Wang Fu didn't know it yet, but he had become a marketing genius in the minds of the monks at Qingxu Temple.
That powerful thunderstorm was deeply imprinted in the minds of the people of this land. It is conceivable that in the next ten years, there will be a steady stream of talented people joining the Thunder Fire Palace.
Ten years!
By then, Wang Fu had already grown to an unknown extent.
What Wang Fu wanted was to finally have an explanation to his master. He had been worried about the lack of talents in the Leihuo lineage.
"Also, my disciple Lu Erqiao has a merciless request."
Taoist Changshi introduced his disciple to Wang Fu.
Lu Erqiao was also a third-level cultivator, but in front of Wang Fu, he was respectful and greeted directly as an elder.
"Young Palace Master, my third brother Lu Sanbao admires the magic of Thunder Fire Palace and wants to join your palace."
Wang Fu laughed after hearing this and said, "It's no problem to close the door."
He waved his hand and said, "Okay, after this battle, I will send your brother over. Don't worry, I will take him directly back to the Taoist temple headquarters for training."
Lu Erqiao then said, "My brother also wants to learn the thunder method."
Refa?
Wang Fu frowned slightly, this was a bit too much. To learn the thunder method, one must have qualifications and talents, otherwise it would be like a bear taking chestnuts. After making great achievements, Ding Zhang Palace passed down the three-point divine thunder to him.
The thunder method should not be passed down lightly. This has historical origins. This secret method has been passed down from generation to generation. To this day, the outside world thinks it is a direct secret method.
Actually, this is not the case.
Ding Zhangdian had explained to Wang Fu that the thunder method depends on talent. With the quality of the disciples in the Thunder Fire Palace, it has been difficult to find the qualifications to get started in decades. Only those he carefully selected are qualified to learn.
Over time, it spread to the outside world, and it became a matter of great concern to him, the head of the palace, who forbade the spread of the thunder method.
Wang Fu knew very well that the thunder method was very powerful, but it was a double-edged sword. If you were not careful, it would backfire on you. What the master did was right.
On Taoist Changshi's side, he would agree to anyone who has connections with him, but Lei Fa...
"To be honest, Lei has extremely high requirements for talent, your brother?"
Wang Fu's tone was very tactful. If he didn't have the qualifications to practice forcefully, he would probably harm the other party.
Unexpectedly, Lu Erqiao laughed loudly and said, "I won't embarrass the young hall master. I will send my brother here later. You can just look at me and tell me clearly if it is not appropriate."
The other party was so reasonable that Wang Fu felt embarrassed, "It's easy to talk, it's easy to talk."
My elder brother, Lu Erqiao, has already cultivated three songs at a young age. Looking at his elder brother and younger brother, the child will not be any worse no matter how bad he is!
"about there."
Wang Fu gave an order, and the two ghost forces fought for seven days and seven nights. The casualties were heavy and the number was reduced greatly.
After the fighting, all the energy, violence and ferocity have been completely worn away. It can be said that we are stuck in a quagmire and it is difficult to extricate ourselves.
"Set off."
Look at the ghosts again...
"General Justice, I have broken your justice cup. You need to change your name."
The mourning general pinched the half of the mourning stick and said with a smile, "Let's just break the cup, general."
"Your mourning stick was also broken into two pieces. You also need to change your name. Why don't you call it General Dog Chief?"
General Justice held the scarred flat ruler and looked at him sideways.
The two elite ghosts have been fighting until now. Looking around, they see that most of the minions around them have suffered casualties. Only the most elite ones are still holding on after being stabbed.
It’s hard to get off the tiger!
At this point, the wisest choice is to get away and go home, lick your wounds and regain your strength.
However, no one is willing to give in. They all want to persevere, drag down their opponents to death, and win the final victory.
"General, general."
Migu stretched out her hand weakly, but the female ghost only stabbed one head, and was nailed to the ground with two long spears crossing each other. She rolled and tried to escape, but Nai Guixing was nailed to death and had no way to escape.
General Justice was so preoccupied with himself that he had no time to pay attention to her, so he just pretended not to hear her.
"I've been fooled, I've been fooled.
Migu cried weakly, "Now that I have regained my consciousness, I have given up my life and finally seen the truth."
"It's a conspiracy by strangers, they..., they are coming."
General Justice was greatly shocked. He took a few steps forward and asked, "Speak clearly."
Migu's voice stopped, and only the stabbed head turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared. Looking at the ghost again, it had already been shattered by the spear.
"Who did it?"
He was so angry that he looked around, wishing to kill all the upright people he saw.
"I."
The mourning general snorted coldly. Those two spears were ghost soldiers of his elite soldiers. There was nothing wrong with admitting them.
"Weeping, you stupid fool, it's over, everything is over."
As soon as General Justice finished speaking, there were screams of terror all around. Not only were there the Alliance's fierce ghosts, but also the generals under the mourning general. It was unimaginable that they were all exhausted and could erupt in such loud screams.
"People from the Northwest Lower Courtyard and Qingxu Temple are here."
"Hui Xiang, didn't I kill him just now? Why did he come back to life again?"
"These people are obviously dead and haven't been eaten by their subordinates. Why are they still alive?"
"I've been fooled, I've been fooled."
At this moment, more and more information came into the ears of the two generals, Weeping and Justice, and their hearts sank step by step.
"A big mistake."
The leaders of the two evil ghosts are not stupid. Now they finally understand that everything is a trap, a trap, and a place of death.
The cultivators deliberately provoked internal strife between the two sides, so that most of their subordinates were killed or injured, and only three to four hundred survivors survived. The originally large force was now reduced to sporadic remnants, which was very desolate.
"General Weeping Mourning, do you recognize me, Taoist Changshi?"
"General Justice, your old friend Hui Xiang is here."
Two loud shouts woke them up, knowing that the enemy had finally appeared on the road.
They still wanted to summon their men to fight back, but they heard the cry of killing, and the practitioners came from all directions to kill, waiting for work, and wantonly slaughtered the ghosts who were fighting for both sides.
At this moment, all living beings are equal. Whether they are evil ghosts, old evil ghosts or even fierce ghosts, they have lost their usual ferocious and arrogant appearance and are being chased and killed by practitioners who are several levels below them.
"Fight."
The mourning general and the just general looked at each other, and they had the same thoughts in their minds. At this time, it was no longer about revenge, but about how to escape.
The practitioners fought out at the most critical moment. Now that most of their strength had been consumed and they were seriously injured, they could only die if they fought hard.
It should be noted that the two elite ghosts, with their ghost nature and dissatisfaction cracks in their bodies, are on the verge of being broken, and can no longer withstand a huge blow.
"kill."
Taoist Changshi controlled the paper dragon to go on a rampage, Hui Xiang opened the personal stove, and three flaming fire lions sprang out, rolling a ball in the air, each of them came to mourn, and the two generals fought against each other.
If in normal times, the two elite ghosts did not take each other seriously, they could be killed in one breath.