Wen Qiu flew in from a far corner. This way of appearing shocked the entire audience. Everyone stared at this god-like figure with an expression of admiration but fear! "Oh my god, he's flying."
Those who came here are really not trying to make fun of Gangsi, they are so amazing."
"It turns out that there really are gods in this world. Please accept me as your disciple."
"In half my life, this is the first time I believe that Qinggong can actually float on water. It's amazing."
The audience went crazy, and many young men crowded forward with great excitement, vying to become apprentices and learn the magic of immortality.
Especially Zhang Mingwang, who was dazed and half-dead just now.
When he saw Lin Xiaodong defeat Takeshi Aoi with one fist, he was so frightened that his face turned pale. Worried that Lin Xiaodong would settle the score, he turned around and was about to escape.
Unexpectedly, the gods suddenly descended from heaven to deal with Lin Xiaodong, which immediately brought his energy back.
Zhang Mingwang relied on his strength to push down the spectators who were blocking his way, and was the first one to get to the ring.
"You brat, you're doomed this time. Even the immortals can't stand you if you pretend to be cool and get struck by lightning."
Zhang Mingwang had a sinister smile on his face and yelled at Lin Xiaodong.
Lin Xiaodong was too lazy to pay attention to a small character like Zhang Mingwang. He focused all his attention on Wen Qiu. Wen Qiu had a magic weapon to protect himself and should not be underestimated. He almost fell into Wen Qiu's hands last time.
"Grandpa Immortal, I have extraordinary talents, good bones, good looks, I am obedient and willing to work hard. I am definitely a talent that can be made. Please accept me as your disciple.
I will definitely practice hard, achieve great results, and make good use of your magic."
"Grandpa Immortal, my family is extremely wealthy and extremely smart. As long as you accept me as your disciple, it doesn't matter how much money you want."
Come on, a large group of young guys are really desperate for their lives. They crawled into the fist, vying to have Wen Qiu as their teacher.
Not to be outdone, Zhang Mingwang also climbed onto his fist, pushed away the guy blocking the way, and walked up to Wen Qiu.
Zhang Mingwang then made funny moves. He grabbed the short sleeves he was wearing with both hands and pulled hard, tearing the short sleeves in half in a domineering manner. Then he puffed up his chest muscles and showed off his muscles in front of Wen Qiu.
Come.
"Look at my muscles. With my figure, as long as you are willing to teach me magic, I will definitely not let you down.
Old man, if you accept me as your disciple, I can do anything you want me to do from now on."
Zhang Mingwang is really a fool. What you need to cultivate immortality is brains, what's the use of muscles.
It was okay if he didn't show off his muscles, but when he showed them off, Wen Qiu was disgusted.
But he stood in front of Wen Qiu again, and Wen Qiu was so angry that he slapped him off the ring, causing him to gnaw on shit and break several teeth.
When the other young men who climbed onto the ring saw that this was not a good posture, they were so frightened that they rolled down the ring. No one wanted to suffer the same consequences as Zhang Mingming! "Old man, there are so many people here and it's a hindrance. Why don't we change to another place?"
Let’s have a local duel.”
Lin Xiaodong glanced at the audience, a little worried that if the spell was used, innocent people would be harmed.
Lin Xiaodong could probably guess that Wen Qiu and Yan Gao would definitely be watching at the scene. After all, Yan Gao was colluding with the Japanese.
"You can never escape again, you must die here today."
Wen Qiu did not take the safety of ordinary people seriously, and immediately raised the Blood Spirit Flag, hoping to trap Lin Xiaodong to death.
"That thing of yours is no longer useful to me. I've found a way to break your formation."
Lin Xiaodong said calmly.
This is really a fact. In the past few days, he and Li Gui have been studying how to break the blood spirit flag. With the help of Li Gui, he found a way to break the flag.
A flash of blood suddenly appeared, rolling up a burst of red smoke that enveloped the entire boxing ring.
The audience could only see a red mist, but could not see Wen Qiu and Lin Xiaodong.
"This is definitely an immortal spell. That old man is 100% a god among the immortals. I never thought that there really are immortals in this world."
"Sure enough, the masters are among the people. Our country is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. The little devil dares to challenge us. We really don't know how to live or die."
The audience sighed for a while, and many were so frightened that they ran away quickly, but there were also many people who were not afraid of death and stood there watching the fight between gods.
The group of Japanese people were also involved in the blood spirit flag formation. They could not struggle for long before their souls were devoured by the ghost in the flag, leaving only a mummy! At this time, Lin Xiaodong was also trapped in the flag formation.
A bunch of ghosts lined up to rush towards him again.
However, this time, he was extremely calm and quickly used his spiritual power to set up a magic circle in the flag formation.
This is the method that Li Gui taught him. Use the formation to break the formation, use the powerful three-flavored true fire as an attack, and burn the blood spirit flag composed of ghosts! As soon as the set up magic circle is activated, the effect will come out, and the three-flavored true fire will be used as an attack.
Fire has a powerful incineration ability and can directly burn out all ghosts, making them unable to be reborn! When Wen Qiu discovered it, it was too late.
Because Lin Xiaodong had deployed too many magic circles, when fully activated, the entire Blood Spirit Banner array was filled with three-flavored real fire, which could not be extinguished even if he tried to put it out! The Blood Spirit Banner soon lost its power, the blood array disappeared, and the ring was red.
The blood mist was burned clean by Lin Xiaodong.
The Blood Spirit Flag in Wen Qiu's hand turned into ashes and scattered on the ring.
Wen Qiu was so angry that he was so angry that his heart was bleeding. The Blood Spirit Banner was a protective magic weapon that he had spent decades practicing, but it was destroyed by Lin Xiaodong. Now he had one thought, that is, he must get it
Killing Lin Xiaodong can relieve the hatred in my heart! "You brat, you destroyed my magic weapon, I will demand your life to pay for it!"
Wen Qiu was furious. He pinched his fingers and cast the magic spell he had prepared long ago.
Suddenly, a fire dragon flew out of Wen Qiu's palm and rushed towards Lin Xiaodong with its teeth and claws spread.
"Compared with playing with fire, you are far behind me!"
Lin Xiaodong gave a sneer and stood motionless. When the fire dragon approached, he opened his mouth and spit out a ball of gas.
The next second, something magical happened. Wen Qiu's menacing fire dragon was extinguished by Lin Xiaodong's breath.
When the audience saw this scene, they were all shocked and opened their mouths wide, sighing that it was indeed a fight between gods and gods, it was simply amazing! It was the first time for the audience to see gods fighting, and they were all deeply shocked.
He was able to blow out the magic spell in one breath. This strength was so terrifying that Wen Qiu was frightened. He had never encountered such strength before. This was simply not something that a monk in the Qi training stage could do.
But Lin Xiaodong did it.
That means that the Lin Xiaodong in front of him has already surpassed the Qi training stage.
Thinking of this, Wen Qiu shuddered all over and did not have the courage to fight Lin Xiaodong again.
He is a smart man and knows what to do, so turn around and run for his life!