A thought jumped out of Xu Dao's mind, but before he could stand up, there were other Taoist priests in Baihuafang who couldn't stand the white face, and started making noises and shouting together:
"Lao Shizi's sea-seeking envoy! Do you still think this is your Yu Yuan's territory?"
"Since you are the envoy of Yu Yuan, why are you so arrogant and domineering, using your power to bully others? What kind of behavior do you have?"
Several curses rang out, causing the arrogant white-faced man to narrow his eyes slightly. He followed the sound and looked around, and found that it was the guests talking, not the Taoist priests from Baigu Island who were rushing over.
A smile appeared on the white face, and he thought to himself: "Just in time! Let's use these two casual cultivators to scare the monkeys first. If they are Taoist priests from White Bone Island, I have to take it easy to avoid going too far!"
So he looked at the two people with a white face and said arrogantly: "You bastards! I, Yu Yuan, are you the ones who can comment on my actions?"
"Hey!" A spectator was so agitated by this that he couldn't sit still at all. He suddenly stood up and cursed: "What a pretty boy. He's not old, but his tone is not bad!"
He squeezed out from the pavilion not far away. He was tall and tall, with a red face, a strong body, amazing energy and blood, and a strong evil spirit entangled in his body.
The red-faced strong man snorted coldly and showed his Taoist skills. A thick aura immediately emerged from their bodies, more than twenty feet tall. Although he was not a perfect Taoist priest, he seemed to have been a Taoist priest for many years.
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Seeing the onlooker displaying his magical power, the white-faced man did not panic at all. Instead, he chuckled: "No wonder you dare to meddle in other people's business! It turns out you are a Taoist priest! You have good cultivation, why do you stay in such a desolate place to sleep on flowers and willows?
, and refuse to surrender to me, Master Yu Yuan, to serve Xihai?"
When the red-faced strong man heard this, he immediately yelled: "How dare you talk about the West Sea? What I hate is running dogs like you!"
In just a few sentences, the atmosphere between the two sides became more and more intense, and there seemed to be old grudges between the two sides.
Xu Dao watched and silently took back the half-stepped foot. Since someone stood up first, he was happy to watch from the side. If the red-faced strong man won, he would beat the white-faced one hard.
Save his face, he doesn't have to wade through this muddy water in vain.
And if the white face wins, he can watch the fight between the two sides and take the opportunity to understand the reality of the white face, so that he can make some preparations in advance.
After all, Bai Zhilian's cultivation was already advanced when he invaded the Wu Kingdom. Now fifty or sixty years later, although the opponent has not yet formed a pill, the strength in his hands must be more powerful than before.
In Baihuafang, the two sides confronting each other changed from the turtle Taoist priests and white-faced Taoists to the white-papered Taoist priests and the red-faced Taoist priests.
The turtle Taoist priest who was taking care of the flower shop stood aside, feeling a little embarrassed. He first gave the red-faced strong man a grateful look and bowed his head.
Then he came out to smooth things over: "Sir, please calm down! There is some fine wine in the shop. Pindao has already sent someone to get it. Why don't you two guests make peace and make money? Let's sit down and have a few more drinks to taste it."
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Unexpectedly, the strong man in black and red heard this and burst into laughter: "Since we have good wine, please bring the wine over quickly! Let's warm it first. Let a certain family imitate the ancient master and warm the wine and punch the pretty boy!"
The ancient real person he spoke of was the one who achieved the Qinglong Yanyue Pill.
More than forty years ago, because Qianlong Pavilion formed an elixir and was suspected of forming the Qinglong Yanyue elixir, the deeds of this ancient true man began to be widely circulated in the Western Sea, and even mortals had heard about it.
When the white-faced man heard this, his face turned dark, and he sneered: "It seems you want to kill Pindao?" He shouted sternly: "That's not a bad tone, let's see if you have the ability."
As soon as the words fell, the sinister energy in the white-faced man burst out, and his three hundred years of Taoism were clearly evident on his body, and he stared fiercely at the red-faced strong man.
But the strong man was not afraid in the face of danger and had a calm momentum. He suddenly opened his body and transformed into a little giant in a few blinks, ready to release his monster body at any time.
When the Taoist priest of the turtle tribe saw the two people fighting fiercely, it jumped out again and stood in the middle of the field to smooth things over.
The first sentence it said was: "Go to the fighting field! You two guests can go to the fighting field. If we fight in Baihuafang, I will not be able to deal with the White Bone Island."
The fighting arena is the place responsible for resolving disputes on Baigu Island. It is specially used for fighting. There are large and small ones, which are not only convenient for Taoist disciples to fight, but also convenient for fighting among Taoist priests.
When Xu Dao and others heard the suggestion from the Taoist Priest of the Turtle Clan, they all started shouting: "Go to the fighting field!"
"If there is a fight in the city, and you are discovered, you will have to spend money to ward off the disaster. It would be best for you two to go to the fighting field!"
The white-faced man and the red-faced strong man both snorted: "Lead the way quickly!"
The Taoist priest of the Turtle Clan quickly extended his hand to invite:
"Don't worry, sir, there is a place outside the flower house that is specially used for your magic fights." As it spoke, it actually took a bottle of wine from its hands, heated it with magic power, and swayed to the fighting field.
Rush there.
Originally it was just a matter of the white-faced man being arrogant and domineering, but the matter became more and more serious. Almost all the Taoist priests in the flower shop were following behind the white-faced man and the red-faced strong man, waiting to observe the opponent's fighting skills.
Xu Dao is hiding in it, and the same is true.
A large venue built with white jade stood out in everyone's eyes.
In addition to providing a place for fighting, this venue also provides many seats. Everyone comes here as if they are waiting for the show to begin.
Boom!
There are not many rules for fighting between Taoist priests. As soon as they entered the fighting stage, they used their true energy to fight each other.
Among them, the white paper face was standing on the jade chariot. As soon as this man got off the jade chariot, before he landed on the ground, ghost fires appeared on his body, and a ghost face danced on each of the ghost fires. It was clearly visible and ferocious.
terror.
The person's figure fell into it, distorted and invisible.
Surrounded by the will-o'-the-wisps, the white-faced Taoist's momentum was astonishing. He lightly slapped his palm, and the will-o'-the-wisps flickered on his body, and suddenly hit the red-faced Taoist priest. The red-faced Taoist priest was not someone to be trifled with. He stepped forward,
He stretched out his hand and called, taking advantage of Bai Zhilian's unpreparedness, he also hit the opponent.
Ouch!
A tiger's voice sounded, and the strong man pulled out an iron-red whistle stick from nowhere. The stick was stained with rust, but the breath was thick and solid. He danced it in his hand, stirring up the spiritual energy around him.
Boom!
The mana of the white-faced man and the red-faced man were steaming and fighting with each other, causing the faces of the onlookers to change slightly and they exclaimed in surprise.
Xu Dao looked and stared at the strong man, with a look of amusement in his eyes: "I thought that this strong man was just an old-fashioned man who liked to fight against injustice. If he really fights with a white face, he may lose very much. But now it seems
, but it does have a slight chance of winning.”
Just at this time, among the onlookers around, a Taoist exclaimed: "This red-faced man has such superb magic power, is there any news about him in the public?"
"Yes! This man calls himself Red Tiger Taoist Priest. He claims that he has the power of nine oxen and two tigers, and can defeat demons in the Foundation Establishment Realm!"
The two white-faced children were standing by the jade chariot. When they heard the discussions around them, they sneered and said: "The power of nine oxen and two tigers? What's there to show off? We can both swallow ten oxen in one go.
Head tiger."
The people at the scene may be afraid of the white face, but the cultivation level of the two boys is not high and they don't even have foundation building, so no one is afraid at all.
Some people laughed and said: "You don't know this. The nine oxen and two tigers are not ordinary tigers, but spiritual oxen and evil tigers. It means that when this person was practicing Taoism in the sea, he used his own efforts to build the nine-headed building in the sea.
The foundation-building sea cow and the two foundation-building sea tigers compete without losing."
"Foundation-building sea cow, foundation-building sea tiger!" Someone else exclaimed, "Both of these two are powerful and ferocious in the Western Sea. Just one of them is not something ordinary Taoist priests can deal with."
"To have accumulated such great power, could it be that he wanted to form a pill?"
When Xu Dao heard this, he looked closely and found that the blood of the red tiger Taoist priest had condensed into the shape of an ox and a tiger. The animal head loomed in it and roared. It seemed that the opponent's "nine ox and two tiger" power was not just able to pull
It's as simple as moving a monster, but there's something extraordinary about it.
"Damn it!"
Xu Dao and others were discussing with gusto. He was in the battle field with a white face, fighting with the opponent, but his face was embarrassed. He did not expect that with his three hundred years of perfect magic power, he could not crush an ordinary Taoist priest.
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"You're looking for death!"
The white-paper-faced man roared, and black blood vessels appeared all over his face. When he spread his hands, eighteen figures immediately appeared on his body, and he sneered:
"The power of nine oxen and two tigers, right? There are eighteen oxen and horses here in this way. Let's see how you resist!"
Roar!
Eighteen green will-o'-the-wisps danced, differentiated and flickered, and turned into eighteen human heads and horse faces, all of them filled with ghostly auras and evil spirits. Their bodies were large, and as soon as they jumped out, they immediately filled the fighting arena.
The spectators around were suddenly startled: "Eighteen-headed foundation-building ghosts? Are they Tao soldiers?"
Xu Dao looked at Baizhilian's methods and remembered the opponent's methods he had seen in Wu Guozhong. At that time, the opponent also used will-o'-the-wisps to kill people. It seemed to be called "will-o'-the-wisp Taoist soldiers"!
The eighteen foundation-building ghosts drawn by the white paper face are indeed among the Dao soldiers, but unlike the current Dao soldiers in Xihai, these eighteen ghosts were all made by him personally killing various monsters and taking their essence and blood to refine their souls.
Then the eighteen ghost servants who were just enslaved and concocted.
In this way, these eighteen ghost fire Taoist soldiers are closer to magic than pet beasts or Xihai Taoist soldiers, so there is no need to support them every day. Otherwise, the various consumptions during them are not sustainable.
But this also has disadvantages. If the ghost fire Taoist soldier is beheaded, not only will the person lose all his magic, but he will also suffer severe injuries, as if his limbs were cut off.
Woo hoo! The ghost is crying and the tiger is roaring.
On the fighting field, the green will-o'-the-wisps and the red spirit collided and flickered.
The white paper faces drive the ghost soldiers with murderous intent; the red tiger Taoist priest wields a whistle stick to bombard, and the movement is like thunder. If the fighting field had not been equipped with a formation to isolate the inside and outside, the aftermath would have overflowed and could destroy half of Baihuafang.
The two of them fought for hundreds of breaths, and the spectators suddenly heard a loud roar: "Shu Zi! Are your soldiers made of paper?"
Buzz!
A metal trembling sound sounded, and a blood-red spiritual light surged from the field. The red Taoist priest's physical body did not expand but shrank, becoming a person tall, but his spirit rose, and he was more than twenty feet tall, like an ox or a tiger, roaring continuously.
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He grabbed the rusty red stick and hit a will-o'-the-wisp Taoist soldier hard. It immediately penetrated into the Taoist soldier's weak point and smashed it to pieces.
During this period, no matter how hard the Taoist soldier struggled, how his face changed, and all kinds of rescue methods were used, the ghost fire Taoist soldier was not rescued.
"Okay!" The spectators in the hall applauded loudly:
"Chief Taoist Chihu has great magic power!"
After killing a will-o'-the-wisp Taoist soldier, Chihu Taoist priest's aura became even more powerful, as if another basin of water had been poured into the oil pan.
Zhila! The energy and blood in his body was rolling. Not only was the pressure suddenly reduced, but his strength actually seemed to have risen to a higher level on the spot.
The man laughed and looked at his blank face: "You are indeed a lackey of Yu Yuan! The ghost soldiers under his command are large and well-controlled. If a certain family swallows a few more, it will no longer be just 'nine cattle and two tigers', but maybe 'ten cattle'"
Ten Tigers' up!"
The white-paper-faced man looked at the dead ghost fire Taoist soldier with a painful look on his face, and immediately became furious. He didn't expect that the casual cultivator he met on White Bone Island would be so good when he was causing trouble.
In anger, the white-faced gaze also fell on the rusty red whistle stick. His eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty, and he blurted out: "What an evil magic weapon, it can actually absorb the essence and transfer it to you!"
The Taoist priest Chihu, who was laughing, changed his eyes slightly when he heard this, and quickly danced his magic weapon, causing chaos in the scene.
But Bai Zhilian was connected with his Taoist soldiers. He was sure that after one of his Taoist soldiers was killed, there was an aura on the other side, as if his Taoist soldiers were taken away.
The expression on the white face turned from gloomy to clear, and he chuckled and said: "What an evil magical weapon, could it be a magic weapon?"
When Taoist Chihu heard this, he ignored it and continued to use his magic weapon to kill the Taoist soldiers around him.
The people around them, such as Tao and others, were reminded by the blank face, and their attention fell on the rusty whistle stick, and they started talking about it: "Magic weapon? Impossible?!"
But then they heard the white face smiling sharply: "Hey! This thing belongs to me!"
The white-paper-faced figure suddenly stepped back, retreated to the edge of the fighting field, and called back the remaining seventeen will-o'-the-wisp Taoist soldiers to protect them.
Wow! Suddenly there was a sound of iron ropes, and the jade chariot left outside the fighting arena swayed and swooped into the arena, coming under the white paper face.
The chariot shone brightly, its iron ropes swayed, and all seventeen ghost-fire Taoist soldiers were restrained, turning them into beasts pulling the chariot.
The seventeen foundation-building monsters, plus the three foundation-building beasts originally on the chariot, were mixed together, and the number suddenly reached twenty foundation-building monsters.
What is even more shocking is the sound of wheels, the sound of golden drums, and the sound of drums and shouts coming from the frame.
The car body roared: "Suppression! Suppression! Suppression!!"
The white-faced man drove a long chariot with great fighting spirit. A golden elixir-level aura rose up on him, and his face was full of sternness:
"Kill my Taoist soldier, and you will become my Taoist soldier!"
"kneel!"
Bang! The magic field formation that was supposed to be able to withstand the fighting skills of the foundation-building Taoist priests was blown open as easily as an egg shell.
The atmosphere was filled with aura, and everyone who was watching with great interest was suddenly suppressed to the point where their expressions changed with shock, and they shrank and became weak.
Not only the Qi Lian Taoist disciples fell to their knees, but the Foundation Establishment Taoist priests also had weak legs and fell down one after another.
Among them, the Taoist priest of the Turtle Tribe huddled in his shell, rolling around on the ground, and shouted quickly: "Go and invite the temple master! Go and invite the temple master!"
Only Xu Dao stood still, his eyes shining brightly as he looked at the jade chariot in the field.