Early the next morning, all the two sects of Chanjie went out to fight as scheduled, and each led their troops and soldiers to line up on the outskirts of Xiqi City.
The Jie Jiao and his party, headed by Zhao Gongming, urged their horses to stand in front of the formation, facing each other from a few hundred steps away from the Chan Jiao disciples.
"Brother Gongming, that Huanglong master doesn't know how powerful he is, but he still dares to go out into battle. It seems that he has to take it for brother Gongming again." Bai Tianjun looked at Huanglong opposite with amusement.
Yao Tianjun also echoed: "If it is as Brother Gongming said, if Huang Long could escape yesterday, how can he escape today? Sooner or later he will fall into Brother Zhao's trap."
"Hahaha..." Hearing this, Jie Jiao and his party all laughed and agreed.
After seeing Zhao Gongming's methods, the immortals of the Jie Sect, including Wen Zhong, had full confidence in him.
Faced with the praise from all his Taoist fellow disciples, Zhao Gongming just smiled slightly, then waved his hand and said: "According to the agreement in the battle letter, today we are going to fight with the lantern, which allows Master Huanglong to escape another disaster."
"Hahaha... Then Brother Zhao captured Ran Deng and hung him at the camp gate!"
The atmosphere in Jiejiao was high, and the morale of the immortals in Chanjiao was also high, especially the third generation disciples, almost all of them looked forward to it.
Huang Long said to Ran Deng: "I have a man named Gao Delong who has profound skills. It is easy to win!"
The other twelve immortals, who had been sitting in the reed canopy with sad faces and silent words, also cheered up.
They all agreed with Ran Deng to be the leader of the Chan Cult and take charge of the sect. They should show their power today and capture this beast.
However, Liu Qiao could see some clues from the fake smiles of the immortals. It was obvious that among the immortals, only Huang Long seemed to be the most enthusiastic and expected Ran Deng to win the most.
Without it, it would be revenge for being captured and humiliated by Zhao Gongming yesterday.
As for Guangchengzi, he was afraid of leaving behind his grandchildren, so his face changed so quickly. Before, his face was full of sadness, but now he is full of joy, and he has no other thoughts.
One party doesn't care about winning or losing. Winning is the best. Losing won't embarrass oneself anyway. The other party is waiting to see the Lantern joke.
Ran Deng was not modest in his compliments to the immortals of the Chan Sect, and just looked at Zhao Gongming across from him.
After a while, both sides were in position, and the "competitors" of the two religions were also well prepared with the encouragement of their respective cheering teams.
Zhao Gongming rolled over onto the tiger, raised his whip and said goodbye to Wen Zhong and others, and went out alone, ten steps away from the Chanjiao Immortals.
"Don't be alarmed, I'll go meet him." Ran Deng suppressed the noisy voices of the immortals beside him, then mounted the sika deer and walked out of the array.
Seeing Lantern coming on a deer, behind him were Master Huanglong, Master Yuding and other twelve immortals who explained the teachings, and all the disciples lined up to follow him.
Zhao Gongming looked at the immortals who explained the teachings: "Yang Jian saved Huang Long and left. He has the power of transformation. Let him come to see me."
Ran Deng smiled and said: "My fellow Taoist is a bamboo bucket. Huang Long escaped from the calamity only by himself. He relied on King Wu Hongfu and Jiang Shang's virtue. God will help you!"
The conversation between the two was like a confrontation. If you were an outsider and didn't know the situation, you really wouldn't understand what was being said.
However, Liu Qiao and others were all present, so they naturally understood what was happening.
Zhao Gongming accused Yang Jian of not respecting martial ethics and rescued Huanglong Zhenren by changing the method, and asked Yang Jian to come out with two moves.
Ran Deng said that Zhao Gongming was trying to fetch water with a bamboo basket, but Yang Jian was able to save Huang Long. It was not about how powerful he was, it all depended on the weather, the right location, and the help of people.
Zhao Gongming heard this and angrily said: "You are no more than a grain of rice, how can you falsely claim the number of heaven and use this to confuse the people's hearts? It is extremely hateful!"
For Zhao Gongming, victory or defeat is nothing more than victory or defeat, but the people who explain the teachings are just practicing the truth, but they always make false claims.
If I lose, I can say that the number of days is like this, God's will circulates, and retribution will come back sooner or later. If I win, then I can boast that God's will is on me.
This is used to deceive the people and make them superstitious about the number of days. But how can people guess the will of God?
Even if the leader is in charge of the latitude and longitude, he will not always talk about God's will.
After saying this, without saying any more, let the tiger come and beat you with a whip.
When Ran Deng saw Zhao Gongming coming with a whip, he held it with his sword and said, "Good! Good!"
You come and I go, fighting several times in the blink of an eye, the fight is so dusty and smokey, the dust is scattered all over the world, and dozens of feet are covered in darkness, and no foundation can be seen.
The immortals on both sides watching the battle were all a little surprised. They didn't expect that Ran Deng, who usually behaved like a seasoned man, was not bad at martial arts when fighting.
In particular, his body movements are as nimble and agile as an ape's. Even though Zhao Gongming's steel whip is as heavy as a whip, even if it hits the Lantern Sword, it will feel as light as cotton without any force.
All the immortals were paying close attention to the situation in the field, with different thoughts, including tens of thousands of soldiers and horses. Except for the sound of horses neighing, saddles and bridles, no one made a sound, as if they were afraid of disturbing the competition between the immortals in the formation.
Liu Qiao, who had been wandering in the sky, also set his sights on the scene, for no other reason than to see what wonderful Taoist skills Ran Deng and Zhao Gongming had.
In the field, after several rounds of fighting, Zhao Gongming knew that Ran Deng's martial arts skills were not much inferior to his own, and he was anxious to win, so he decided to strike preemptively.
"Hey!" Zhao Gongming pretended to make a move, and took the opportunity to wave his hand, and a ray of light suddenly appeared.
"Let's go!" Unexpectedly, Ran Deng laughed loudly, swayed in advance, and turned into a rainbow and walked away.
The speed of his escape was so fast that not only Zhao Gongming, who had just taken out the Dinghai Divine Pearl, but also the immortals from the two sects were a little stunned.
Immediately, Zhao Gongming rode on the black tiger, raised the wind and mist, raised his whip and chased after him, shouting: "Don't leave, little kid, Ran Deng!"
Chan, Jie Zhongxian then reacted.
The down-and-out formation leader Yao Tianjun saw that Ran Deng was timid before fighting and ran away. He couldn't help laughing and cheering: "Brother Zhao Dao is really a tiger, that Ran Deng is like a rat!"
"Gongming's wonderful method, when Ran Deng saw it, it was like a mouse seeing a cat. It was like a mouse running around with its head in its arms, hahahaha..." Bai Tianjun and Zhang Tianjun both looked at each other and laughed.
After hearing Zhong's smile, he saw Zhao Gongming running after him, and quickly shouted: "Brother Zhao! Don't chase the poor bandits... Ran Deng is full of tricks..."
Then the sound fell, and there was no trace of the two in the horizon.
I don’t know if Zhao Gongming heard it or not, but the cloud light didn’t stop for a moment, just like the wind rushing after the burning lamp.
The two chased each other and ran away. In the blink of an eye, they were gone without knowing where they were.
"You see what I said before was right, Master Ran Deng is indeed as good as Liu Qiao when he "escaped from the wind"!" Mu Zha, who has always been cold and talkative in the Chanjiao camp, said loudly.
Immediately, the immortals of the Chan Cult burst into laughter. Hearing this, the twelve immortals all looked at Liu Qiao with great interest.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! A black line flashed across Liu Qiao's forehead. Seeing all the teachers and fellow disciples looking at him playfully, he quickly tried to change the subject.
Explained: "Mu Zha's words are wrong. How can you say that Mr. Ran Deng is like me (claiming to be me)? It should be that the younger one is more like Mr. Ran Deng."
"I am not good at Taoism and my magic power is meager. I can only take one step forward when encountering an enemy. However, Mr. Randeng is taking retreat as an opportunity to advance. The chain of events is interconnected... first show the enemy weakness... and then invite you to enter the urn..."
Liu Qiao felt that although the "leader" was not here, he could not hide anything he said or did.
Especially when all the teachers and fellow teachers were present, Liu Qiao made his identity very clear.
He bluntly said that he was not good at academics, was rubbish in Shinto magic, and was a literary genius. He would definitely be unbeatable by anyone. When encountering an enemy, he could only take one step back.
However, Mr. Ran Deng was as wise as the sea and had profound knowledge. He must have planned in advance, so he "used retreat to advance" and laid a dragnet for Zhao Gongming to pursue.
After saying that there was no "trace" in the scene, Liu Qiao exclaimed with great interest: "It's so high, it's really high..."
Those who don't know, really think that Ran Deng has some clever plan and set up an ambush.
"Bah..." Brother Muzha spat softly and turned away, secretly cursing "covetous villain" in his heart.
When the Twelve Immortals heard Liu Qiao's words, they were confused. What plan did Ran Deng have to defeat the enemy? Why didn't we know?
"High...really high..." True Lord Daode also echoed Liu Qiao's words and extended his fingers to gesture.
The twelve immortal heads looked at Liu Qiao with different expressions, some were unhappy and some were disgusted, but most of them had a hint of "appreciation".
The immortals knew whether Ran Deng had a plan or not, and they were still waiting to see his joke.
What the True Lord Daode admired was not that Lan Deng was brilliant, but that he admired Liu Qiao's way of doing things.
Although anyone with a discerning eye can see that Ran Deng runs away as soon as he encounters an enemy, it can be called "a rat running away with its head in its arms".
But under the nonsense of Liu Qiao's words, he explained why he had hesitated before and admitted his shortcomings.
It also retains the appearance of Ran Deng on the side. It’s tall, it’s really tall!
………
As for Ran Deng, he is driving like crazy to escape the light, and he doesn't dare to slack off at all.
There was a distance of several hundred feet between Zhao Gongming and Zhao Gongming behind him. This distance was within reach of the immortals.
"Huhu..."
Ran Deng heard the sound of wind behind him, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, his face changed drastically, he couldn't think too much, he hurriedly summoned the spell, turned around and swept away with a flick of his sleeves.
A ball of purple gas flew out of the sleeve pocket of the self-igniting lamp. It swelled in the wind, and in a moment it was as big as a millstone.
At the same time, dozens of balls of light, as big as beans, filled with five-colored rays of light, darkened the sky and darkened the earth, struck at the face, and it turned out to be the Sea-Dinging Pearl created by Zhao Gongming.
"Winter!!!" The purple energy and light collided, making a loud noise, like the sound of chimes in a mountain temple.
But the sound was so loud that it shook the mountains in the lower world for hundreds of miles. Tigers and leopards were running around, and all living beings were deafened and bleeding and howling miserably.
Hao Guang and Zi Qi were locked in a stalemate, and it seemed that there was no winner or lose, but Ran Deng didn't show any joy at all and just ran away.
Then he heard the "whistle" of the wind, like the sound of mountain torrents and waves, and dozens of rays of light came in succession.
It was like a string of arrows hitting the purple air one after another.
It was like hitting someone on the glass with marbles, but it was so loud and shocking.
Twenty-four rays of light came out together, and in just a moment, they knocked the purple gas dozens of miles away and fell into the mortal world.
The purple air was like a star falling to the ground, causing the ground to tremble and the mountains to shake, not to mention breaking the mountains to loosen them. Not to mention, it continued to churn after falling to the ground, creating a trench that was dozens of miles long.
Only then can we see clearly what the purple energy looks like. It turns out that it is not a ball of "qi" but a millstone as big as a bowl.
The color is like purple gold, the shape is like a bowl, covered with purple smoke, and painted with auspicious clouds, it is extremely extraordinary.
But now, it was knocked out of the mortal world and crashed into the rocks, covered with mud.
"Hahaha... Little Ran Deng, your magic weapon is nothing more than this!" Zhao Gongming took back the Ding Haizhu and chased him, laughing loudly.
Thinking of using this to anger Ran Deng and force him to "harden up" with her.
Ran Deng said nothing, turned a deaf ear, and continued to run away in the rainbow light.
Although I feel very sorry for my magic weapon, the Purple Gold Alms Bowl, at this time, if I am not careful, it is hard to say that my life will be in danger.
The light in Zhao Gongming's palm carries the power of mountains and seas, and it is like a chain of arrows.
Even if you cultivate your immortal body, you can only take one or two hits at most before being knocked to the ground and losing half your life.
However, there are twenty-four rays in his palm, and they can shoot from left to right, up and down like arrows. How can anyone resist this?
Even though Ran Deng cultivated to become a true immortal, in terms of Taoism, magic power, and cultivation time, he was higher than Zhao Gongming.
But now that I encounter this kind of treasure, I don't intend to fight hard.
All you can do is lose some face and run away like a rat with your head in your arms.
Zhao Gongming, who holds this kind of treasure, not only burns the lamp, but also avoids the heads of the twelve immortals.
If it were really a one-on-one life and death battle, the Twelve Immortal Heads would not be without similar "big killer weapons".
With everyone letting go and using all their means, except for Huang Long, the other immortals challenged Zhao Gongming to a one-on-one challenge. It was hard to say whether they would win or lose.
However, there is a principle in the fight between the twelve immortals. If I have a "nuclear weapon" and you don't, then you can fight.
And if you also have a "big killer", you should never use it unless absolutely necessary.
It has nothing to do with victory or defeat, the main thing is that the risk is too great, especially with an "extreme terrorist" like Zhao Gongming who is willing to fight for his life.
As for reputation and face?
From Ran Deng's point of view, as long as you are alive and live long enough, when everyone else is dead, who in the younger generation will know that you have been embarrassed?
Besides, even the leader was not...
Aren’t you already admired by millions of people and worshiped by thousands of immortals?
Who among the truly top people would be so bored that they would spend all day scheming and competing for so-called "face"? It's too childish.