Hong Huang: I'm really not Zulong

"Master, do you also want to accept me as your disciple?"

Jin Chanzi sat up and stared at Lin Qi.

Lin Qi looked a little embarrassed.

"Yes, is there anyone else who wants to take you in?"

"Yes, there are monks and Taoist priests. They will fight on the mountain tomorrow. The winner will accept me as his disciple."

"Oh? Where do all the monks and Taoist priests come from?"

"Hmm... I don't know, there are about seven or eight people!"

"Then if I defeat them tomorrow, will you be willing to become my disciple?"

"Yes! I feel a warm feeling when I look at you!"

"..."

After successfully cheating, Lin Qi sent Jin Chanzi home.

"Fortunately, I didn't eat the golden cicada. Otherwise, where would I look for his second life? If I couldn't find the second life, I wouldn't know the Tang Monk in the third life."

Lin Qi did not leave Jin Chanzi's home and sat on the roof to guard her.

Early the next morning, four monks and four Taoist priests gathered at Li Manor.

The eight people stood in eight directions, each of them extremely arrogant, and no one paid any attention to the other.

"Several immortals, please follow me!"

A middle-aged man with a burly figure and extraordinary appearance respectfully invited me.

The group of people followed the middle-aged man towards the back hill outside the courtyard.

Half an hour later, an empty martial arts arena appeared in front of them.

Hundreds of soldiers are training, with swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks all nearby.

Obviously, the owner of the Li Mansion was an official in the imperial court.

Only officials can have more than a hundred private officials.

"Amitabha! I am Jinchi, a disciple of Guanyin Temple. Who comes to ask me for advice?"

Elder Jinchi was wearing a gray cassock with several patches on it, and one toe was exposed from the cloth shoes on his feet.

He looks like an ascetic monk.

However, although the clothes were shabby, they were washed very clean.

"Lv Huan, a disciple of Immortal Master Lu from Penglai, is here to teach me!"

Let's talk, the two of them showed off their weapons, flew into the sky, and fought for three hundred rounds.

In the end, Jinchi was defeated and lost to the swordsman Lu Huan.

Lu Huan was a disciple of Lu Dongbin, and his actual combat ability was extremely strong. Compared to the monks who chanted sutras all day long, he was not even a bit stronger.

Although Jin Chi has cultivated to the middle stage of True Immortal, which is a small level higher than Lu Huan, he has too little combat experience, so his defeat will be a matter of time.

Lu Huan won and retreated to the side triumphantly, resting for a while.

"Amitabha, there is a poor monk named Prince Namojita who is a disciple of Dharma Precepts. Which fellow Taoist dares to come and ask for advice?"

A middle-aged monk dressed as a tutu came out.

Peng Sheng's background is not simple either.

The Dharmajie of Prince Namojita was quite famous in the battle to confer gods.

He had a magic weapon, the demon flag, and relied on it to capture Lei Zhenzi alive, and he caught Jiang Ziya's magic whip with his bare hands.

Later, he was captured by Zheng Lun, a disciple of Zheng Lun, a real disciple of Du'e. He was about to be beheaded when he was rescued by Zhunti Taoist from the West. He later returned to Buddhism, achieved enlightenment, and transformed into Prince Qita.

Peng Sheng is a disciple and grandson of Fa Jie, and his cultivation is also remarkable.

"Pindao Jiuxian Mountain, Taoyuan Cave, under the sect of Guangchengzi, is well off!"

A Taoist priest who looked as thin as a stick and looked to be sixty or seventy years old walked out, holding a gold seal in his hand.

"Fellow Taoist, please!"

Peng Sheng sacrificed an imitation of the demon flag, and Yin Shi sacrificed an imitation of Fantian Seal, and a fierce battle ensued.

In fact, they are just trying to pull off the tiger's skin and put a halo on their heads.

To put it bluntly, he is a charlatan.

To tell the truth, Prince Qita really didn't know that he had a disciple named Peng Sheng.

As for the disciples of Peng Zun, Han Sheng, and Han Bian, he still had some impressions.

As for Peng Sheng... he is just a descendant of Peng Zunfan. I don't know if there are dozens or hundreds of descendants.

Of course, it is not easy for them to cultivate to the state they are in today, otherwise they would be of no use.

These people were arranged by both Buddhism and Taoism.

One side protects according to the plan, and the other side specializes in sabotage.

After hundreds of rounds, Peng Sheng was defeated by Yin Shi, so he proclaimed the Buddha's name and bowed his head to admit defeat.

In the next two games, Yishang and Yiyi won respectively.

Now, four people have won and two more people have to be eliminated.

The last two people left are the candidates for Master Jin Chanzi.

but……

"Haha! Everyone is busy!"

Just when the next battle was about to begin, Lin Qi stepped on seven lotus auspicious clouds from the sky, holding a fly whisk in his hand, and floated up like a fairy.

He smiled and greeted four monks and four Taoist priests.

After observing four games, I found that these people's abilities were so poor that I was no longer interested in watching any more.

Among these people, Yin Shi and Lu Huan, who hold imitation Fantian Seals, are just fine.

Lin Qi is sure of victory. If he doesn't come out now, when will he wait?

"Who are you?"

The rich bloodline has the belligerent genes of the ancestors. When he saw Lin Qi coming with bad intentions, he immediately confronted him tit for tat.

"I am Lin Qi, the disciple of old mother Lishan!"

After saying that, he showed his identity badge and said arrogantly: "Okay, you all, stop fighting. Fighting is in vain!"

Then he looked back at Jin Chanzi sitting on the Taishi chair.

"Principal Dao saw three thousand feet ago that there was a Buddha's light rising three thousand feet into the sky. He knew that it was destined, so he came here to cross over and found that it was destined.

I also saw that Mr. Li was covered with dark clouds and his roots were thick and heavy. He was afraid of natural disasters and man-made disasters. I waited for Pindao to take him to Lishan Mountain to resolve the disaster and achieve positive results. This is also Pindao's mercy!"

After listening to Lin Qi's eloquent words, the eight people were stunned.

If you want to grab it, just let it go. Why are you talking so much nonsense?

But in a blink of an eye, I saw the confused and admiring expressions of Taishi Li and his family, and then I understood.

It turns out that this kid was pretending to be sophisticated just to tell them.

However, the eight people were more interested in Lynch's identity.

If Lin Qi is really a disciple of old mother Lishan, then...

"Fellow Taoist Lin Qi, you are polite, please allow me to take a look at the token?"

Yin Shi did not dare to neglect and put away his aggressive attitude.

Lin Qi tossed the badge and looked at it carefully, but he had never seen the badge from Lishan's mother, so how could he tell the authenticity?

But you can't show yourself to be ignorant.

In the world of martial arts, if you don't understand, you must pretend to understand.

"Yes! Yes, it's a sign from Lishan's old mother's family. Pindao once heard it said by his ancestors."

The token was returned to Lynch to enhance his status.

"But..." Yin Zhen changed his mind.

Identifying with identity does not mean identifying with strength. If you can defeat Mother Lishan's direct disciple in front of everyone.

Then...this will be a big deal!

"However, if you want to accept Mr. Li as your disciple, fellow Taoist, you have to show your skills to everyone!"

"That makes sense!"

The other seven people and Grand Master Li nodded in agreement.

Grand Master Li is a little-known Grand Master of a small country in Shengshen Continent.

"It doesn't take more than one skill, just one!" Lin Qi smiled faintly.

One hand is equal to one move, and the eight people of Yinshi are angry.

This guy is so crazy!

You actually want to defeat us with one move?

"The poor monk Peng Sheng asks for advice!"

"The poor Taoist Lu Huan asks for advice!"

"Poor monk..."

Almost at the same time, the eight people took a step forward.

They all want to earn this easy fame.

"I am a poor Taoist but I am overestimating my abilities. I am asking fellow Taoist Lin Qi for advice! Don't try to rob me!"

Yin Shi took another step forward and raised the imitation Fantian Seal in his hand.

Lynch shook his head slightly at him and waved his index finger.

Yin Shi frowned: "Why, fellow Taoist don't want to fight with me?"

Lin Qi smiled calmly: "No, it's too troublesome to come one by one. Let the eight of you come together!"