Prehistoric: Great Master Ling Bao

Facing Nezha's oath, Daoist Huang Long looked very indifferent, and then said to Nezha, "There is no need to be like this, I have such ability at a young age, I believe it must come from a famous family, I naturally believe what you say, but You didn't let go of all your strength, so you should stop, let's sit down and talk."

Daoist Huang Long's words are nothing more than fighting against each other.

But in fact, Daoist Huang Long is stalling for time, if he has his senior brother's Beheading Immortal Sword in hand, the next door is here to spit on this tongue.

But Nezha still dare not let go, Ji Chang is insidious and cunning, maybe he is holding back in secret, as long as he is a little frustrated, he may fall into his trap

At this point, Nezha had to guard against that Daoist Huang Long was just a passerby, at least for now.

"Shangxian, if you have anything to say, let's talk about 06 directly, there is no need to go around.

Nezha kept a close eye on Ji Chang's every move, for fear of making some mistakes. Time is tight now, according to Ji Chang's current marching speed, he can cross the mountains in front of him within three days at most.

However, Daoist Huang Long saw that Nezha was a little impatient, and he was well aware of his own abilities, which made him a little bit difficult.

"It's a long story to say. Although you and I have different positions, it's actually for your own practice. If you are stubborn and refuse to listen to persuasion, then don't blame me for taking action and showing no mercy."

Speaking of Daoist Huang Long, he stretched out his hand and started his posturing. He pinched his hands and recited the formula, and countless yellow paper talismans came out from his cuffs.

For a moment, the talisman turned into a human form, one by one like paper figurines, like thousands of troops, surrounded by the formation, each one eager to try.

When Nezha saw it, she felt a sense of playfulness in her heart, and the small people, one inch tall, were densely exposed in front of Nezha's own eyes. But Nezha didn't dare to underestimate it, and immediately took a step back, raising the rocket gun in his hand.

"Shangxian, I still do it by hand, be straightforward, whether it is life or death, it depends on my own Good Fortune."

With Daoist Huang Long's agitation, he intended to frighten this kid, but the situation was completely opposite, which was beyond his expectation. But facing Nezha, a brat, for some reason, Daoist Huang Long suddenly had a certain amount of self-confidence.

"You junior, if I fight with you, even if I win you, I will have no place to save my face, and outsiders will definitely laugh out loud, saying that I bully the younger with the big, and rely on the old to sell the old.

Daoist Huang Long said while stroking his beard. In the blink of an eye, he had an idea in his mind and said, "How about this, I will make three moves. If you can resist it, you little brat, I'll let you go, if not, you just disarm and surrender honestly, there is no need to continue like this.

Daoist Huang Long's words made sense, and according to his thinking logic, Nezha took advantage of it. The winner will be decided within three moves, neither showy nor dewy, and it can be regarded as saving face if it is done.

Nezha nodded, agreeing.

Immediately, Daoist Huang Long twisted his palm, and thousands of little paper figurines that were one inch tall came alive.

In the first trick, Nezha thought that Daoist Huang Long had released the water, intending to let him go.

"Shangxian, it's a lot of offense.

The tip of the fire-pointed gun is a little bit, and several flames are sprayed out. The little paper man ignited the fire and immediately became more restless. At one time, one passed two, two passed three, and a sea of ​​flames appeared in the formation.

Standing aside, Ji Chang could tell at a glance that something was wrong. It can be said that from the general to the soldiers, no one could fail to see that Daoist Huang Long's first move had already been lost.

"Really, you didn't mean it?" Ji Chang questioned.

Nezha's natural fire attribute constitution, fire control skills have long been perfected, and has reached a peak state. Ji Chang looked at this sea of ​​flames, which was about to burn out. The anger in his heart had already reached his eyebrows.

"Tata, Kin...

Daoist Huang Long had a smile on his face, and then he casually pointed his finger like finishing touch. A beam of light like a star, 657 looked very casual in twos and threes.

However, just as the sea of ​​fire was burning out, the flames suddenly condensed together, and a bull grew out of the flames. On the forehead of this bull, there was still a piece of yellow paper, and on it was written a clearly visible big characters.

"kill…….………"

Nezha was already mentally prepared for this change. After all, he is one of the 2nd generation disciples that The Primeval Lord of Heavens - Yuanshi sat down, and his personal strength and ability are not comparable to his own.

"Shangxian, it looks like I'm going to lose."

Nezha was even more excited when she encountered the raging fire, especially the bull running out of the fire.

Afterwards, Nezha used Hunting Ling, a piece of red silk floated in mid-air, landed on the bull's head, and restrained its angle of view, restricting the bull's pace for a short time.

"What do you think of my move? Did I win this first round?".