Xie Qingyun narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "How are you doing?"

Zhang Zerui looked directly at him and said with a sneer: "I like to compete with strong people the most, how about you and I have a match?"

This guy's aura is similar to mine, and cannot exceed the fourth level of spiritual aura at the highest level, but the jade pendant in his arms is faintly aura, and must have the ability to protect me. I would be at a disadvantage in a fight... Xie Qingyun pondered the opponent's intentions.

Tang Wanwan suddenly said: "With the delicious food in front of you, it's pointless to fight around, so why don't we drink together."

"Since Miss Wanwan said so..." Zhang Zerui immediately changed his face when facing the beauty, and his demeanor was graceful, "Then let it go, but Miss Wanwan has to have a drink with me."

Good boy, you dare to flirt with me in front of me, do you think I don't exist... Xie Qingyun smiled slightly and said: "There is no cultivator who doesn't compete with each other, it's just that we have to win or lose."

"How do you want to divide it?" Zhang Zerui looked at him and laughed.

"This is the Juyuan Pill. I believe fellow Taoist priests will recognize it." Xie Qingyun took out the pill and bottle given by Elder Zongzheng.

Zhang Zerui was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes showed greed. The material for this elixir is difficult to find and is quite expensive. It is usually used to attack the 14th and 15th levels of spiritual energy.

"I see."

He suppressed his unexpected joy and took something with his backhand. It was the size of a palm, shaped like a green leaf, and could be seen glowing with spiritual light. "This is a flying magical weapon. If my fellow Taoist wins, I will give it to you."

Although the Yuan Ju Dan is precious, the flying magic weapon is also rare. There is not much difference in value between the two.

…

The two placed their bets on the dining table and came to an open space away from the dining table.

Tang Tanfu's eyes were far away, and he said in a manly voice: "Two immortals, our discussion is for the purpose of mutual improvement. Keep your eye on each other until the end, and don't damage this mere three-inch house of mine."

"Please." Zhang Zerui put his hands behind his hands, looking relaxed and carefree, waiting for Xie Qingyun to attack.

Good boy, wait until I beat you to the ground and see how you can pretend...

vigilance.

That’s not right!

This guy has come early and late, but at this time, he is holding a Hongmen Banquet in the middle of the day. What is the purpose of this?

And Tang Tanfu, don’t you have to work in the middle of the day? That’s all, a Fu Cheng is here. He is not a Qi practitioner and is only a subordinate official, so what qualifications do he have to attend?

etc!

Did I underestimate their methods too much?

Assuming that Lin Yi's death in the cave has been known to them, and assuming that they have deduced that the body was destroyed by the Qi Refiner's fire spell, can they think that this sparring was premeditated? Assuming that they are testing me,

If I use "Spark" again, won't I be inviting trouble to myself?

Thinking of this, Xie Qingyun was frightened for a while, and a large amount of cold sweat broke out on his back.

It's a bit tricky since "Spark" doesn't work.

"Why don't you take action, fellow Daoist Xie?" Zhang Zerui was getting impatient with the waiting.

Xie Qingyun had a calm expression on his face, and said with a smile: "I'm just afraid that once I take action, my fellow Taoist will never have a chance to take action again."

"You are arrogant!" Zhang Zerui was furious. He immediately folded his hands and made an inverted sign of mountains and rivers. Qi surged around his body, as if a strong wind was rising from the ground, stirring up a lot of sand and dust.

Xie Qingyun was keenly aware that the gravel contained a great threat, and his mana flowed through his body. He threw himself to the side to avoid the large amount of sand and dust, and saw that the wall behind him was beaten into a sieve. He kicked off his feet and jumped from the side like a cheetah.

He ran towards Zhang Zerui.

"Warrior?" Seeing his neat skills, Li Shuxia was a little surprised and hurriedly sent a message to Zhang Zerui, "Don't let him get close."

Zhang Zerui's heart moved, he moved his fingers, twisted a human-shaped talisman from his arms, and threw it on the open ground. He used the fingers of his sword as a guide and said "ji", and the human-shaped talisman immediately burned.

Xie Qingyun, who was running quickly, felt a slight vibration in the earth. He saw the ground in front of Zhang Zerui rise up, and in a moment, a majestic stone puppet more than nine feet tall was formed. Its chest was beating like a drum, and its mouth was roaring. In two steps, it had already crossed him.

In front of me, a stone fist was about to hit me.

A strong wind blew towards his face, and Xie Qingyun's pupils shrank. He could not catch this punch, so he had no choice but to give up on Zhang Zerui and run away in the opposite direction.

Tang Wanwan looked worried: "What is this?"

Li Shuxia smiled and said: "This is a puppet technique. You must first draw the talisman, and then inject the ghost soul into it, and then supplement it with magic. This puppet has sanity, understands human speech, is invulnerable to swords and guns, and is invulnerable to water and fire. Immortal Xie may not be able to deal with it."

"Miss Wanwan, let's see what I can do." Zhang Zerui deliberately showed off. While instructing the stone puppet to chase Xie Qingyun, he also used the "Flying Dust Technique" to pursue and intercept him.

Xie Qingyun was in danger for a moment. He slapped his waist and the dagger disappeared.

The dagger attached to the "Flying Sword Technique" was unexpected. Zhang Zerui, who was casting the spell, was startled and barely managed to avoid it. Unexpectedly, the dagger circled in the air and chased him again. He had no choice but to recall the stone puppet that was chasing Xie Qingyun.

Tang Wanwan said happily: "It seems that Mr. Qingyun is still more skilled."

"Daggers with the 'Flying Sword Technique' are indeed rare." Li Shuxia said lightly, "However, this dagger cannot break the puppet's defense. At best, the two sides will be tied."

However, Xie Qingyun looked ugly and pointed at the puppet: "I heard just now that this puppet must have a ghost. How can that ghost be blamed?"

Li Shuxia smiled slightly and said: "What's the hindrance in killing a killable person? If my fellow Taoist can't bear it, he only needs to defeat the puppet and then send him to the 'Lunking King'."

In the old days, the person in charge of reincarnation was called the "King of Wheels", but now he is the master of the Blood Prison and Ghost Mansion.

The language contains mockery, probably meaning that no matter in the world or in the underworld, the weak cannot escape the fate of being enslaved.

Xie Qingyun confirmed two things from these words.

First, this Li Shuxia must also be a cultivator. He cannot see through his cultivation level and is probably not on the same level as him. Second, as long as he is inspired by this general and uses the "Spark of Fire" to defeat the puppet, this Fu Cheng

He will immediately take action to kill him.

"What if I'm broken?" He said coldly.

Li Shuxia's expression was dull and there was no trace of fireworks: "Then you win, and you take away the magic weapon."

Although Zhang Zerui had some complaints, he did not dare to say them.

"That's what you said!"

Xie Qingyun made a fierce move and immediately took out a yellow talisman with his parallel fingers. When he thought about it, the yellow talisman burned. In a moment, the air within a few feet radius surged rapidly, gurgling like running water, mixed with light particles of light gold, like

Lively ladybugs came one after another, and finally formed a big sword in the void.

"Golden Sword Technique?" Li Shuxia found that he was a little unsure about what kind of magic it was.

"Break it for me!"

Xie Qingyun gave a sharp shout and slapped the hilt of the sword with all his strength. The golden sword shot out and hit the puppet with a clang, sparks flying for a moment.

The puppet let out a low roar, and the dust shook off its body under the impact of the big sword. It was about to fall apart. Zhang Zerui suddenly squatted down, put his palms on the ground, and muttered something in his mouth. A large amount of dust rushed up to the puppet, and it actually covered its body.

Attached is a layer of armor.

In the end, the golden sword couldn't hold on any longer and turned into spiritual energy and collapsed.

Tang Wanwan was dejected.

Li Shuxia frowned in confusion: Is it really not him?

Zhang Zerui thought about the magical elixir he was about to get, and couldn't help but laugh and said: "Boy, when it comes to Taoism and practice, you are still shallow."

Xie Qingyun took a deep breath, rushed forward to the puppet, and punched the puppet's head. The fist was filled with flesh and bone, and blood spattered.

But listen to what he said word by word: "If you don't hear that every man is angry, blood will be splashed five steps away!"

The dust flew and the earth collapsed, and a few pebbles hit Zhang Zerui's face, along with a ball of hot blood, which made his smile freeze.

A transparent ghost floated in the void, bowed to Xie Qingyun and then disappeared.

There was silence for a long time.

Tang Wanwan's face felt cold, and she felt tears fall from her eyes.

…

Xiaoxuan, Xie Qingyun bared his teeth and cried out in pain.

While Tang Wanwan was applying medicine to his hand, she couldn't laugh or cry at the same time: "I wonder where your bravery just now went. A real husband is not like you."

"Scream if you feel pain," Xie Qingyun said seriously, "The louder the better. If you hold back, wouldn't you be annihilating your nature? The sages say that those who annihilate themselves are not as good as annihilating their lives."

"When did the saint say this? It's simply absurd." Tang Wanwan grimaced and couldn't help laughing.

When a beauty smiles, the room is filled with fragrance. Her curved eyebrows are like a painting, like green indigo in the distant mountains. She is both angry and happy, making people's hearts melt. It's true that all flowers are in full bloom, and the beauty can interpret her words day and night.

Xie Qingyun couldn't help but be fascinated by it, and blurted out: "Marrying a wife should be like Tang Wanwan."

Tang Wanwan was startled, then followed the "swiping" red clouds and suddenly ran away as if running away.

He accidentally said what was on his mind again... Xie Qingyun quickly chased her out: "Miss Wanwan, please slow down, be careful not to fall."
Chapter completed!