Qiu Sheng stayed with Uncle Jiu and learned some skills.
Especially the Great Sage's Chop Kuk, which has a wide range of moves and is very powerful. It's already to the point of entering the palace.
Wen Cai, who was possessed by Guan Sheng, struck at him with a sweep, but Qiu Sheng rolled around and dodged.
Look at Zhang Heng again.
I saw Zhang Heng holding the spiritual flag and making a slashing gesture.
"I'm just telling you, how did you invite Mr. Guan's true spirit to go down to the lower realm? It turns out it's just a trace of aura without an owner, and you still need to direct it yourself."
Qiu Sheng showed a look of surprise.
If you ask him to fight Master Guan's possessed spirit, he will definitely have no chance. He will know that he will lose without even fighting.
But there was only a glimmer of inspiration, and someone still had to direct it. Qiusheng thought he could give it a try.
Because strictly speaking, the literary talent in front of him is not possessed by Master Guan, but is a puppet of Zhang Heng's consciousness, and he needs someone to direct him.
"Watch the fight!"
Qiu Sheng can hit a carp with just a punch.
However, Zhang Heng, as a bystander, could see more clearly. Just like playing a game, Qiu Sheng knew his movements as soon as he raised his hand, and immediately waved the command flag and made a sweeping gesture.
Bang!
"Ouch!"
Qiu Sheng was hit on the shoulder with a sweep, and his whole body was like a top. He was knocked around on the spot: "What a strong force!"
Zhang Heng did not answer, and controlled the flag to order another attack.
Qiu Sheng was like a nimble ape, running around the yard, but he just couldn't get rid of the literary talent, and he was beaten out with the broom again due to his negligence.
"Is it that fast?"
Qiu Sheng was a little confused.
The smile on Zhang Heng's lips grew wider.
Although he couldn't invite Mr. Guan's true spirit, a ray of spiritual light could still transform a literary talent.
The first is strength.
Not to mention Qiu Sheng, even if there was a white stiff here, it wouldn't be enough to be torn apart by the possessed Wen Cai.
The speed is also astonishing. He can move a few meters with just one click of his feet. His body movements are as fast as ghosts, which is not at all the speed that normal people should have.
"Senior Brother Qiusheng, are you going to admit defeat?"
Zhang Heng held the command flag and stood behind the altar with a smile on his face: "The magic of inviting gods is the ultimate method for me to invite gods. In addition to the long preparation time and the need for an altar, there are other disadvantages.
They are all perfect, whether it is a divine surrender or another's physical surrender, once you use it, there will be few opponents at the same level, so it is normal for you to lose."
To surrender oneself, to invite gods to descend upon oneself. In this case, the power of the magic of inviting gods can be exerted to its maximum.
The side effect is that after being seduced by the spirit, you become confused and confused, and will not stop unless you kill the evil spirit or fall to the ground out of strength.
The point is that generally speaking, unless the situation is critical and they want to fight to the death, few mages will sacrifice themselves.
After all, if you are successful in fighting, you don't need this trick. If you use it, it means that the opponent is stronger than you, and you have no choice. Otherwise, it is called a bottom-line method.
down.
When he descends, he invites God to descend on others.
The side effects are borne by the recipient, and the performer plays the role of commander.
Of course, the amplification effect needs to be discounted, and is not as strong as the body drop. The advantage is that the caster can terminate the spell at any time.
As for the last one, there is a kind of speedy spiritual descending that Zhang Heng has not mentioned and has not yet mastered.
As the name suggests, this is a quick way to trance, and does not even require an altar.
The disadvantage is that it has great side effects, injuring the enemy by one thousand, and damaging oneself by eight hundred. At the very least, it can lead to a serious illness, and in serious cases, it can even shorten one's lifespan and end the life.
"Admit defeat?"
Qiu Sheng's eyes flickered: "Then I will..."
Before he finished speaking, Qiu Sheng rushed forward and rushed towards Zhang Heng behind the altar.
Zhang Heng smiled contemptuously and pointed out in an instant.
Qiu Sheng rushed towards him and was knocked to the ground. Before he could get up again, the broom was pressed against his throat.
"Admit defeat, admit defeat."
Qiu Sheng knew that he had no chance to sing, so he waved his hands repeatedly to express defeat.
Zhang Heng waved his command flag and controlled Wen Cai to retreat.
Qiu Sheng stood up like a carp, stretched out two fingers, and made a thrusting gesture: "Junior brother, was that finger the thunder finger just now?"
Zhang Heng nodded with a smile.
Qiu Sheng patted the dust on his body and exclaimed: "It's true. I heard my master say that I, Maoshan, have the three skills of fist and palm finger. Among them, my uncle from the Fulu Sect knows the Lightning Fist and Thunder Fist, and Master Xu knows the Thunder Finger."
, I didn’t expect you to do the same.”
"Zhenren Xu is my master. If the master can do it, I can do it too. Isn't this normal?"
After Zhang Heng finished speaking, he picked up the Bagua mirror on the altar and looked at Wen Cai: "Send the god back to his throne!"
Wow!!
When he was illuminated by the mirror, Wen Cai suddenly woke up with excitement.
"Ouch!"
It didn't matter that he woke up, Wencai's head was in a daze, and he felt sore and painful all over his body.
"What's wrong with me?"
Wencai suddenly sat down on the ground, and he still had the majesty of being subdued just now.
"You were forcibly seduced."
Qiu Sheng looked at him angrily: "If you don't practice Kung Fu all day long, your blood will be exhausted and your essence will be lost. You will be captured and distracted when you meet me. Master knows that I will beat you to death."
Although his whole body was sore, Wencai said without mercy at all: "You are not the same. You forgot about being obsessed with ghosts last time. If Master hadn't saved you, the grass on your grave would have been half a meter high."
"Okay, just say a few words."
Zhang Heng stepped forward, helped Wen Cai up, and pressed him on the chair.
"Does it hurt here?"
Zhang Heng pressed Wencai's arm and asked.
"It hurts, as if someone had hit me."
Wen Cai cried with a sad face.
Not to mention, he was indeed punched by Qiu Sheng. There was no reaction when the god descended just now, but now it has been revealed after the divine descent.
"How are your legs?"
Zhang Heng asked again.
"I feel sore and swollen, as if I had run on a mountain road for more than ten miles."
Wencai squeezed his legs and kept wailing.
"These are all normal reactions. You don't exercise much at ordinary times, and your muscles and bones are not stretched."
"After the God descended, some movements pulled my muscles and bones. I will rub some safflower oil on my body and it will be fine in a few days."
Although it was Zhang Heng’s first time for God to descend.
But he reads a lot and knows what to pay attention to after God descends.
Take Wencai as an example. After he was descended by the gods, he made some movements that he couldn't do at ordinary times, just like asking a person who doesn't exercise at all to do yoga.
I had to force him to do it, and my whole body would definitely be sore after doing it.
Therefore, in the divine surrender, using ordinary people to descend will cause great damage to the opponent's body.
If you are a martial arts practitioner, the side effects of the divine descent will be much milder, and if the time is short, there may not even be any side effects.
"In other words, to deal with Qiu Sheng, if we really let you deal with zombies, I'm afraid that even if you don't fall apart after the descending of the gods, you will probably have to lie in bed for a few days."
Zhang Heng patted Wencai hard on the shoulder.
Wencai looked aggrieved and looked at Zhang Heng pitifully: "Junior brother, don't use your magic on me next time. I can't bear it."
After saying that, he looked at Qiu Sheng: "Choose him, he can do split punch, he is strong and strong, you can do whatever you want."
"He can do the Great Sage Pigua, what can you do?"
"If my god sends him down and lets him beat you, wouldn't it make you worse off?"
Zhang Heng looked at Wen Cai speechlessly.
But then I thought about it, if Wen Cai wasn't stupid, who would he find to practice with?
After figuring out this key, Zhang Heng's smile became more kind, and he said seductively: "Brother Wencai, I've really worked hard on you today. Just tell me what you want to eat, and I'll add you to dinner tonight."
As soon as I heard about eating.
Wencai's eyes lit up and he immediately showed his excellent style of not forgetting to eat but not to fight: "I want to eat elbows and Dongpo pork."
"Okay, it's up to you, it's all up to you."
Zhang Heng agreed wholeheartedly.
The next second, his eyes moved back, and his malicious eyes fell on Qiu Sheng again.