Liao Chen and Bai Hong looked over after hearing this, their pretty faces immediately tensed up and their beautiful eyes shot out with cold gazes. It was obvious that they had been having some fun before.
"I didn't expect to meet fellow Daoist Zhang here. It's indeed a coincidence. It's indeed a coincidence." Bai Hong sneered and said with a hint of ice on his jade face.
After Bai Hong and Na Luochen, Tingtingyu stood behind Bai Zhanhong and said no more. Her pretty face was as calm as still water and as cold as an iceberg. She really looked like a fairy who did not eat the fireworks of the world.
No one dared to have the slightest sense of obscenity. Even Xiong Siniang, who was traveling with Yu Ziqing, looked at Bai Hong and Liao Chen with admiration in their eyes.
Only Yu Ziqing knew that these two fairies, who looked extremely holy, were actually very loose women at heart.
The cultivation base of these two people is not much different from that of Zhang Shenxian. I don’t know who will win when they fight. After Yu Ziqing glanced at Bai Hong and the other two people, he saw that the cultivation base of these two people was similar to that of Zhang Shenxian.
Pretty much, but I became somewhat interested in watching a movie.
When Yu Ziqingzheng was looking at Bai Hong and Liao Chen with some interest, Bai Zhanhong finally gained confidence when he saw the two fairies coming, and said loudly: "Zhang Zhiyuan, you allow your disciples to act recklessly in our Wudong Mountain. My people had no choice but to take action to warn them."
I never thought that you didn’t want to discipline your children but instead bullied me. Today I won’t argue with you about these principles. Since you bullied me, everything must be done according to the rules of Miaoling. If you follow the path, I, Baiyun Village, will take over.”
Zhang Zhiyuan, the tall and thin man who made the sarcastic remarks before, heard this and smiled coldly: "Well, you have hurt me, the children of the Zhang family, but you are justified. Today, as you said, if you don't argue with those truths, we will judge you as a hero based on victory or defeat, Baiyun Village."
If you defeat the evildoer who hurt my children of the Zhang family that day, you will have to destroy one of your arms. In addition, you will also need to return the Wu Zhu Ling, my ancestor's possession, to me, Zhang Lai."
Haha, Bai Zhanhong laughed angrily when he heard this. His laughter echoed in the valley, even sounding harsh in the dark night.
"What a big joke. When did the Wu Zhu Ling become the property of your ancestors of the Zhang family? If you want to take the Wu Zhu Ling, come and take it from Bai. You are a man, so why bother to go through so much trouble?" The laughter suddenly stopped, Bai Zhanhong
He glared at Zhang Zhiyuan and sternly mocked
Zhang Zhiyuan did not show the slightest embarrassment when he heard this. Instead, he smiled sadly and said calmly: "This Wu Zhuling has been in Miaoling for countless years and passed through the hands of many people. You said it is not the property of my Zhang family.
It’s difficult, isn’t it?”
Bai Zhanhong snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "The right path lies in the river. I don't want to argue with you that you will win or lose with your words. If you have the ability to defeat us, it won't be too late to raise conditions."
At this time, Yu Ziqing still didn't know that the real purpose of this family fortress was that Wu Zhuling smiled coldly in his heart, and was very shameless of the Zhang family's methods. On the contrary, Bai Zhanhong seemed to be a very rough and heroic person, and there was something in his heart.
appreciate
"What is the Wu Zhu Ling?" Yu Ziqing asked curiously
A trace of sadness flashed across Xiong Siniang's face, and she replied in a low voice: "Mr. Hui, the witch palace accepts descendants every fifty years. Only Miao Jiang who holds the witch blessing order and has good bones will have the chance to be selected.
It turned out to be just a token of entry, but for mortals, this opportunity is truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and extremely precious.
"Then what is the relationship between the Miao King Temple and the Shaman Temple?" Yu Ziqing remembered that Xiong Lingqiao once mentioned that Bai Zhanhong practiced in the Miao King Temple, and asked again.
"The Temple of the Miao King is just a name for the world, but it is actually the Temple of the Witch," Xiong Siniang replied.
Yu Zifeng nodded, already understanding in his heart
While Yu Ziqing and Xiong Siniang were talking in a low voice, Zhang Zhiyuan showed a pitiful expression and said solemnly: "What Bai Village Master said is reasonable, but the sword has no eyes. If we really fight like this, I'm afraid this hillside will become a river of blood today."
Those who came here are all people of the same spirit. If they really want to die for the sake of our family, Zhang and Xin can't bear it. If you and I compete ten times, I won't let you suffer. If we lose,
, not only has the matter of hurting my children been exposed, I will also offer a thousand-year-old ginseng with both hands. However, if you lose, the Wu Zhuling will have to belong to my Zhang family. As for the matter of hurting my children, I have a lot of information, so I can only
break a finger
Zhang Zhiyuan's move of retreating in order to advance made many people on both sides secretly nod in agreement. Especially when he proposed to use thousand-year ginseng as a bet, many people thought that the competition was fair. You must know that thousand-year ginseng is something that can be encountered but cannot be found.
, if you really take it properly, your skill will skyrocket, and it is very possible for a mortal to become a first-class person like Bai Zhanhong and Zhang Zhiyuan. Even Bai Hong and Liaochen's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up when they heard the Thousand-Year Ginseng.
The immortal looked cold, obviously he already knew about this.
However, people with real foresight know that Zhang Zhiyuan's bet seems fair. In fact, the thousand-year-old ginseng may seem tempting, but it only has a temporary effect. Wu Zhuling is an opportunity for people to worship in the witch palace. If they are really destined to worship,
Entering the witch palace to cultivate true skills, but how can it be compared with the thousand-year ginseng? In the final analysis, the thousand-year ginseng is a mermaid, and what Wu Zhuling gives is a mermaid.
Of course Bai Zhanhong understands this, but the Zhang family has been planning for Wu Zhuling for a long time. Today, they are just using the excuse of their son's injury to openly propose a bet.
This is secondly, the most important thing is that even if Bai Zhanhong doesn't gamble today, Zhangjiazhai will definitely still seize the Wu Zhuling at all costs.
Bai Zhanhong's thoughts were racing, he glanced at Bai Hong and Liao Chen from the corner of his eye, his face suddenly sank, and he clasped his fists around, saying: "In front of everyone today, I, Bai, agree to this competition.
But I also ask you to be witnesses for Bai. If our Baiyun village wins tonight, Zhangjiazhai will never try to trick Wu Zhuling again in the future."
"Haha, Master Bai Sai is really generous, let's start." Zhang Zhiyuan looked up to the sky and smiled coldly.
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After Zhang Zhiyuan's words fell, the world became quiet. Only the mountain wind blew by, and the competition was finally about to begin.
"Old Taoist, I will sacrifice my ugliness first." Zhang Shenxian flicked the dust in his hand, walked off the stage leisurely, and stood proudly between the two parties.
As soon as Zhang Shenxian came out, everyone in Baiyun Village turned their attention to Bai Hong and Liao Chen, even Xiong Siniang was no exception.
Bai Hong and Liao Chen looked at each other, and then Bai Hong moved lightly, her large Taoist robes fluttering in the wind. Matching her dignified and pretty face, she really had a fairy-like demeanor, which made everyone admire her. Only Yu Ziqing,
What I saw was just the loose Taoist robe blowing in the wind, sticking to the delicate body from time to time, outlining the exquisite and touching side, but it couldn't be connected with the fairy with the fairy wind at all.
"Fellow Taoist invited Bai Hong to face Zhang Shenxian from a distance and bowed
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Hong's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He pinched a silver sword with his green jade fingers at some point. The small silver sword suddenly flew up from his fingers, turning into a dazzling silver sword rainbow and causing bursts of sharp sword roars.
With a loud voice, he took Zhang Shenxian’s head straight away
Although everyone who came on this trip had extraordinary experience and had not just heard of the existence of such a sword-controlling technique through space in the world, most of them had seen this lightning-fast and miraculous sword-controlling technique for the first time.
When Swordsmanship saw the silver sword transforming into a rainbow in the night sky, everyone felt chills all over their body and felt a chill in their necks. Only then did they realize that they usually think they are great, but if they really compare with these fairy-like figures, they would probably fall apart if they meet them.
head
Seeing the silver sword turning into a rainbow, Zhang Shenxian smiled coldly and threw the whisk in his hand into the air. The whisk flew up into the air, and the silver thread seemed to have become spiritual, flying in the air, growing longer and shorter.
The net and the softness suddenly covered the entire night sky, making it airtight. It actually blocked the silver sword in mid-air, making it impossible to move forward.
Silver light is flying all over the sky, and there are fierce silver threads hanging down like weeping willows, which make the night sky extremely beautiful. Everyone knows that this is a "fighting between immortals."
Defeated and died, everyone's hearts were swaying and they were so nervous that they even forgot to breathe.
Only Yu Ziqing looked a little bored, his eyes quietly looked at Chen Jian in the dark night. The light in Chen's beautiful eyes was flickering. He didn't know when he had a red talisman sword in his hand, and he was obviously ready to respond to Bai Hong at any time.
Bai Hong and Zhang Shenxian fought for a while. To outsiders, the two seemed to be evenly matched, but Yu Ziqing could already see that Bai Hong was a little inferior. It would be a matter of time before he would lose. However, Bai Hong still had someone sitting on his side. Once Bai Hong lost, he would be in trouble.
Furthermore, if Zhang Shenxian doesn’t have any special tricks, he will definitely lose. If Zhang Shenxian loses, Zhangjiazhai will definitely lose.
Thinking in his heart, Yu Ziqing raised his eyes to look at Zhang Shenxian and saw that he had a calm face, and a pair of deep eyes flashed with sneers from time to time.
It seems that this immortal has some special tricks, otherwise he knows that Bai Hong and Liao Chen's cultivation level is almost the same as his, so no matter how high the reward from Zhangjiazhai is, he will not take his own life as a joke.
As this thought flashed through Yu Ziqing's mind, he heard Zhang Shenxian suddenly smile sadly, slapped his waist, and a black object roared up into the night sky.
A bright moon hangs high in the night sky, shining bright moonlight on the black object, showing the appearance of the black object
It was a gourd-shaped black thing. The mouth of the gourd-shaped thing was pointed downwards, directly aimed at the top of Chen's head. The black smoke of Guiyou poured out from the mouth like a fountain.
As soon as the black smoke poured out, the world became gloomy, and the screams echoed through the valley, making people feel as if they had arrived at the eighteenth level of hell, which made people feel horrified and chilled all over.
Liao Chen was paying full attention to the sword fight between Bai Hong and Zhang Shenxian. Who would have thought that Zhang Shenxian, who was fighting fiercely with Bai Hong, would dare to be distracted and deal with her. Unexpectedly, he was enveloped in black smoke. He suddenly felt the howling of ghosts and wolves in his ears.
The soul is turbulent and restless, as if it wants to escape from the body