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

"Huh? You are serving spirits, eating ghosts, and forcibly improving your cultivation for a short time?" Zhang Zhiwei saw through his actions at a glance.

"Brother Zhang, be careful!"

After taking the spirit, Feng Tianyang's voice became very unpleasant, as piercing as iron scraping against glass.

At the same time, behind Zhang Zhiwei, a translucent rampant soldier suddenly appeared, charging towards Zhang Zhiwei's undefended back!

Zhang Zhiwei suddenly turned around and raised his hand, pinched the rampant soldier's head, and then tightened it tightly, causing the pinched body to collapse and turn into a cloud of turbid air.

But the strange cloud of turbid air did not disperse, instead it entangled Zhang Zhiwei like a gangrene.

"Senior Brother Zhang, you've been tricked. I'm a wizard. The wizard will not only invite spirits, but also curse and kill. Ignore your golden light and directly affect your life!"

"Um?"

Zhang Zhiwei raised his eyebrows, feeling a little uncomfortable, and then, one after another, dark red grimaces appeared from his waist, hands, and back.

These grimaces are either wide-eyed or frowning. Or sneer with eyebrows, making people feel cold all over.

The ghost faces completely wrapped Zhang Zhiwei's tall body, and with a buzzing sound, black flames came out from the gap between the ghost faces and burned Zhang Zhiwei into a big torch.

"Hahahahaha..."

Under the ferocious Nuo wood mask, Feng Tianyang's hoarse and ugly voice spread far away.

"Senior Brother Zhang, this voodoo fire is designed to burn people's blood from the inside out. I know that your life is so advanced that it won't burn out in a while."

"However, I invited five rampant soldiers and horses. Five rampant and five rampant. I naturally have five groups. You only defeated one route before. Now, I summoned the other four groups to attack from inside and outside. Brother Zhang, how should you deal with it?" ?”

As he said that, Feng Tianyang danced again, holding the teacher's knife high above his head, and the blades struck and pulled.

The remaining rampant generals showed up at the same time, leading their respective rampant soldiers, and attacked Zhang Zhiwei from all directions at the same time.

"Curse this kind of insidious and treacherous method, you can't get on the stage, the toad jumps on the instep, it doesn't bite people, that's all. As for the rampant soldiers, they are not strong, and there are a lot of them. It is really troublesome, then... ... Let's get rid of it together!"

After all, Zhang Zhiwei raised his head, his eyes glistened with silver light, and his whole body was filled with lightning.

The thunder method is fierce, and it specializes in overcoming all evil spirits in the world. Those ghost faces burning with cursed fire disappeared in an instant under the thunder.

"The thunder of the gods came out of the crimson palace."

The next moment, fiery silver lightning intertwined and turned into an ape image, jumping up from Zhang Zhiwei's body.

At the same time, outside the martial arts arena.

"Zizizi..."

There were some small and strange sounds from the crowd watching the battle. When they looked down, they saw clusters of small electric sparks rising from the clothes due to static electricity.

"This is?"

Everyone is wondering.

The next moment.

"Boom!"

There was a thunderous explosion, the loudness was as if someone was holding a copper gong and knocking hard in the ear, it was deafening.

Immediately afterwards, brilliant white light filled the eyes, which were tumbling thunderbolts and turbulent flames.

At this moment, what I saw in front of my eyes were all blazing lightning; what I heard in my ears was thunderous thunder.

Whereas Lei Ting passed by, no matter what he was, a rampant soldier, a law-breaking spirit, or any other little devil, he was instantly invincible and wiped out in ashes.

…………

After the silver light.

Feng Tianyang struggled to support himself. Just now, Zhang Zhiwei's Yang Wulei only aimed at the five rampant soldiers and horses on the field, and did not target Feng Tianyang.

After all, Zhang Zhiwei has now released Xin Yuan, and Yang Wulei's power has been further strengthened, but his control over the details is even more sluggish.

If Feng Tianyang was involved, Zhang Zhiwei couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't be hacked to death, so he didn't choose to attack him.

But even so, Feng Tianyang was seriously injured.

He is the host of the Dharma altar, and those five rampant soldiers and horses were all invited by him through his practice, communicating with the Liangshan witches, and connecting with his mind, but they were smashed to ashes and wiped out all at once. Of course, he felt uncomfortable, being backlash It's miserable.

Feng Tianyang spat out a mouthful of blood, supported the altar's altar, stood up with difficulty, and looked forward, only to see that the entire martial arts arena had been burned by thunder and fire.

In the middle of the martial arts arena, Zhang Zhiwei stood like a mountain, covered with a layer of golden light, his clothes were unscathed, and there were still white lightning intertwined all over his body.

Under Nuo's face, Feng Tianyang had a bitter expression on his face, and his heart was bleeding: "Is it thunder? The five thunders of Tianshi's mansion are so fierce. The five rampant soldiers and horses in the temple have been enshrined for many years, and they are not considered evil for a long time." Evil ghosts are not restrained by lightning, but they are still shattered by a thunderbolt."

"The loss this time is too great. I originally said that I would go to the stage to gain fame and see the heavenly soldiers on the altar, but I didn't see the heavenly soldiers on the altar, and they were defeated. The incense and vows accumulated by this heavenly soldier for many years were squandered. I want to use it later. This altar needs to be cultivated for several years at least!"

Asking the Dharma Protector to help with the fist is different from asking the immortal family to possess the body to fight. The immortal family is alive, and if they are killed, they are really dead.

The Dharma Protector God is originally dead, and a trace of true spirit exists in the sect's dharma lineage, nourished by the power of faith, and the image it uses when it appears is also composed of the power of faith.

So even if you die, as long as your dharma veins don't collapse and you have enough faith, you can use them again.

In front of the dharma altar, Fengtian Yangzheng was bleeding from the heart, and suddenly a sense of ominousness spread throughout his body.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand with the sleeve rolled up to him, and shook it empty-handed.

The words of admitting defeat were still stuck in his throat, and his body was swept by a strong force, and he flew over involuntarily.

"I, I, I..."

Feng Tianyang was like the drowning man, his limbs were scratching in the air for a while, trying to find a point of strength, but it was in vain. When his body fell to the ground, Zhang Zhiwei had already grabbed his neck and lifted him like a little chicken. stand up.

"Hey, Senior Brother Zhang, don't hit, don't hit, don't hit your face, I admit defeat, I admit defeat, I'm so convinced!"

Feng Tianyang grabbed Zhang Zhiwei's hand and said quickly, for fear that he would be slapped into the soil like being slapped by the Lu family's double jade.

He is a wizard, and his physique is not as good as those two reckless men who practice martial arts. If he gets hit, he will have to lie down for ten days and a half months!

"Hey, Lu Ci, you are not alone, there is another guy who was picked up like a chicken!"

Lu Jin touched Lu Ci's shoulder with his shoulder, and teased.

But Lu Ci didn't even look at him, but just stared at Zhang Zhiwei eagerly. The more he knew, the more he admired Zhang Zhiwei.

He even couldn't help sighing in his heart, it would be great if these heroes were his brothers of the same clan, but he is willing to be a horse and a horse!

On the field, Zhang Zhiwei didn't give up a slap when he saw Feng Tianyang who had surrendered, and let go of his hand directly.

"Concession!"

Feng Tianyang fell to the ground, tidied up his robes, took off the Nuo mask, clasped his hands and said:

"I don't dare to make concessions. Senior Brother Zhang is strong enough to convince me. I also benefited a lot from this competition, thank you!"

After all, he turned around and left the field. He didn't ask for any guidance, and he didn't need any guidance. He already knew how to walk in his own way.

Although these rampant soldiers are large in number and not weak in strength, they are a mob after all. This is not what he wants. What he wants is to fully grasp the power of the spirit, and even take it back into his own body to grow stronger. Own.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at Feng Tianyang's back thoughtfully. Unlike the previous people, he seemed to be very clear about his own way. Is this the understanding of the top nine thieves of the thirty-six thieves?

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiwei looked at Zheng Zibu, another thief who realized the Eight Wonders off the field.

Zheng Ziben was looking at Zhang Zhiwei, and when the two met, Zheng Zibu smiled shyly.

It is impossible for him to participate in this sparring. The three sects of talisman are connected with each other, and they belong to the same branch of the orthodox religion.

You can't mess with your own big brother, right?

Zhang Zhiwei naturally knew this, nodded with a smile, and continued to the next match.

This martial arts performance became Zhang Zhiwei's solo show, which lasted from the morning to the middle of the night, and ended with Mrs. Lu's hearty laugh.

Then came the formal banquet.

But this time, Zhang Zhiwei did not attend the banquet. After playing for a day, even he felt a little tired and needed a little rest. At the same time, he digested the gains and feelings of today one by one. After all, pointing others is also pointing himself.