No need to guess, Miao Jie really wants to use the thunder technique to subdue me in one move!

Grandma, I, Ye Ming, are naturally not a vegetarian, so I just want to be a thundering technique? Is it that scary?

Although I was cruel, I had already become worried.

Indeed, I have known about the power of the thunder technique from my master. Generally speaking, any demon or evil spirit is extremely afraid of the spell when they see it. The reason is very simple. As soon as the thunder is activated by the caster, it will be like a tracking missile and must be struck to the target before it will be willing to give up.

Although such talismans and spells are inherited in other Taoist sects, this thing is ultimately developed by Zhengyi Sect. Therefore, those who can truly control this spell are still the most authentic ones.

Miao Jie used the ultimate skill, so I naturally didn't dare to neglect anything. Without thinking too much, I quickly began to use Maoshan's authentic magic trick with my eyes closed.

But what made me particularly embarrassed was that it took more than two minutes to pass, and my body was completely wet by the nervous sweat. The "gods" I invited were beaten to death and refused to get on. For a moment, I was really in a dilemma.

To be honest, at this moment, I even had the idea of ​​finding a piece of tofu to kill me. Damn, it was so fucking embarrassing to lose my chain at the critical moment.

Seeing that I was jumping around in the spot for a long time without making any preparations for duels, Miao Jie saw it, smiled on his face, and glanced at Yu Ya from time to time, and scolded with disdain: "Haha, I also claim to be the descendant of Maoshan's authentic scholar, but I can't even use the most basic magical technique of asking for help!

I see you, it’s better to go back to Maoshan to practice again, so as not to embarrass your ancestors here!”

Perhaps he also felt my dilemma. Faced with Miao Jie's disdain, Yu Ya immediately explained to me: "You... don't underestimate people! He... He is very powerful. You may feel uncomfortable today, or you might as well fight again another day!"

"Haha, okay! I don't care anyway! What a boy? Why don't we fight again next day?" Miao Jie looked very handsome, but his words were filled with contempt for our authentic Maoshan, not to mention his tone. The standard one is the type that is extremely worthy of beating.

Even if I was kind, I could not tolerate Miao Jie's repeated provocations. When my eyes were cruel, I immediately stopped all the actions of asking for the gods, and then frowned and sneered: "Hmph! Without the magical art, I can still fight! Come on!"

It may also be out of resentment and shame that I had no choice but to worry about anything at this moment. As I spoke, the ghost beast in my hand immediately pointed directly at Miao Jie opposite me, and a bunch of angry flames burst out in my eyes.

"Ha! You are looking for death. Don't say that we are bullying you Maoshan Sect!" Seeing my resolute look on my face, Miao Jie couldn't help but hesitate, but soon, his eyes were cold, and with the emergence of a lightning-like lilac silky object, the thunderous talisman suddenly pressed against the Liangyi mark of the long sword in his hand.

In just a moment, waves of lightning appeared around the long sword in Miao Jie's hand, and at the same time, waves of "wavy" sounds were made from it from time to time.

This Miao Jie is indeed a powerful figure. If there is no certain Taoist practice, it will be impossible to successfully operate it without such a talisman.

And I, in Miao Jie's eyes, are like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and I am as frustrated as I am.

After a "swoosh" sound, before I could fully react, as thunders flashed past me, Miao Jie's figure was already pressing towards me.

This move was indeed cruel. Under the pressure of countless thunderbolts, I didn’t even have the opportunity to avoid it. The only way to break through was to fight Miao Jie head-on. After a while of helplessness, I raised the ghost sword in my hand with my heart and greeted Miao Jie’s long sword.

Soon, with a "bang" sound, my body was thrown away for a long time, and then it fell heavily to the ground. A touch of fishy sweetness suddenly struck my throat, and a mouthful of blood immediately sprayed out of my mouth.

Indeed, as I expected, my strength is not the same level as Miao Zheng. With just one move, I beat me up and broke into a defeat.

Faced with the final competition results, Miao Jie's face was once again filled with disdain and sneered, and when he shook his head, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "The accuracy is enough, but the strength is too inferior. Tsk tsk, it's a pity! Haha, can the Maoshan School only accept a weak chicken like you?

Otherwise, if something really happens, I will think about visiting your head in the future, and it may be embarrassing if I want to visit you!"

"Ha! Is that so? You forced me!" Although I, Ye Ming, is kind-hearted, is definitely not the kind of person who can be trampled on. With a burst of anger, a cold sneer suddenly emerged in my eyes.

Without hesitation, I really bit Guo Lu's left wrist under Miao Ling's surprise gaze. As a result of the fishy and sweet blood pouring into my throat, the color between my eyes instantly turned into a touch of blood red.

Yes, in order to maintain our authentic reputation in Maoshan, I finally chose Chiyou.

However, even I never expected that if I inspired Chiyou, I would no longer be the descendant of Maoshan Sect, but a witch monster transformed from ancient times.

As expected, seeing my sudden change, Miao Jie immediately looked shocked on the spot. He didn't react to what was going on for a long time. After the change, "I" naturally would not give him the chance to come back to his senses. In just a moment, he roared wildly and rushed to him.

After all, Miao Jie was just a modern version of a Taoist priest, so he naturally had never seen Chi You's true face. Seeing that "I" rushed to him, the first calf was not afraid of a tiger, he was still thinking of wielding the long sword in his hand and slashing towards "I".

The same old saying goes, if you don’t commit suicide, you will never die.
Chapter completed!