Peck of Rice Immortal Fate

Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 185

2020-11-16

Chapter 185 Hu Seng is savage

First Stage, Mount Huang retreats to pine bamboo, and fights against Hu Seng in the Western Regions.

In the center of Arhat Ting, a large circle is circled with cobblestones as a fighting field, and both of them stand in the circle.

This monk has a strange appearance, with eyes like a cat, with thick hair on his head, the same color as his beard, all red as flames.

He emphasized that it was weird, and it was wrong to bite his tongue and flatten his tongue when he spoke, which made people sound uncomfortable.

"You Taoist priest, hurry up and admit defeat, or I will kill you!"

When these words came out, it was not only a matter of discipline and the others, but even his original The camp's warning, all frowned.

This fight is essentially a same sect contest, not an enemy of life and death.

It's nothing more than a fight to win.

“Who did you invite?”

Jiekong stared at the thin and tall Jieping with a pair of phoenix eyes. This monk Hu was the foreign aid he invited.

"Hu Seng is from Barbarian Desolate Land and doesn't know the rules, but he is very tough and can help us win a game!"

Jieping is a little embarrassed. Among the three foreign aids, Only monk Hu was invited by him.

"It's better!"

In the arena, the Taoist priest Songzhu smiled nodded, "If you are peaceful and rich, why work hard?"

Hu Seng ignored him. , lifted the fiery-red cloak with his backhand, and sparked a lot of sparks in the crash-bang air.

"Not good!"

Seeing the ferocious approach, the Taoist priest Songzhu took out a stick of dry cigarettes from his waist, filled the cigarette pot with shredded tobacco, and began to smoke.

"When is this all going to end?"

Martial law didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Lu Dahan saw the clue, "Dry tobacco is a Magical Artifact, and shredded tobacco is a secret medicine. He is using his unique spell!"

Hu Seng grabbed the cloak and shook. Blowing up, he threw it a few times in front of him, and the flames burned immediately.

The skin was sore from the fire, and even a few people outside the circle could perceive the terrifying high temperature of the flame.

The sandy ground under my feet, which was wet at first, has become dry after being scorched by the fire.

"The fire is the messenger of light!"

"Can burn all the sins of the world."

"Taoist, be punished!"

Hu Seng shouted, and the whole cloak flew up, instantly turning into a large cloud of fire, covering the top of the pine bamboo.

The eyes were full of fire and smoke, the lake water around Arhat Ting was bubbling with grilled gu gu, and many small fish and shrimp turned their stomachs on the spot.

At this time, Shochiku took a few puffs of cigarettes with a cigarette stick in his mouth, but they were all suffocated in his stomach.

Seeing the fire cloud falling, Songzhu suddenly opened his mouth, as if spitting out a large cloud of auspiciousness, it floated upwards into the sky.

Next moment, the cloud of fire falls, enveloped in smoke.

Huh, the flames that filled the sky above Arhat Ting were disappeared in an instant, leaving no trace at all.

The high temperature in the air has faded sharply, returning to the normal post-autumn coolness.

Hu Seng's eyes widened, "How is that possible?"

He refused to believe it, and he tore off two rubies from the robe on his chest and popped them out at the pine bamboo.

This is not an ordinary ruby, it is a specially refined Fire Essence crystal, which contains compressed raging fire, once it bursts, it is enough to cover the entire Arhat.

Songzhu took a few puffs of dry smoke and was about to wrap the ruby.

“My means are more than that?”

Hu Seng raised his index and middle fingers, pointing at the two rubies.

sou sou , the two gems turned sharply, dodging the entanglement of smoke, and flew towards the back of Songzhu's head.

"Master be careful!"

Dao Child hundred zhang couldn't help but speak.

At this time, Songzhu erected a dry tobacco pole and moved towards the back of his head and tapped a few times.

A wisp of smoke rose, entangled the two rubies, and disappeared instantly.

Things have come to this point, and the fighting between the two is quite satisfactory.

But then, the style of painting suddenly changed.

Hu Seng suddenly pulled out a saber and slashed at his arm.

"This monk, is it because he has lost his mind and started to mutilate himself?"

The martial law was interesting to see, and he laughed while taking pleasure in other people's misfortune.

Jie Xing's face was stern, "It's not that simple, watch it patiently!"

With a sharp blade, moved towards Hu Seng's arm fell, but there was no trace of blood.

Hu Seng's arm was unscathed, on the contrary, it was Songzhu, who was on the opposite side, holding the dry tobacco pole, and sparks burst forth and started to burn.

Not good!

Songzhu could see that Seng Hu had used some kind of weird technique to transfer the damage to himself.

However, after reading the spells I know several times, how can there be such a thing that leaves no trace?

"The western spell is really strange!"

Songzhu exhaled a large cloud of smoke, covering the burning arm, blocking the opponent's spell attack.

Hu Senghehe said, "Your ability is good, but you can beat me a few times!"

After he finished speaking, he raised the blade again and slashed at his arm.

At the same time, the flames on Songzhu's arms suddenly broke through smoke, burning the skin to the point of rotten flesh, and he could no longer hold the dry tobacco rod in his hand.

"Not good!"

Songzhu finally couldn't hold it anymore, screamed in pain, and his skeleton was cracking in pain.

"Medium!"

Hu Seng opened his mouth abruptly, and fell down with all his strength, followed by a clanging sound, and the dry tobacco pole in Songzhu's hand fell to the ground.

As soon as this Magical Artifact hit the ground, a head popped out of the sand, stretched out its tongue and burrowed into the ground.

Songzhu pinched his fingers and chanted the mantra, and chanted twice to his arm, the flame went out, and he finally calmed down.

A raised line floats on the surface of the sand and eventually extends to the foot of Hussen.

The ground was drilled, and a nimble lizard flew into Hu Seng's arms with a dry tobacco stick in its mouth.

"Mu Sen, my good child, grab this treasure for me!"

Hu Seng grabbed Pine Bamboo's cigarette rod, already winning.

Songzhu on the opposite side was very annoyed. He only realized at this moment that what Hu Seng used was still the first-class Illusion Technique, but it was a clever technique that made him deceived just now.

But now it's too late to come back to his senses.

The dry tobacco stick is the Magical Artifact of his spellcasting, which has already fallen into the hands of Hu Seng.

Hu Seng was proud and pointed at the dry tobacco rod, "Your Magical Artifact from Central Plains is too petite, how can you use such a poor appearance."

"Our treasure, Not a crown inlaid with gems, but a scepter that symbolizes authority!"

"You are only worthy of burning fire!"

This sentence is extremely arrogant. .

Virtue and martial law are both angry, this monk is too rude, even if he wins the battle, he can't be like this.

Besides, Shochiku hasn't given up yet!

"This, Fellow Daoist, what you said is not without reason!"

Songzhu's clothes softened, and he stretched out his hands and said, "Just, can you return the Magical Artifact to me first?"

This Taoist priest, began to nag, "It's not easy for me here, refining a decent Magical Artifact, and scraping the family property accumulated by generations!"

" It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, the important thing is that people are fine."

"If you are willing to exchange Magical Artifact with us, everything is negotiable!"

Hu monk laughed heartily, "so , are you going to admit defeat?"

Songzhu's smile froze, and he rubbed his hands in embarrassment, "It's too unreasonable to be entrusted, don't pretend, and admit defeat after a few rounds."

"Otherwise, Fellow Daoist will return the Magical Artifact to me first, and let's do a few more rounds."

"Don't worry, I am the most trustworthy, and I will definitely make you satisfied!"

When Hu Seng saw his frivolous appearance, he laughed angrily, "Do you take me for a fool?"

"How do you know?"

Songzhu quickly covered his mouth, a look The appearance of 'exposing the stuffing'.

The onlookers burst into laughter.

(end of this chapter)