Master Tailin pointed at the thunder lion and said: "My disciple has been waiting for a long time. Do you want to fight? If not, then admit defeat quickly so that I can collect the spoils!"
"You are shameless!"
Master Fenglei was furious, but he didn't dare to go on stage.
He is scheming but not stupid. With his cultivation in the Yuan Shen stage, he is afraid that he will be defeated if he can't withstand the palm of this thunder lion.
His eyes swept around the territory of Qinglei Sect, but he saw that the elders of the sect were all watching, as if they did not see his embarrassment at all.
He couldn't help feeling bitter and disappointed.
Little did he know that the senior officials of Qinglei Sect were also filled with helplessness at this time.
If Master Tailin or his master Master Miaozhu were standing on the stage, they would naturally fight without saying a word.
But this Thunder Lion is the disciple of Master Tailin. If they go to fight, they will win with no force and no one will cheer.
If you lose, you will be laughed at and will be infamy for thousands of years. Let me ask you, which monk is willing to put his face on the ground and be stepped on?
In the end, it was an elder from the Qinglei Sect who spoke: "We admit defeat in this battle, and the magic weapon will naturally belong to the leader of Tailin."
I don’t know what this elder said to Master Fenglei secretly. Anyway, he threw the magic weapon in front of him into the field with a calm expression and sat down with his head down.
The Holy Son of Kuang Lei next to him slandered in his heart: "The elder must have compensated a magic weapon for the senior brother, otherwise, he would not have been so easy."
Master Tailin didn't care about their lawsuit. He rolled up the two magic weapons in the field with a smile and happily put them into the storage magic weapon.
Then, he waved his sleeves, pointed at Calabash Baby and the others and said: "Who else among you wants to challenge? These six disciples of mine, no matter what your choice, they will never break their promise!"
The cultivators looked at Calabash and the others, and then at Jing Hui who was left aside by him, and couldn't help but roll their eyes.
Among the six disciples in the Hedao stage, no one can beat them except the ancestor of the sect.
But the ancestors of the sect also want to save face, so how can they lower themselves and compete with the younger generation?
At this time, they could finally understand the depression of the senior officials of Qinglei Sect.
This Tailin master is really nothing!
Just like that, in the following competition, everyone seemed to have completely forgotten the Immortal Sect, leaving them aside and not playing with them.
At this time, the disciples of the sect all looked at Master Tailin with resentful eyes.
Fairy Taihuang was even more direct. She slapped the table in front of her and shook her body at the same time.
"Junior brother Tailin, my hands are a little itchy, and I would like to come and compete with my senior sister to learn some moves!"
After saying that, she picked up the serrated mace that was at her side and soared into the sky, straight into the sky.
Immediately Master Tailin's expression turned bitter. He looked around, but none of his fellow disciples came to his rescue.
Even Fairy Taiyue beside him covered her mouth and snickered, showing no signs of worrying about her husband.
Helpless, Master Tailin had no choice but to brave the sky and compete (suffer) to try (beat).
The remaining leaders sat straight and unmoved, as if they didn't care about their victory or defeat at all.
Yue Chen snickered in his heart.
These uncles and uncles were itching to watch the battle.
However, they were afraid that Fairy Taihuang would get addicted to fighting and drag them into a fight, and then they would not be able to escape.
Tai Yi and others were curious and wanted to watch the battle live, but when their master shook his head, they immediately gave up the idea.
Master Tailin and Fairy Taihuang fought outside the starry sky until the starry sky shook and their blood boiled.
Inside the Red Star, they all felt the sky shaking, and countless small stars were crushed into powder.
"Dear me! Such a big movement, could it be that the pure Yang magic weapon was used?"
The fight was so fierce that it was not good to get closer to see the situation, lest it damage the fish in the pond and affect the consciousness, so everyone had to speculate in private.
"Who knows, anyway, what does their own family members' fighting life and death have to do with us?"
"That's right. You see, my brothers and sisters are not in a hurry. We are in a really big hurry!"
"Yes, let's just watch the fun, discuss it some more, and add some methods, so that we can save our lives."
As soon as the boundary war was mentioned, everyone fell silent, and no one answered for a long time.
Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs.
Most of the Small Thousand Worlds are Dharma-ending worlds. At most, dynasties will rise and fall, and the way of heaven will not be destroyed easily, and the own world will be swallowed up and merged.
The Great Thousand World has profound foundations and numerous giants, and is capable of protecting its own star field from being swallowed up.
They only need to start measuring the calamity when it comes, and after surviving it, they can relieve the pressure on the way of heaven.
Only the Zhongqian World can't achieve high or low, and is caught in the gap. It can only ensure the continuation of its own world through boundary warfare.
Time and time again, no matter which star field, countless monks died in the world war every time, using this tragic method to reduce the burden of immeasurable calamities.
There was no one who was not angry. Even the Taoist and demonic parties who usually fought fiercely were sitting together peacefully at this time, just for a glimmer of hope in the catastrophe.
The silence continued, and it was not until Master Tailin covered one eye and hit the seat that everyone became interested and looked at him.
"What are you looking at? Have you never seen anyone fighting?"
Master Tailin snorted coldly, folded his arms across his chest, uncovered nothing, and openly allowed others to look at him.
"Oh, husband, you look too miserable! I will talk to Senior Sister Taihuang tomorrow!"
Fairy Taiyue exclaimed in exaggeration.
If one ignored her shaking shoulders and cunning eyes, Master Tailin would actually believe her words.
"How dare you, Taiyue, to laugh at my husband? Let's see how I deal with you when I get back!"
Master Tailin glared at her fiercely.
Unexpectedly, Fairy Taiyue's cheeks turned red and she said coyly: "Husband, you are too immoral. How can you say such things outside?"
Master Tailin was so angry that he stared at her, hurriedly covered her mouth, and begged her repeatedly: "Ancestor, please don't say any more!"
Yue Chen and others were listening in the corner below, the corners of their mouths twitching.
It can be said that evil people will have their own evil, and their master is not generous, but they were treated docilely by Fairy Taiyue and Fairy Yaoguang together.
Everyone was far away, unaware of the flirting between the two, but they were curious about why Fairy Taihuang hadn't come back yet since Master Tailin returned injured.
While they were guessing, they saw Fairy Taihuang crashing onto the stage like a cannonball.
Everyone quickly looked at it, and immediately clucked their tongues in shock.
I saw that Fairy Taihuang's clothes were scattered, her golden crown was tilted, and a few strands of black hair were scattered on her chest, which made her look a little weak.
Of course, if you ignore her red and swollen lips and the obvious finger prints on her tall chest!