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

Martial arts arena, in front of the altar.

Feng Tianyang raised the two master knives above his head, the bells on the master knives jingled, and he danced a weird Nuo dance like a wizard who sacrificed to ghosts and gods.

Among the people watching the battle, no one spoke. They watched this scene quietly, as if they were watching a shocking Noh performance under the big curtain.

"Jingle Bell……"

The teacher's knife resounded, and rays of light appeared in the sky above the martial arts arena. In the rays of light, rampant soldiers with ape arms and tiger backs, with figures that looked like phantoms, would appear.

These rampant generals all wear red tasseled helmets, green brocade robes, bright armor, steel forks, flying crowns, and shining armor.

However, if you look closely, you will find that these guardian soldiers and horses who look like gods descended from the earth, under the bright armor of bright light, are actually a pair of green faces and fangs.

Although most of the dharma guardian gods enshrined in the Taoist lineage are also fierce and evil, they are upright and awe-inspiring, unlike these rampant soldiers who are full of evil.

"It's so fucking bluffing!"

For the first time, Zhang Zhiwei felt something interesting. He looked at these rampant soldiers, twisted his neck, and there was a flash of bright lightning in his eyes that turned into a fierce ape.

He stretched out his hands with rolled up sleeves: "Come on, let me see the level of the heavenly soldiers!"

In front of the dharma altar, Feng Tianyang raised his master's saber at Zhang Zhiwei.

The next moment, I saw the green-faced and fangsed general in front of him raise his arms.

There are drums and horns contending in the sky and the earth, blue light surging, countless rampant soldiers, holding up the steel fork, roaring loudly, and rushing towards Zhang Zhiwei one after another.

Compared with the huge number of rampant soldiers, Zhang Zhiwei was like a dead leaf under the rolling tide, which was submerged in an instant.

But in the next moment, the golden light spread out, and Zhang Zhiwei soared into the sky, and the majestic qi from the golden light curse and the five thunders' righteous method flowed surgingly in his body.

The glaring and cold weapons in the hands of Wuzang soldiers and horses are like an endless forest of knives, and Zhang Zhiwei is covered in golden light, just like the monkey who is making trouble in the heavenly palace and sweeping away the heavenly soldiers and generals, he shuttles back and forth in the rampant soldiers and generals .

He put one hand behind his back, rolled up his sleeve with the other hand, smashed the head of a rampant with a forehand slap, and slapped another rampant flying away with a backhand slap.

The rampage who was shot flying quickly began to distort and deform, and his figure swelled rapidly. His white robe was split and his nails were blown away, showing his true colors, which turned out to be a big snake about ten meters long.

The big snake was flying in the air, and it rolled towards Zhang Zhiwei in the air, roaring in its mouth: "Eat you!"

"The rampant general is actually a willow fairy? Eat me? Overwhelmed!"

As soon as Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand, golden light spewed out from his palm, which turned into a big hand, and grabbed the head of the attacking snake-like general.

The big snake roared in pain.

The energy in Zhang Zhiwei's body gushed like a spring, and the hot power like magma was inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

"Die!"

Zhang Zhiwei grabbed the big snake rampant more than ten meters high, waved it like a long whip, and smashed it at the rampant soldiers surrounding him.

This exaggerated scene simply broke through the imagination of the people around.

Do you want to be so cruel!

"As expected of Senior Brother Zhang, even in the face of this kind of situation, he is not at all shy. If he says to use one hand, he will use one hand. If I face so many ghosts, I'm afraid I will run away on the spot!"

Lu Ci, who has become Zhang Zhiwei's fanboy, sighed.

Lu Jin was also dumbfounded and said: "In this kind of scene, I will definitely run. If I don't run, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for three to five seconds, but Senior Brother Zhang can come and go freely like ignoring him, fighting in and out. With this level of cultivation, only I'm afraid I'll catch up with many seniors!"

"We must have caught up. I can assure you. Pay attention to the faces of those seniors around you. I feel that many people can't beat Senior Brother Zhang!" Lu Ci said in a low voice.

"Yeah?"

As Lu Jin said, he quietly glanced at his father, Lu Xuan, and found that his face was very ugly.

Lu Jin: "..."

Among the crowd watching the battle, most people lamented Zhang Zhiwei's strength.

Only Guan Shihua, a genius from the lineage of Ma Xian, was frightened by Feng Tian and grinned.

"Can't fight, can't fight at all, how did that Feng Tianyang come up with so many things like Daxian all at once?!"

Guan Shihua muttered to herself, the way she cultivated to become a horse immortal was somewhat similar to Feng Tianyang's method.

But the difference is that Feng Tian invited the immortal family who died and was enshrined in the dharma lineage to become the Dharma Guardian Heavenly Soldiers, while she invited a living immortal.

Moreover, she could tell that the strength of the big snake held in Zhang Zhiwei's hand was definitely not weak. Few of the immortals she could invite directly to her upper body could match.

"Master, I won't go up to join in the fun later, it's too scary, unless Uncle Liu is invited, there is no need to fight at all!" Guan Shihua whispered to her elders.

Guan Shihua's elder said: "What? You still want to invite Uncle Liu to meet this celestial master and apprentice, don't mess around, with your strength, if you want to invite an immortal family like Uncle Liu, you have to advance It’s only good to ask for permission when you come to visit, and it’s a violation of the rules to ask for it rashly.”

"Besides, your own strength is meager, and you can't practice at the acupoints. Even if you invite Uncle Liu, you can't exert much power. You can't beat this celestial master and apprentice. If Uncle Liu is like that rampant general You were also twisted and beaten, and in the future, you will not want to look good with the Liuxians."

The cultivation system of Chuma Xianyi is extremely rare in the entire alien world. They don't practice sex or skills, and they specialize in acupoints.

The size of this acupoint does not greatly improve itself, it is equivalent to a container in the body to accommodate the power of the immortal family, the bigger the acupoint is cultivated, the stronger the immortal family will be, and the more immortal family will be able to exert almost The strength of the body.

"Yeah, I'm definitely not going!" Guan Shihua said hastily.

"Shi Hua'er, if you don't go up, then I won't go up either." The little fat man Wang Ai leaned forward and said cheekily.

Seeing how weak and cowardly you look, Guan Shihua complained in her heart, gave Wang Ai a big roll of her eyes, ignored him, and concentrated on watching the situation on the field.

On the field, Zhang Zhiwei held the big snake with one hand behind his back, and swept the big snake with the other, and all the rampant soldiers who would commit crimes in the future were sent flying.

After pumping for a few rounds, Zhang Zhiwei felt that the snake was not easy to use, so he shook his hand violently, and a cold golden light over ten meters long shot out.

It directly smashed the snake into pieces and turned it into a cloud of clear air.

Zhang Zhiwei shook his hands and said, "It seems that the strength of the heavenly soldier you invited is not very good!"

"Senior Brother Zhang is joking, my strength is shallow and my means are limited, the only heavenly soldiers I can hire are at this level, or, Senior Brother Zhang invites a heavenly soldier from the altar to show me, so that I can palm my eyes too?" Feng Tianyang said with a smile .

"That depends on your ability!"

After all, Zhang Zhiwei strode towards Feng Tianyang. The rampant soldiers were nothing more than that, and he had lost interest.

Under the yaksha-like Nuo mask, Feng Tianyang's face turned cold, and he quietly squeezed a magic weapon, and then his throat trembled, as if he was trying to swallow something.

At this moment, he bowed his back, spread his hands, and leaned over the altar, looking a little funny. On his face, the fangs on the Nuo mask squirmed slightly, making him even more weird and terrifying.