Taoist chanting

Chapter 179 Raid, confrontation

Yue Anyan was wronged to lose two Liuguang crystal sands. She is such a well-behaved Kundao, she would never take part in Yun Qiuhe's unilateral bet.

A fist-sized small green bamboo woven round basket was hung on the waist, and a silver-threaded knife beetle coiled a small shiny crystal of soft spar, squatting motionless in the grass nest, as if in hibernation.

"The world is going downhill, meeting people is not nice, making friends carelessly, and knowing people badly!"

Regarding Yue Anyan's broken thoughts and sighs, Yun Qiuhe threw two crystal sands with a smile, and said: "Yue Anyan, why don't we make another bet, you still have a streamer crystal sand left, so you might as well lose to me. "

She "won" the bet and generously gave Yue Anyan the soft crystal stone as a favor.

Sisters love each other deeply, and it is purely a gift, no money is allowed.

Yue Anyan looked at the temple owner who was drinking tea, and suggested, "Our Taoist temple is too small to accommodate Yun Shangren, or we should fire her teacher, since she doesn't have a proper teaching of the Eight Classics anyway, she just takes her apprentices with her." They're fooling around."

Zhang Wenfeng thought for a while, then smiled and shook his head: "Fire Yun Shangren, half of our Taoist apprentices may run away tomorrow."

Yun Qiuhe laughed heartily, feeling better than winning Yue Anyan, the viewer just knows how to talk.

Yue Anyan had no choice but to admit defeat.

After dinner, send off Yunshangren who is reluctant to go back.

Three teaching masters led a group of apprentices with very different mental outlooks to the mountain to chant scriptures and cultivate their minds, and finished their evening classes.

There was a new moon in the night sky, and the three of them were sitting in the tea room of the West Hall, chatting about things.

Zhang Wenfeng briefly talked about his impressions and experiences of this four-day retreat, and summed it up in four words:

Calm down!

He can only provide some references lightly, how to practice is all in the personal accumulation of insights.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhang Wenfeng walked alone on the mountain path along the winding stream.

The sun came out and slanted through the branches, shining beautifully on the body.

The winter fog is thin, permeating the forest, and the shadows of the trees interweave and change under the sun, forming light paths of different depths.

In the shade of the ditch slope, there is unmelted residual snow, and the birds land on the branches or bushes, chirping.

The peace and wildness are like a picture scroll, and the birds are not surprised when people come.

Zhang Wenfeng was very relaxed physically and mentally, enjoying the coolness of the morning breeze.

He is not in a hurry to hurry, he is in a good mood, and he is full of beautiful scenery that can be put into poetry.

In front of him was a thick man dressed as a hunter, with his back turned to him, squatting on a rock by the side of the stream, holding water to drink, with a hunting fork, hunting bow, and a hanging of prey such as striped pheasants and hares beside him, and the water was splashing. .

Zhang Wenfeng stopped suddenly.

He has no hunting experience, and he can't see anything wrong with a distance of twenty or thirty feet.

That Orion didn't have the slightest hint of a monk's aura, and he looked at most like a martial artist in the early days of the Houtian Realm.

However, no matter how good the disguise was, the "Incense Copper Coin" tied to his right wrist kept vibrating to warn that a black witch would appear within thirty feet.

He used his spiritual eyes to look at Qi, scanned the surrounding places, and held the hilt of his sword on guard.

No matter how many cards you have, never take your wealth and life to lighten every danger you encounter.

He had just touched the cloth bag around his waist with his left hand, and before he took out the warning fireworks, the hunter who was drinking water was already holding a hunting fork, stepping on the rock with one foot, "Boom", the whole person soared into the air.

The water stains on his beard scattered all over the place. The thick man turned around in the air, shouted "go", and swung his arms. The hunting fork in his hand turned into a fierce cold light, roaring and breaking the peace and tranquility of the mountains and forests.

Twenty or thirty distances away, they are killed in an instant.

Zhang Wenfeng was in palpitations, the one who ambushed and attacked him was a second-level martial artist.

He drew his sword and backed away to the side, not daring to swing his sword directly to block the hunting fork that flew in the air and shot a stream of sparks, leaving only afterimages.

The strength and speed of this blow were beyond imagination.

He doesn't even need to try to know that he can't stop it with swordsmanship!Instead, it becomes passive.

I don't know what went wrong. A few days ago, he killed Wu Xiu to end the battle. He deliberately used the method Zhong Wenyong taught him to check his whole body carefully, and found no "mark of witch curse".

In the scene in front of him, the other party obviously grasped his movements and deliberately stopped him in advance.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a temporary encounter.

Without hesitation, he cast the magical power of "Green Light Reflection Curse". Following the silent recitation of the scriptures, he was flustered by the opponent's momentum, murderous intent, and hunting fork lock, and instantly calmed down, and the whole person fell into a state of extraordinarily calm.

Consciousness and perception are maximized.

He felt that he had flashed back behind a rough tree at the mouth of a bowl, and at the moment when the cold light hit the corner, the blade of the sword in his hand stabbed obliquely and clang.

"Dang", the arm shook violently, and the Bizhu sword swung away.

He seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and took small steps back and forth to quickly avoid the protruding rocks and obstructing bushes on the ground, and to resolve the impact of the huge force of the collision with the hunting fork.

The second-order martial artist is too powerful.

He didn't even have time to take out the firework report, the man shouted loudly, followed him like a shadow, reached out his hand to catch the hunting fork that was knocked off the tree by him in the wrong direction, waved his hand unreasonably, and the hunting fork smashed horizontally, "bang bang click" several times There was a continuous sound, and several tree trunks broke, and they all fell down in the direction of his retreat.

A large piece of the messy tree trunk fell down, seriously affecting the speed of Zhang Wenfeng, who could not fly.

He raised his left arm, and calmly shouted at the strong Wu Wu Zhe who rushed from the air: "Stab!"

The supernatural power of the "Hundred Turns and Thousand Returns Curse" was cast after the scriptures were finished, countless blue lights turned into spikes, and shot from several directions. Seeing the cold disdain in the eyes of the strong man, he poured his Yuan Qi into the law enforcement guard bound by his left hand. wristband.

Three wooden evil-killing thorns "Jiu Chiu" shot out, mixed among the green thorns.

The left hand gestured to wipe the black cloth bag again, and scattered a handful of beans mixed with bramble and wire vines around.

In just a short moment, he tried his best to force him, and there was no chance to be the first to send out the fireworks.

He swung his sword and dashed left and right through the gaps in the fallen trees, escaping extremely fast.

The man completely ignored the astonishing number of green thorns, and slapped two of them flying away with a slap. He went on a rampage, and all the close-up attacks were swung away by the invisible protection around him.

"Bang bang bang", the blue light shot looked spectacular, but it didn't stop the man for a moment.

The difference in strength was too great, even if he could use his supernatural powers without anyone noticing, he still couldn't stop him from breaking through ten sessions. Zhang Wenfeng kept running back and forth, not daring to pause, his thinking and reaction were three points better than usual.

The stout man broke through three layers of green thorns in a row, his figure suddenly rose above the tree top, and he flew condescendingly, trying to deal with it with one blow. The man suddenly turned around in the air, and slapped a flashing dark red cold light with his left hand.

The cold light flashed away from his palm more than a foot away, and then flashed again, circling around and attacking the strong man's neck from the side.

Light as nothing, agile as a whirlwind.

"Flying Sword!"

The strong man didn't dare to be negligent, he stretched out his left hand and grabbed it suddenly, the cold light was as slippery as a living thing, and passed by the side ahead of time.

Zhang Wenfeng finally got a chance to catch his breath, and quickly took out the fireworks and threw them into the air. Following three loud noises, the wild animals in the nearby mountains and forests scattered like birds and beasts in fright. go.

As long as you persist for a while, rescue in the city will come.

He didn't dare to let that man get close. No matter how good his swordsmanship was, he didn't have the confidence to block the punch of a second-level martial artist. He could only use the flying sword at the bottom of the box, and his spiritual sense controlled the circle to harass him, trying to delay the time as much as possible.

The strong man turned around angrily, shot again with the hunting fork in his hand, and threw it fiercely at the Taoist priest twenty feet away.

He didn't expect a little Taoist priest in the state of transforming energy to find a new way to practice the flying sword, and it was so sharp and powerful that he had to separate out the small and exquisite flying sword that made no sound.

The hunting fork turned into a stream of flames, smashing all the trees blocking the way.

Trees were falling, making a sound like mountains and seas, all the way to crush Zhang Wenfeng who was fleeing, among which the sharp cold light from the hunting fork was the most deadly.

Zhang Wenfeng was extremely calm, flashing left and right.

On the edge of life and death, running like cats and raccoons among the trees.

The more critical the time is, the less he can panic. He is in the "quiet" state of mind when he casts the "Blue Light Reflecting Curse", and he doesn't know how long he can manage it. The strength is stimulated to the maximum.

He used three things in one mind, controlling the mahogany little sword to stay close to the man who was chasing after him.

Taking the time to throw a talisman into the air with his backhand.

The Wooden Thorn Talisman, the Transparent Talisman, and the Shocking Thunder Talisman all exploded in the sky above the forest like celestial maidens.

The light is dazzling, not just one, but three small suns suddenly brighten at the same time, shining white within fifty feet, the thunder light is like a sharp arrow swimming around a snake, it wraps around the face in an instant, protects the face with hands, and the speed is stagnant Wu Wuzhe man.

Thunder and lightning flashed and crackled.

The wooden thorn talisman is an addition to disturbing the breath and increasing the interference, and the screaming sound continues.

A dark red and cold light flashed in the blazing white, turned a corner, and hit the back of the man's neck from behind like a breeze.

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(End of this chapter)