Seeing that things were in a deadlock, the old ghost Romon was willing to retreat. He gritted his teeth and thought for a moment, then took a half step forward, as if he had really made up his mind to be the one who was willing to be the first to stand out...
Seeing that the previous sow discord had already worked, Yan Bing felt much more at ease. He took two steps slowly, stood in front of the two masters, and began to carry out her second plan...
deterrence……
"You have heard the old ghost Luo Men opposite you clearly! If you want to fight, we will naturally accompany you in Feixiamen and Baolong Pavilion, but if you want to fight, you must also hit it accurately. Don't take a picture of the iron lump in my hand, otherwise this thing...haha...it's enough for you to drink a pot!!"
The old ghost Romon was slightly stunned when he heard this, looked at the shells in Yan Bing's hand, and then showed a serious look on his face...
Because the weapon developed by the girl on the other side is so powerful, the old ghost Romon, who is a Valor, has heard of it...
It was precisely because he heard that the other party could take out a bunch of weapons that made the warriors fear that he finally made up his mind and regardless of the court's summons, he led the elites in the sect to abandon their families and businesses, retreat, and lurked...
After all, he only heard of this flowering bullet and did not see it in person. One, he didn't know whether the power was really as terrifying as the rumors, and the other, he didn't know whether the iron lump on her hand was the rumored thing, so he couldn't help but hesitate and stopped moving forward.
But the Supreme Sword Village and Zijin Gate, who were waiting for the Romon Sect to be the first to be the first, had no idea of the depth of this thing. Some juniors in the sect even aroused their words under the guidance of their elders...
"Isn't it just an iron pillar? Can this stop the master?? I'm afraid it's not a fool!?"
"Why is the head of the Romon Sect really scared by her? Isn't this just a lump?"
"Is it a hidden weapon? But no hidden weapon can hurt the master. The leader doesn't need to hesitate! I'll rush to you! I'll forgive her hidden weapon for not hurting you at all!"
"Master, please let me see your methods! I will kill this sharp-tongued little girl with one palm first!!"
"Yes, Master! Use the technique quickly and let me open my eyes!"
……………………
………………………………………
In terms of the many thoughts...
The people of the Central Plains really have more innate advantages than the surrounding nations...
With a lot of compliments and excitement, the old ghost Romon was as if he was being held on fire by everyone. He was in a dilemma. The sweat dripping as big as beans began to sizzle on his forehead and cheeks. He wanted to turn around and slash the younger generation beside the gong to death with one palm...
It is said that this thing sounds like thunder and is as fierce as the sun. A wall that can be flattened by a hundred feet. Even if I am under the control of it, it will be difficult to ensure that you are not hurt! You guys are standing and talking without a pain!? I shouldn’t have taken this half step more! These people in the Central Plains are so cunning and hateful!!!
Yan Bing was also happy to see the other party in a dilemma and hesitate. After all, the longer she could delay, the more beneficial it would be to her side. So she just held the shells, looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, and hummed a little tune in her mouth, which was particularly comfortable.
But as time goes by, the juniors from Purple Golden Gate and the Supreme Sword Village, when they saw that the old ghost Romon refused to step forward, their words became increasingly harsh...
"You Romon's leader... aren't you afraid? You were just frightened by such a yellow-haired girl? If you want to spread it, where can you Romon's face be put??"
"You are also the ones who invite us to come, but in the end we let a group of people stand with you. Isn't that right..."
"Master! If you are afraid, just say that we are really tired..."
"Hey? Brother Zhao is such a bad word. Master Luo Men is in the name of a master. How could he be afraid of a yellow-haired girl? Right! Master Master—!!"
…………
……………………
The sneering and mocking of the crowd were like invisible steel needles, stimulating every nerve of the old ghost of Romon. Most of the Roman believers could not understand what these people in the Central Plains were saying, and those Romon believers who could understand Chinese did not dare to translate these words. In the end, they could only lower their heads and not speak, and endured the ridicule...
At this moment, even if Romon's old ghost was a hundred years old, he could not help but feel a little angry. After all, a tree is a skin, and a person is a face... What's more... it's an old face...
The old ghost Romon's face gradually became gloomy. He clenched his back teeth, gathered the energy between his hands again, and slowly walked forward half a step...
When Yan Bing saw that the other party was about to take action, he suddenly took out a colorful flag from his waist and shouted to the opposite side: "You are still in the mood to ridicule others. I guess they don't know how powerful this thing is! It seems that it is very necessary for you to see it!!"
After saying that, Yan Bing raised the colorful flag and waved three times in the direction of his right hand...
The people on the opposite side also hurriedly started to move the Qihai, held their breath and waited for an opportunity to move...
However, after several breaths, there was no movement... So the opposite side started to ridicule again, but just a few words popped up, and suddenly there was a loud bang outside the wall of Baolong Pavilion!!
"boom--!!!"
Everyone quickly turned their heads to look, and saw a huge fireball as bright as the sun rising into the sky with the explosion!! A moment later, a huge wind pressure, wrapped around branches and dust, hit the face. Through the courtyard wall, it was far away, and blew away everyone's hats and headscarves. Some of the slightly inferior skills were even shocked by the trembling of the earth and the huge wind pressure, and their faces turned blue!!!
However, Yan Bing's hand did not stop, and waved the colorful flags three times in a row towards his left position!!!
After a moment...
"boom--!!!"
"Bang-!!!!"
"Kala la la la la la..."
A huge mountain stream was blown out of the back mountain of Baolong Pavilion!! In an instant, the rocks collapsed and the trees slanted!! The hibernating beasts were awakened by the huge changes of the earth, making various sounds, and ran towards the bottom of the mountain with the falling rocks and rolling trees... Some even hit the wall of Baolong Pavilion in a panic. For a moment, the sound of collisions, the sound of rolling stones, and the sound of beasts were endless. On the top of the mountain, it had turned into a scene of burnt hell, and a blazing mountain fire was ignited...
Looking at the faces on the opposite side, they were speechless... Yan Bing smiled slightly, raised the colorful flag, and waved it in the direction of everyone...
Everyone retreated one after another...
Wave it for a second time...
Everyone fled in scattered, and some even jumped directly to the courtyard wall and the beams...
Only the three masters stood with their hands behind their backs, not moving, but their faces were also very ugly...
But Yan Bing, without waving the third wave, slowly turned the colorful flag back to his waist...
This is not how bodhisattva-hearted she has...
It was purely because she could not confirm whether this flowering bullet could take the other party’s life...
If one blow fails...
Then the two sides will inevitably fight together, and they will have no way out of retreat...
If any senior brother and sister were damaged in this battle, this was not what she wanted to see...
Never fight without confidence...
This is her usual style of dealing with things!
"Two seniors... Can you give me some face today and retreat... Let's wait, let's think you've never been there today..." Yan Bing held the shell and slowly bowed his hand, with a plain expression.
The three people on the opposite side, except for the old ghost Romon, were smirking at each other, looking at each other with a relaxed look on their faces...
"Little devil... you don't really think that you can scare me just by this thing..." Xie Changkong stroked his beard and replied with a smile.
Zhao Wuji also looked leisurely and said in a deep voice: "Although this thing is very powerful, can it... keep up with my body...?"
"Bang!!"
The flowering bullet in Yan Bing's hand suddenly dropped off and fell to the ground. The three people on the opposite side immediately changed their faces, and they jumped a hundred feet away in a flash!!!
"Oh, sorry, sorry, I'm too brave. When I was scared by my senior, my hands were out of control... Hahaha... I laughed at you, laughed at you..." Yan Bing scratched the back of his head, bent down slowly, and hugged the shells that had not been lifted. He shouted loudly at the three people in the distance: "Senior's body skills are indeed exquisite!! I admire you!! But this distance... it's not convenient to speak...Senior--!!"
"Hmph!! You object is nothing more than thrown by the big balls in the air!! Look at me who defeated you big balls in the air first!! How can you still be rampant?!!”
Zhao Wuji roared angrily, and just as he was about to get up and jump up, Yan Bing from the opposite side said again and said, "Senior, come on!!!"
Zhao Wuji stopped, slowly turned his head to look at Yan Bing, dragged the long voice, and said with a sneer: "What? Are you afraid...??"
"That's not... I'm just afraid... I'm hurting..." Yan Bing took out the colorful flag from his waist, drew a semicircle in the air, and then pointed to the bamboo forest in the back mountain!!
"Ba—!!"
"Ba—!!!!"
"Ba—!!!!"
"KaKaKaKa...ChaKaKa..."
Dozens of bullets of muskets instantly poured into the bamboo forest like raindrops, and countless bamboos fell down...
"Hiss-!!" Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes and gasped...
With his eyesight, even though he was so far away, he could still see the landing point of each projectile and the process of penetrating the bamboo forest. The speed and power of these projectiles were vivid in his mind. At this moment, he was a little unsure whether the power of these projectiles could be blocked by his protective energy...
Just like Yan Bing, he was not sure whether the opponent was so powerful that he could ignore the threat of the musket...
Both sides were in a deadlock again...
But the difference is that Yan Bing has a last move...