible." Taoist Yinlong held the ink dragon spear and shouted with a smile.
"I think it's okay." Yuan Ming's voice came from the dark green poisonous mist, calm and steady.
Immediately, he stepped on the void and walked out of the poisonous mist with a calm expression. He flapped his palm slightly in front of his mouth and nose a few times to disperse the poisonous mist in front of him a little. There was nothing strange about his whole body, as if that
Poisonous fog is just like ordinary smoke.
When Taoist Yinlong saw this, his expression froze slightly, and he was obviously a little surprised.
Fairy Yunluo raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Yuan Ming with a little more interest.
Mo Sanqi nodded imperceptibly, seeming a little satisfied that his judgment had been verified. The monk named Yuan Ming was not as simple as he seemed.
"Fellow Daoist Silver Dragon, your methods are a bit too fancy." Yuan Ming raised his hands while speaking.
Under the sleeves that slid down, his palms and a section of his arms were exposed. There were dark marks there, which were slowly fading away, obviously signs of being poisoned.
Just now, Taoist Yinlong seemed to hold his palm warmly, as if greeting him, but in fact, he quietly applied a plant juice to his hand.
This sap itself is not toxic, and is even colorless and odorless and cannot be detected easily, but when it comes into contact with the dark green poisonous gas, it will react violently.
If it weren't for Yuan Ming's already omnipotent body, with a body as powerful as a high-level magic weapon, his two arms would be just two bones at this moment.
"Haha, I really didn't expect that Fellow Taoist Yuan is still a high-level physical practitioner." Seeing that his trick didn't work, Taoist Yinlong twitched the corners of his mouth and said with a bit of a smile.
But Yuan Ming was too lazy to say anything to him anymore.
He took a step forward, and the Demonic Elephant Prison Suppressing Technique began to operate rapidly. A layer of red steam emitted from his body, and his aura suddenly surged, giving people the illusion of facing a fierce beast from the ancient times.
Taoist Yinlong's eyes narrowed, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.
Immediately, he raised his hand and threw it, and the ink dragon spear in his hand flew high, then turned the spear head upside down and flew down, diving into the sea.
Suddenly there was a strong wind and huge waves on the water, and waves of dragon roars came from below the sea.
Yuan Ming looked down and saw a faint shadow of a huge dragon circling in the sea below him, causing huge whirlpools to appear on the sea.
"Get up." Taoist Yinlong's robes were fluttering, his beard and hair were spread out, he shouted loudly, and raised his hands upward.
"Ouch..."
Accompanied by a loud dragon roar, a huge dark green dragon rushed out from the bottom of the sea, opened its bloody mouth, and engulfed Yuan Ming with its fangs and claws.
It has a single silver horn on its head, its armor is glowing with metallic luster, and its body is condensed with majestic water vapor. The aura exuding from its body is even better than that of its master, Taoist Silver Dragon.
Seeing the ink dragon charging towards him with great force, Yuan Ming was not afraid at all. He took the initiative to meet the attack, took a step forward in the void, raised his fist and hit the ink dragon.
At the front of his fist, red steam condensed into a huge elephant head.
"Boom" a loud noise!
The fist wrapped in an elephant head hit the silver horn on Mo Long's forehead hard.
Under the astonished gazes of everyone, the ink dragon couldn't resist for a moment, and the silver horn and head began to collapse, turning into pieces of broken scales that exploded in all directions.
Countless water vapor was evaporated by the power of this punch, and large clouds of mist and water vapor rose up.
The life magic weapon was shattered by a punch, Taoist Yinlong felt as if there was a thunderous sound in his chest, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell towards the sea like a kite with its string broken.
Mo Sanqi had quick eyes and quick hands. He raised his hand and a whirlwind came up, lifting him up and bringing him back.
While he was still unconscious, Mo Sanqi asked: "Fellow Taoist Silver Dragon, can you still fight?"
This question was asked euphemistically, but it was actually asking him, would he admit defeat?
Taoist Yinlong looked shocked, even a little confused. He never thought that the magic weapon he had cultivated for many years would be shattered by someone's punch.
Just when he was still lost in thought, he suddenly heard Fairy Yunluo shout loudly: "Fellow Taoist Silver Dragon, do you admit defeat?"
Taoist Yinlong suddenly came back to his senses, and was horrified to see that Yuan Ming was stepping on the void, striding towards him. Instead of relaxing at all, his momentum became more intense, even with a hint of murderous intent.
.
There is no need to have any doubt. If the opponent punches again, it will be his own body that will explode.
"I... give up, I give up." Taoist Yinlong shouted hurriedly.
At the same time as his voice sounded, Yuan Ming was already less than ten feet away from him. He could clearly see a look of regret flashing in Yuan Ming's eyes.
Taoist Yinlong suddenly felt a chill rising up his back, and couldn't help but shudder.
Mo Sanqi was relieved when he saw this, fearing that Yuan Ming would pretend to miss and punch Taoist Yinlong to death.
This situation has not happened before in previous years.
"I announce that Fellow Daoist Yuan succeeded in his challenge and became the new island owner of Spirit Ape Island." Mo Sanqi caught up and announced.
Yuan Ming's previous rainbow-like momentum suddenly disappeared, all the aura on his body converged, and returned to its original state, and he cupped his hands towards Mo Sanqi.
At this time, Taoist Silver Dragon also endured his injuries and flew over.
It's just that at this time, he no longer had the calm posture at the beginning, and his eyes towards Yuan Ming were somewhat evasive.
