Taoist chanting

Chapter 881

A smile of unknown meaning appeared on the corner of Zhang Wenfeng's palm. A delicate peach blossom, a flame-shaped dark red treasure, and a small tortoise shield covered with runes appeared in Zhang Wenfeng's palm. Ling secluded environment.

Sharpening the knife is not the same as chopping wood, he and the three old demons asked for three protective treasures that don't take too much time to sacrifice.

He took out three rare black wood crystals, barely considered an exchange.

Before thinking about victory, before thinking about defeat, he had to think carefully for Junior Sister Zhu'er, facing the challenge of a sixth-rank monk, put his life first, and only then would he have the chance to have the last laugh.

A few days later, Yang Shuilan and Lu Zijin arrived, and the Yingbin Peak was quite lively.

Aside from their daily homework and meditation, the few of them didn't spend much time practicing. They sipped tea and chatted, or read books and painted, or sat alone in a daze, or just kept their hands on the bottle gourd like a son-in-law, and lived a relaxed and comfortable life every day.

Gao Leng also stayed at Yingbin Peak in the following days. Every day, he sorted out all the spies he received and handed them to the host for review, paying close attention to the movements of various forces in the Nanyuan Continent, especially Qiu Wen's every move.

There are some signs of imminent movement, but the top leaders of the various forces in the Nanyuan Continent are not stupid, there are undercurrents surging, and no one comes forward at this time.

More than two months passed quickly, and three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhao Zhu'er came out of the back mountain cave house where she was retreating.

"Junior Sister Zhu'er, you really want to kill me."

Lu Zijin tossed the wine gourd into the air, put it in the treasure, laughed, and opened his hands in an exaggerated pose to show intimacy.

Zhao Zhu'er fanned his nose with his hands, and said with a disgusted smile: "Junior brother Lu, you stink of alcohol, get up, don't get in my way." Pushing away Lu Zijin, who was as funny as an iron tower, he greeted Yang Shuilan and You Mengchang, Looking at the temple master at the back, he smiled and said, "Master, Mr. Qiu bullied me, what do you think?"

Lu Zijin looked hurt, and muttered, "Being one more than another, Junior Sister Zhu'er, you are biased."

Guanzhu Zhang took out three treasures and handed them to Zhao Zhu'er, "This is a protective treasure that I begged from three sixth-level monsters in the secret territory. You and Fang Bailan hurry up and sacrifice it."

He didn't need to say how to do it, Zhu'er already had a plan in mind.

Zhao Zhu'er held the peach blossoms, and smiled so that her eyes were like crescent buds, "It's so beautiful, I saw Xiao Ni'er and Leng Xiang wearing this on their heads before, thank you for your trouble."

"My family doesn't say different things, thank you whatever you want, it's all right."

Lu Zijin rushes to answer for the viewer.

He was heartless and really didn't take Qiu Wen seriously. In his mind, since that Qiu Wen didn't follow the rules of the rivers and lakes and bullied the fifth level with the sixth level, it's no wonder they fought in groups. It's impossible to fight alone. Yes, who told them that they are numerous and powerful.

Zhao Zhu'er smiled and stretched out his hand to the big black man's chest, "Junior brother Lu, don't just talk cheap, bring it with sincerity, just do what the shopkeeper said."

"Three kinds of six-level protective treasures, even if you sell me, you won't be able to get them back."

Lu Zijin really prepared a protective treasure for Zhu'er, but now that he can't get it out, he won't make a fool of himself.

After chatting and laughing for a while, Zhao Zhu'er took the three treasures from the temple master and went back to the cave.

She has also prepared protective measures herself, but there is no such thing as a sixth-order treasure.

Lu Zijin watched Zhu'er's back fly away, with a trace of worry on his face, turned around and walked up to old man You who was smiling and silent, and said in a low voice: "Master You, please move your hands Let me help Junior Sister Zhu'er do the math, what's wrong with this trip?"

If Zhu'er made a mistake, it would be too late to kill that old Qiu.

"Don't worry, the hexagram of great auspiciousness."

You Mengchang opened his mouth and came.

Luzi searched for a long time to find out the Sanwen Guajin, and handed it to the old man, "I accept your good words."

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Mid-Autumn Festival, Dongyue Daofang City.

Countless monks looked forward to the western sea, and a few of them received a summons and shouted, "Fellow Daoist Fang and the others are heading south, let's go."

"Let's go, follow up."

Many monks were divided into several groups, flying in front were fifth-rank monks such as Tu Kun and Rong Shuzhi, talking in a low voice, followed by countless fourth-rank and third-rank monks who came to watch the fun, most of them had nothing to do with themselves manner.

Not long after, they came to the sky above the sea area about three hundred miles away, and a hundred monks from the Nanyuan Continent on the opposite side also came.

An old man in a black robe with a goatee was standing alone in front of him. It was Qiu Wen who initiated this challenge, half-closed his eyes, and looked at the many fifth-level monks thirty miles away. There was no sound.

No one came forward to greet and salute, and the two sides were clearly separated.

"I'm coming."

Someone shouted excitedly in a low voice.

Dozens of people flew from the northwest, and the two women at the head were white skirts with tassels, sword sleeves fluttering, wearing veiled hats to hide their faces, and wearing long swords of the same style around their waists, making it hard to tell who was the real Fang Bailan .

Zhang Wenfeng greeted Lu Changyuan, Chen Qingqiao and others whom he had invited, and let Zhao Zhuer and Fang Bailan fly forward to confront the black-robed old man. On the way here, they had discussed several countermeasures via voice transmission, Luzi Jin didn't know what bad idea came up with Zhu'er's sound transmission, the two of them laughed and rattled in an evil style.

"Fang Bailan, let's say goodbye that day. You didn't expect that we would have a battle today, right? Haha, I have endured humiliation for more than a hundred years, in order to regain the dignity that was lost that day, and to give a belated explanation to Brother Qu, who lost your hand."

The old man in black robe stroked his goatee and smiled happily.

Teachers must be famous, and excuses can be found casually.

Many Nanyuan Continent monks who were more than ten miles away behind him cheered and clamored, just like the scene in the past, there were many people who praised the strong and stinky feet.

Fang Bailan stopped more than ten miles away from the other party, and said coldly: "Qiu Wen, as a sixth-level monk, you won't mind my junior sister joining forces with me, right?"

The old man in black robe took a few glances at the two women in the same attire, and said with a chuckle: "Back then, this Zhao Zhu'er lived and died with you. Today, of course, I want the beauty of an adult. Please! Pull out your sword. I won't advance this time!" Run a hundred miles away."

He still has a heart for Fang Bailan's words "I'll let you run a hundred miles first and then draw the sword" that made him lose face.

It doesn't matter to him if there is one more or one less, but it can also show his magnanimity.

At noon on the sun, the sea breeze was blowing.

You Mengchang ignored the other monks, and said to Lu Zijin beside him: "Old man Qiu should not be underestimated, he has hated Fang Bailan for more than a hundred years, you are always ready to take care of Zhao Zhuer."

The left hand tucked in his sleeve kept pinching, and at critical moments, he still used the methods of a warlock.

He knew that it was the invisible and subtle influence of the will of heaven, coupled with the obsession in Qiu Laoer's heart, which magnified certain emotions, and it became the face of this villain, which he couldn't see.

Lu Zijin looked serious, and replied via voice transmission: "Understood!"

As the conversation in the venue spread, Zhang Wenfeng also stopped greeting, and everyone stared at the old man who spoke wildly.

Fang Bailan suddenly said unexpectedly: "Qiu Wen, we admit defeat, and the title of number one in the world will be given to you."

There was an uproar from the crowd on both sides.

As for playing them, why didn't they admit defeat when Qiu Wen launched the challenge?
There was a confrontation scene with great fanfare, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, they suddenly gave up their face and admitted defeat, and everyone was confused.

Zhang Wenfeng's face also showed astonishment, Zhao Zhu'er did not discuss this matter with him in advance, he looked at Lu Zijin and You Mengchang who were alone on the side, he suspected that the two guys who pretended to be surprised conspired with the ghost's junior sister Zhu'er This one?
What kind of moth is this playing?

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(I want to finish this story with two chapters in one. I am worried that you will wait for a long time. Let me release one chapter first. I haven’t finished the next chapter.)
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