Zuo Zhiheng sneered and said, "I've expected you to shirk. I'm here today to have a fight with you! If I lose, please tell me and tell Cheng An to go back to Ming Dynasty. Master Dao
I have something to give him, and you have to settle the matter with Hua Yun Pavilion to inquire about Qing Gu Zhou Yumo. Don’t continue to entangle me shamelessly! Are you serious?"
Zhao Ran sneered and said: "You will fight when you say it? Why? I have so many important things to do all day long, how can I have time to play with you..."
Just as he was talking, he suddenly heard someone behind him say: "I will fight with you."
Zhao Ran turned around and saw that it was Senior Brother Luo who had come out of the temple at some point.
Zhao Ran shook his head and said: "Senior brother, this matter has nothing to do with you, just ignore him."
Zuo Zhiheng said: "Who are you and what does this matter have to do with you? Wait for the rest of the crowd to retreat and don't come to join in the fun!"
Luo Zhiqing said: "My junior brother just became a Taoist priest, you are unfair."
Zuo Zhiheng said angrily: "Then what do you want?"
Zhao Ran explained: "Idiot, didn't you hear clearly? My senior brother never speaks twice. It's not fair for you, a Huang Guan, to fight against me, a Taoist priest!"
Zuo Zhiheng laughed and said: "Forget it, let's fight with your senior brother. If your senior brother loses, you should do what Master Dao just mentioned. Otherwise, don't blame me for being cruel to you!"
Zhao Ran asked Luo Zhiqing: "Brother, is it really a fight?"
Luo Zhiqing stared at Zuo Zhiheng, with a hint of excitement on his face. Zhao Ran understood that the senior brother really wanted to fight and was preparing to "test" Zuo Zhiheng.
Then he said: "My senior brother lost, I will tell you where Cheng'an is, and you go to see him yourself. As for junior sister Zhou's matter, it is my Huayun Hall's family matter, so don't worry about it. What if you lose?
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"Haha, how could Master Tao lose? If he really loses, Master Tao will turn around and leave as if he never came..."
"You are really naughty and naughty. You gain profits when you win, but you don't lose anything when you lose. Is this the way you do things in Zhengyige?"
Zuo Zhiheng said angrily: "Then what do you want?"
Zhao Ran stretched out a finger: "If you lose, take out ten thousand taels of silver. Do you dare?"
Zuo Zhiheng said: "That's it!"
Zhao Ran immediately handed over the pen and paper: "Write it clearly in black and white, so you don't have to lie!"
Zuo Zhiheng was so angry that he laughed. After finishing writing a few strokes, he threw the pen and paper to Zhao Ran, jumped back five feet, and said to Luo Zhiqing, "Let's do it."
After saying that, he threw out three talismans from his sleeves and transformed into three golden figures in bronze armor, standing in front of him like three talents. At the same time, he held out a token in his hands at an unknown moment, and moved his feet at extremely fast speeds.
Bu Gang stepped forward and muttered words, and a shadow rose from above his head, growing to a height of seven or eight feet before stopping.
The face of this phantom is sometimes clear and sometimes blurry. The whole body is covered with armor. It holds a whip in its left hand and a sword in its right hand. It has a golden mark with the word "mountain" on its forehead. It is daunting. It is actually some mountain god Zuo Zhiheng invited.
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The bronze-armored golden man was in front, and the golden-helmeted mountain god was behind. Zuo Zhiheng shouted: "What are you waiting for? Why don't you come to fight..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a giant sword three feet long and five feet wide flew out from between Luo Zhiqing's eyebrows. The sword's blade shone brightly, making Zhao Ran almost not open his eyes.
Luo Zhiqing waved his parallel fingers forward, and the big bright sword Duotou rushed towards Zuo Zhiheng and slashed hard.
They saw three bronze-armored golden men being instantly crushed into powder by the giant sword, unable to resist at all.
Zuo Zhiheng entered the Huangguan Realm, formed the elixir womb, and after his magic power greatly improved, he traveled around the world and fought countless magic battles with others. The golden armor and golden weapon talismans he refined by himself were made of red sun gold powder as ink and musk yellow cowhide as paper.
Mangdan Fire is used as a guide, and it pays attention to a thick one. It has always been the most important means of self-protection. Usually when facing an enemy, one or two golden armored soldiers can be used as a shield in front of the body, which is basically more than enough.
He was also experienced in fighting. After seeing Luo Zhiqing, he intuitively felt the threat, so he transformed into three talismans and set up a three-talent array for protection. He thought it was enough to protect him, but he didn't expect that he would be broken by the opponent in a single encounter.
Zuo Zhiheng's heart was greatly shaken, and the secret path was not good. He activated his magic power crazily, and transformed the mountain god into a more solid form. At the same time, more than ten golden talismans flew out from his sleeves, and they all transformed into golden armor and golden soldiers, each holding a sword, shield and spear.
Halberds and hedgehogs gathered in front of Zuo Zhiheng, covering him tightly. With his cultivation, this was the best he could do.
The Great Light Sword slashed head-on, causing the huge and strong shadow of the mountain god to tremble violently. Under the blade, more than a dozen soldiers in golden armor held up their swords to resist, at least blocking the sword's momentum.
Zuo Zhiheng closed his eyes tightly, kneaded with his hands, and chanted the mantra at a very fast speed. The sweat on his forehead dripped down in large drops, dripping along the robe and falling to his feet, and soon accumulated into a puddle.
Under the desperate urging of Zuo Zhiheng's Xuan Kung Technique, a group of golden-armored soldiers exerted their strength at the same time, each holding their swords and struggling to move upwards, trying to open a gap with the Great Light Sword. The Golden Helmet Mountain God got the opportunity, and stepped out from under the sword.
Squeezing out, he moved forward step by step in the bright sword energy. He walked up to Luo Zhiqing before he saw it, raised his sword high, waved the divine whip, and hit Luo Zhiqing.
Luo Zhiqing raised his eyelids slightly and praised "good skill". The frequency of the five-finger kneading with his right hand suddenly accelerated and turned into a mass of shadow. He saw the Great Light Sword suddenly shrinking, gradually becoming transparent, and slowly
Passing through the obstacles of the mountain god and the golden soldiers, he pressed directly on top of Zuo Zhiheng's head.
I don’t know if it’s the mountain god and the golden armored soldiers, or the Great Sword of Light. Only Zuo Zhiheng himself knows the personal experience of this.
Zuo Zhiheng's face was pale and he stopped chanting. The shadow of the mountain god that had arrived in front of Luo Zhiqing and a group of golden armored soldiers guarding him all froze in place, and then slowly turned into a faint starlight.
Dissipate and return to its original position.
This fight ended in an extremely short time, and the winner was decided in a dozen breaths.
Zuo Zhiheng opened his eyes, looked at Luo Zhiqing on the opposite step, and said in a daze: "Sword Intent?"
Luo Zhiqing nodded. Although he had won, there was no hint of joy in his expression. Instead, he was filled with deep disappointment.
Zuo Zhiheng stood there for a long time, then turned to Luo Zhiqing and said, "Taoist Master Luo of Lingjian Pavilion of Huayun Pavilion? You have been taught!"
He turned around to leave, but was stopped by Zhao Ran: "Silver! Ten thousand taels!"
Zuo Zhiheng paused and turned around: "I don't have that much money."
Zhao Ran said contemptuously: "You dare to sign and sign a contract without money? Are you doing too much business without capital?"
Zuo Zhiheng's face turned red: "I'll pay you for the rest... It's not easy to refine my golden armor and golden soldier talisman, so I'll give you the money."
Zhao Ran turned around and asked Luo Zhiqing: "Senior brother?"
Luo Zhiqing replied absently: "Not bad."
Zhao Ran said: "Forget it, I'll let you exchange the talisman for silver and give you a fair price, one thousand taels a piece."
Zuo Zhiheng endured his anger and did not argue. A stack of talismans flew out of his sleeves, and Zhao Ran copied them smoothly and put them into the storage ring.