Huang Ting

"Good boy, I didn't expect you to have learned such a skill in Wudang in the past few years, and you have hidden it quite well."

Facing Wang Ye, Hu Xiuwu said to himself: "It turns out that Wudang still has the secret book of Fenghou Qimen. It seems that after the Jiashen Rebellion, Wudang Zhou Sheng secretly returned to Wudang and left behind the inheritance.

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Wang Ye struggled hard to break free from the rope on his body. After hearing Hu Xiuwu's inference, he was still stubborn and denied:

"It's nothing. There's no such thing as Fenghou Qimen. Where can there be such a thing in Wudang?"

Hu Xiuwu looked at him with disdain: "You are deceiving other people by saying this. You are the one I have watched since childhood. How could I not know."

"Fart! Mr. Sun, I have been kind to you these past few years. Do you really think I can't beat you?"

"Can't beat it!"

Hu Xiuwu said from the bottom of his heart.

Wang Ye: "·······"

After playing around for a while, Hu Xiuwu waved his hand and dispersed the hemp rope transformed by the transformation technique. He stared at him and said, "Wouldn't it be better to be your Wudang Taoist priest and enjoy your purity? Why did you come to this muddy water?"

Wang Ye rubbed his waist and said nonchalantly: "I thought about it too, but who asked me to do a fortune-telling because I knew the inside story but didn't come. My heart is uneasy and uncertain. How can I be pure?"

Hu Xiuwu said movedly: "No wonder I haven't been able to see you during this period. Is it because you are afraid of injuring me?"

"Huh," Wang Ye snorted coldly and said expressionlessly, "No, I'm afraid that you will implicate me."

"That night, when the strange little girl next to Zhang Chulan came to attack Shan Shitong, I saw the way you were in contact with Zhang Chulan. I guessed that you were also here for Zhang Chulan."

"Since I came here, it has been easy for me to attract bees and butterflies. If I am misunderstood again and have something to do with the origin of the Qi Body, then I really won't be able to clean myself up."

Hu Xiuwu said: "But today you have exposed yourself, and you still can't go back to Wudang. What are your plans? Do you want to go home for two days? Uncle Wang still wants you to go back. Every time I go to see him, he

You asked me to find a way to drag you out of Wudang."

Wang Song sat down on the ground and said calmly: "I have solved Zhuge Qing's problem. With you here, there will be no obstacles for Zhang Chulan to become a Heavenly Master. I will give Zhang Chulan my final advice tomorrow and I will leave."

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Hu Xiuwu said: "Leaving so early, I don't want to watch the finals of the Luotian Dajiao."

Wang Ye twitched the corner of his mouth and felt that it was very nonsense: "The final between you and Zhang Chulan is not as interesting as the match between you and Feng Xingtong tomorrow."

"Besides, while you and Zhang Chulan are still attracting attention at Longhu Mountain, I can go down the mountain more easily."

Wang Ye looked at the pedestrians walking by him who were talking, laughing and looking intently, and exclaimed:

"You really took the Taiyin God away from Wang Bing. Wang Ai, an old fox, capsized in the gutter today and suffered a hidden loss in your hands."

I had long heard that after Wang Bing and Hu Xiuwu finished the match, Wang Ai's face had been looking ugly, and he had been looking for Hu Xiuwu's whereabouts.

Originally, Wang Ye thought that Wang Ai was angry because his grandson was injured by Hu Xiuwu and wanted to take revenge on him. He also wondered when Wang Ai had become so bad at cultivating qi.

It turned out that it was his pension money that was robbed by the little thief Hu Xiuwu.

Hu Xiuwu was as stubborn as the previous king and refused to admit it: "I don't understand what you are talking about. This is the art of Yin Blessing, not the innate power of the Taiyin God. Don't accuse someone of innocence."

Wang Ye was speechless: "The Taiyin God's innate power, ha, okay, it's whatever you say, then you can unlock this Yin Blessing Technique, and I'll go back and book a ticket."

Hu Xiuwu dispersed the Yin Blessing Technique, restored the sense of existence of the two of them, and handed Wang Ye a jade order: "Here, keep it for self-defense. If you really fall into a situation of no life or death, think of your father."

Good for you."

The jade order is about the same size as a mobile phone, the material is ordinary, and the carving is very simple. It just has "Luofeng Dong Kai Ling" on one side.

The king also weighed the jade order: "A talisman? Or a magical weapon? Why haven't I heard of the Luofeng Cave opening order and this talisman?"

"I made it myself."

"Okay, I will accept your filial piety." Wang Ye put away the jade order, patted the dust on his body, and stood up. Before leaving, he still seemed to have no intention of leaving, and told Hu Xiuwu:

"On Longhu Mountain, fish and dragons are mixed together now. You have to be more careful."

Hu Xiuwu said: "Don't worry, since I dare to show up, I have made sure everything is safe."

"Tomorrow, I will be famous all over the world!"

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After a night, the sun was shining brightly, and on the high platform, all the heroes had arrived, and the young and old gathered together.

All the ten elders from Longhu Mountain were present, and all the Luotian Dajiao players who were not competing came to watch the competition.

This is the first time since the start of Luotian Dajiao that so many people watched a game.

Feng Xingtong, who was on the field below, was a little nervous for a moment, but besides the slightest trace of nervousness, he was filled with excitement that was burning like a raging fire.

Not counting my father, just look at the old people on the stage, Zhang Zhiwei, Wang Ai, and Lu Ci. They are all famous figures in the alien world. In terms of status and seniority, there are almost no other people in the domestic alien world who are better than these few.

It's going to be high.

In addition to Zhang Chulan, Tang Wenlong, Zhang Lingyu and Lu Linglong who are competing,

How many people in the world can have the opportunity to show their faces on such a grand occasion.

If he can do well in this game, he can complete the task assigned by his father ahead of schedule.

Help the world, which has recently risen and has a shallow foundation, to show its power.

but,

Feng Xingtong stared at the entrance to the opposite side with a solemn expression.

The opponent this time is a powerful enemy. No, he is a monster that is far inferior to me. If I hadn't gotten Uncle Liu in the last game, I wouldn't have dared to stand in front of him.

swish, swish,

At the entrance, there was the sound of friction of sand and gravel, as if a huge thing was slowly entering from the entrance, and Feng Xingtong swallowed a sip of saliva.

After the dust cleared, a young man who looked like an orchid walked into the arena with his hands in his pockets, relaxed and relaxed, and was greeted by everyone's malice and admiration.

What just made the scene look bad was that he looked like an old farmer, holding an old-fashioned broom under his arm, standing loosely opposite Feng Xingtong, looking very lifeless.

Under the pulp-covered wooden pole of the broom tray, the broom head made of bamboo branches dragged on the ground, leaving traces of snakes behind him and making a rustling sound.

Hu Xiuwu stood casually opposite Feng Xingtong with his hands in his pockets. However, seeing his expressionless face, Feng Xingtong still became nervous for no reason. He reluctantly put on a smile and showed weakness:

"Senior Hu Xiuwu, I know I am no match for you, so please give me some advice."

Hu Xiuwu didn't say anything. Instead, he held the wooden handle of the broom with his backhand and shouted, "Uncle Liu! Are you okay?"

Uncle Liu's demonic energy overflowed from Feng Xingtong's body, but there was no other movement.

Feng Xingtong did not place too many restrictions on Uncle Liu. Apart from being unable to leave him, Uncle Liu's activities were not restricted.

But being detained by a child made him feel that he had lost face and did not want to meet Hu Xiuwu.

"I have inquired about your reputation. You have a different style of conduct from your father, Wang Bing and others, and you have not treated Uncle Liu badly. I will not be harsh."

Seeing that Uncle Liu was fine, Hu Xiuwu's face relaxed a little and his tone became much gentler.

Although the General Ju Lingqian can capture spirits unconditionally, Hu Xiuwu has Luo Fengtian's back, and the elves under his command can be resurrected in Luo Fengtian, but mortals do not have this ability.

And not all spirits are as powerful as the immortals. The vast majority of spirits are just ignorant souls.

Therefore, when Feng Zhenghao and the Wang family used Julingshuang, they used ordinary spirits as elixirs to be eaten by a few spirits with extraordinary qualifications to warm and nourish their souls, enhance their combat power, and sometimes also use them as firewood.

, enhance the power of your own moves.

However, according to Zanglong’s information, Feng Xingtong is a different kind. He regards his captured spirits as friends and does not feed ghosts with ghosts.

It has just been confirmed that the information is true, and Hu Xiuwu's sense of Feng Xingtong is much better.

Hu Xiuwu raised his left hand and said, "You take action first."

"You said so."

Feng Xingtong's smile disappeared instantly, and his expression became serious, "Then I won't be polite!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Xingtong inspired Uncle Liu's power. Feng Xingtong's eyes were pale, and his demonic aura was like a tide, and he jumped up angrily. It was like a mountain-swallowing demon python that had propped up its long body and opened its blood basin.

Big mouth.

It is as violent as a violent tornado, and as violent as the surging Qiantang River tide.

The power of just one person is like a thousand troops galloping forward.

Hu Xiuwu was as small as an ant under the surge of evil energy.

"Uncle Liu is always strong. Without a knife, I might not be his match. Fortunately, I borrowed a broom from senior brother Zhang Qianhe."

Hu Xiuwu praised him, then his eyes were focused, like a torch, and the golden light on his body burned brightly, as bright as the scorching sun and as strong as diamond.

The golden light followed Hu Xiuwu's hand and spread to the broom. The originally ordinary broom turned into an extremely sharp golden knife.

The golden knife dragged the ground, like a cool big saw, from bottom to top, dragging up a majestic and thick sword from the flat ground, as sharp as a jigsaw and as solid as a rock dividing water.

The giant python hit the Jianqi Changfeng, like a comet hitting the earth, stirring up powerful waves that overturned the earth and shattered the ring wall, like a natural disaster landing.

The arena, which was as broad as a gymnasium, seemed extremely small against the backdrop of the two of them, unable to accommodate their momentum at all.