Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

Feng Tianyang glanced at Zhang Zhiwei's sleeve, the corners of his eyes twitched, took a deep breath, and said:

"Senior brother Zhang is open, then I will not be polite!"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and squeezed a magic bullet, and piercing screams sounded in the air one after another.

Then, in the woods outside the venue, some objects flew out of nowhere, including a gossip table, an altar, multicolored vestments, a strangely shaped scimitar, two golden bells, several talismans, and even five animal offerings such as pig heads and cow heads. Taste……

Outside the martial arts arena, many people watched this scene in shock.

"What's going on here? Why did so many things fly out of thin air? Are they going to hold a banquet in the martial arts arena?"

"These things seem to have been hidden in the woods in advance. What kind of method is this, to transport Dafa?"

"Look, that pig's head is still bleeding!"

Among the younger generation, some people are puzzled, their cultivation base is not at home, and their naked eyes can't see the mystery clearly.

But Zhang Zhiwei has Taoist eyes, and he can see clearly that the objects that floated out of nowhere came down as illusory ghosts, and they were carrying the objects.

Looking at the bloody pig's head and bull's head, Zhang Zhiwei smiled: "The kitchen of the Lu family you ransacked?"

"It's not just the kitchen!" Feng Tianyang laughed.

"Heh, interesting!"

"I can't help it. Senior Brother Zhang has a high level of cultivation. If I don't set up a dharma altar, I'm absolutely invincible!"

Feng Tianyang was not at all embarrassed, he controlled the little ghosts to carry various materials into the arena, and quickly set up the altar.

"How long will it take you to set up the altar?" Zhang Zhiwei asked, if it takes a few hours, he is not in the mood to spend it.

Feng Tianyang said: "I, Liangshan Wuzhi, belong to a small sect. The power of the dharma altar in my sect is far inferior to the authentic dharma altar of Xuanmen, but the advantage lies in its speed. Just give me a quarter of an hour!"

"Then I'll give you a quarter of an hour!"

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And this scene caused an uproar outside the arena.

"It turns out that these things are done to set up the Buddhist altar?"

Whether it is the older generation or the younger generation, they all cast strange glances.

It's just a martial arts performance, and you actually want to open the altar?

"Is it too much to open the forum during the competition? Even if you win, it would be disgraceful!" Lu Jin, who was watching the battle from behind, said.

Lu Ci sneered and said: "Hmph, as long as you can win, who cares if your means are brilliant or not? This kid is very scheming. He actually wants to see the heavenly soldiers of the Taoist altar, so his words are a bit arrogant. If he can see the upper altar Altar Heaven Soldiers, if they are defeated, they will be defeated, if they don't see it, if they have a chance to defeat Senior Brother Zhang, then they will become famous, and he will make a lot of money, no matter what, he won't lose money!"

"Senior Brother Zhang has accepted the move. If the other party uses the method of opening the forum, can Senior Brother Zhang beat it?" Lu Jin asked.

Lu Ci has turned into a little fanboy, and said with a look of reason: "I think it will be very easy, look, Brother Zhang has rolled up one sleeve, I think he wants to hang him with one hand!"

As he spoke, Lu Ci glanced at Lu Jin, "It's like hitting you!"

Lu Jin glared at Lu Ci: "You are different?"

Lu Ci replied: "What's the same? When I competed with Brother Zhang, both of his sleeves were rolled up!"

"Ah...what's the difference?"

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Lu Ren silently distanced himself from Lu Jin and his stupid brother.

"Feng Tianyang, you shameful little bastard, get down quickly!"

Feng Tianyang's elder shouted angrily, what kind of words are you talking about to open the altar during the competition, it's too unscrupulous, as a master, he can't afford to lose this person.

"Brother Feng, don't get angry, young man, it's normal to be competitive!" said Lu Jin's father, Lu Xuan.

Then Lu Xuan looked at Zhang Jingqing: "Tianshi, what do you think?"

"Since my villain has agreed, let's do it!" Zhang Jingqing said in a deep voice.

Zuo Ruotong picked up a cup of tea: "This competition is getting more and more interesting!"

On the martial arts arena, under the orderly manipulation of a group of little ghosts, the altar was quickly set up.

Feng Tianyang stood in front of a sacrificial table, holding two master knives, wearing a wizard's robe and a yaksha-like Nuo mask on his face. The knife is held high above the head, the blades strike and pull.

The sound of "ding ding ding" was accompanied by the ear-piercing friction sound when the blades collided, and the treacherous practice of witchcraft began.

Zhang Zhiwei set his eyes on the magic weapon called Shidao in Feng Tianyang's hand.

Shi Dao, also known as Ling Dao and Xiang Dao, is a rocking body-sounding instrument of the Manchu, Zhuang, Miao, Yao, Dong, Tujia, Han and other ethnic groups. It is called Hama knife in Manchu language and Shaman knife in Northeast China.

The back, tip, and handle of this kind of knife are drilled with several small holes, and three to five small iron rings connected in series are worn in the small holes, so when dancing, it will make a jingling sound.

Like Taoist methods, they generally don't do this kind of thing, most of them are mahogany swords or seven-star magic swords.

In general practice, peach wood swords are enough. If it is a very grand religious event that requires hundreds of people to perform the ritual together, the Taoists often invite the seven-star magic sword of the town school to perform it.

Longhu Mountain has one of this kind of suppressing magic sword. It is the three-five male and female swords that cut evil among the three treasures of the heavenly masters handed down by the ancestor Tianshi Zhang Daoling. This sword has been enshrined in the Taoist temple for nearly two thousand years.

As for the true appearance of this dharma sword, Zhang Zhiwei has never seen it before, and this treasure will not be invited out until Longhushan is alive and dead.

Soon, a quarter of an hour will be up.

Feng Tianyang's practice is also coming to an end, and the atmosphere of terror and depression has swept the surroundings, not only the martial arts arena, but everyone in the whole yard can feel it.

"Ding ding ding..."

The bell made by Shi Dao is ethereal, monotonous, without any rhythm, but it goes straight to the heart. Every strike brings about the resonance of the air, and the eardrum, scalp, and even deep into the bones, jump and tremble with the sound of the bell.

The yaksha-like exorcism mask on Feng Tianyang's face became more and more ferocious, and his dancing movements became more and more exaggerated and abstract, as weird as a picture frame.

"Are you here? It's the feeling of that medium again. Please come down to the altar, and the heavenly soldiers will come, will you borrow from that medium?" Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself.

When he looked up, he saw a lot of dense bloodstains blooming out of thin air in the sky.

Feng Tianyang raised his master's knife and pointed it at Zhang Zhiwei.

A shrill ghost screamed, and the bloodstains in the air rushed towards Zhang Zhiwei.

These bloodstains could not be clearly seen by those who were not of high cultivation, but Zhang Zhiwei could see them clearly. They were three-foot-sized blood-colored human figures that were constantly writhing.

"This is a kind of spirit specially offered by my Liangshan witches. It is called the broken law and filthy spirit. It is condensed from extremely filthy places. It is invisible to the naked eye and cannot be attacked by physical means. They can pollute magic tools and mana. , Senior Brother Zhang, I know that the Golden Light Curse of Longhu Mountain is unique, but don’t get caught by it!"

The dense blood-colored figures flew across the air, but did not cause the slightest disturbance in the air.

"Can't touch it with physical means? It can break my golden light, I want to try!"

Zhang Zhiwei did not dodge or dodge, allowing the blood shadow to attack wantonly.

Dozens of bloody figures hugged the tall Zhang Zhiwei like zombies coming out of a cage, and there were bursts of sounds like sulfuric acid corrosion.

These bloody figures rushed to the golden light frantically, but Zhang Zhiwei was as stable as Mount Tai, and the golden light did not tremble.

This law-breaking filthy spirit does have a law-breaking effect, but the effect is not very obvious on Zhang Zhiwei.

These dozens of law-breaking and filthy spirits were almost annihilated, but they didn't even burn through the skin of the golden light, only leaving spots of blood stains on the surface of the golden light.

However, ordinary people can't see the clues to this scene, because they can't see the figure of the law-breaking and filthy spirit, they can only see Zhang Zhiwei's golden light covering his body, with a faint blood glow all over his body, and the golden light rattles, but there is no trace of it. strange.

"The idea is very good. It does restrain the body protection method similar to the Golden Light Curse, but the method is a little shallow!"

Zhang Zhiwei's body was shocked, the golden light spread, and all the law-breaking and filthy spirits were instantly wiped out.

Then, with a thought in his mind, the blood-stained golden light all over his body took the shape of qi, gathered together, and turned into a golden bean.

With a flick of his fingers, Jindou burst out of the air, pointing directly at Feng Tianyang's eyebrows.

But the moment he was about to hit, a tall and mighty general suddenly appeared in front of Feng Tianyang, blocking the blow for Feng Tianyang.

This general was wearing a golden armor, with a five-color flag stuck behind his back, his face was painted blue and white, like an actor on stage, his speech was cadenced.

"I am the lord of the Dharma. Sit down and the general will sit down. My lord is here. The Taoists should bow down quickly!"

"God general?"

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at it, and saw that the general's figure was slightly illusory, composed of clean energy, but there was a demon hidden in the clear energy.

"This is the Heavenly Soldiers of the Lower Altar, the rampant generals of the five rampant soldiers. Since there are rampant generals, there should also be rampant soldiers!"

As soon as Zhang Zhiwei finished speaking, Feng Tianyang danced again in front of the altar, a weird sacrificial dance.

While circling and stepping, cassocks were unfurled, and the divine bell rang.

At the same time, rampant soldiers emerged from the sky one after another, and in a blink of an eye, they blocked the entire martial arts arena.

These Heavenly Soldiers under the altar, the five rampant soldiers and horses, all stared coldly at Zhang Zhiwei.

There is no need to talk nonsense, the war is imminent.