But I could hear a tiger roar from the clear air. As the saying goes, Yun Conglong and Feng Conghu. Tiger is the king of all beasts, also known as Shanjun. Its natural magical powers are not comparable to ordinary beasts.

Hua Ziqi was the black tiger-forming spirit who practiced in ancient times. The tiger roar just now was his attack method when he was attacking the enemy.

This roar caused a violent sound wave in the air and rushed towards him with a strong wind.

The twelve friends in Wushan saw the danger. Deng Longer stood up and turned into a true form, and also gathered magic power to chant. If this dragon roar was placed on the real dragon, it would still have some momentum, but Deng Longer was just a dragon. Although it was similar to Huaziqi in Taoism, it was far inferior to that in magic power.

The sound of dragon roaring and tiger roaring opens the clear air, and a Taoist riding on the black tiger appears from the clouds. The Taoist smiled and said to himself:

"In the second year of visiting Dongdu, I was tired of tricks and tricks; the savages were not full of fishy food, and they were not full of vegetables. Isn't there no green rice that made me look good; I had no great medicine, and the mountains and forests were like sweeping. Li Hou Jin's Guyan got out of trouble; there was also Liang Songyou, and Fang Qi picked up Yao grass."

This poem was presented to the poet Li Bai in the past. In the three years of Tianbao, Du Fu met Li Bai, who was worshipped by Hanlin in the eastern capital Luoyang, and wrote a poem to tell him. He was tired of speculation and could not eat any wine or meat in the big city. He wanted to learn from immortals and seek Taoism, and ate green rice like Taoism to prolong his life.

But you have to make a lot of money to refine alchemy, and you can’t learn to learn immortals. Unlike you, Li Hanlin, who is a Kinmen Caiyan, who escapes from earthly affairs and does not serve the powerful and wealthy, collects herbs in the mountains and forests all day long to find immortals.

The first eight sentences are self-described and detailed; the last four sentences describe Li Bai, and the reverse is omitted. The so-called translation of the main and the guest is the same.

This Qingjing Rice is the treasure of Luofu Mountain. I don’t know when I heard this poem from the human world, and I took it with my hands to quote it and recite it. After he finished reciting a short poem, he had already used his mysterious skills silently and suddenly burst out the clear energy and ignite the battle of his body. It was like a silver-white sun floating above the clouds.

Deng Long'er broke through Huaziqi's tiger roar, and it seemed relaxed and had already tried all the solutions. At this time, sweat had already oozed out of his forehead. Fortunately, several other brothers and sisters secretly reached out and input the true magic power behind them. They were able to stand firm just now. Looking at Mr. Qingjing, he asked in surprise: "Which master is the master, why is it blocking me and Yuntou?"

Mr. Qingjing laughed from afar, pushed away the clouds and mist and showed the green mountains under his feet, and said, "Hahaha, here is the gate where I sleep. Look at you, the group of demons, fly around on my head. Isn't this coming to subdue demons?"

Although these twelve friends in Wushan have achieved enlightenment, they have never regarded themselves as monsters. If possible, they really want to find a position in the heavenly court.

Therefore, after hearing Mr. Qingjing's words, Song Luanzi became furious and shouted: "We are real people who practice on Wushan. You Taoist priests are unreasonable. Why do you say that we are demons?"

Cui Pingxian nodded slightly after hearing this, and suddenly changed her mind and asked, "Brothers, have you ever heard of any amazing ancient immortal living here in seclusion?"

The goddess Wangxia shook her head and said, "How can I know this? But I recognize that Luofu Mountain is below. I have never heard of any masters in the fairy world setting up a temple here."

Kong Fangsheng took out three copper coins from his sleeve, turned them around in his palm, and then sighed: "The person who comes is not good. If the good one does not come, it seems that this Taoist priest came for our twelve friends in Wushan."

Mr. Qingjing raised his head from the back of the black tiger, and his eyes suddenly opened, and he could see a flash of light flashing in his pupils. He swept and measured the bodies of the twelve friends in Wushan one by one. He raised his head and laughed: "A dragon, a phoenix, and a group of beasts, aren't demons but what?"

After hearing this, the twelve friends in Wushan all had anger on their faces, and Juhe Zhenren sighed and said, "It seems that I'm really right to tell you. We'd better prepare and prepare to fight."

Deng Longer glanced at Mr. Qingjing, signed up and asked, "I am Deng Longer of Wushan, who is fellow Taoist?"

Mr. Qingjing laughed and said, "You are so boring. If you want to hit me, I want to hit you too. Why are you talking about this nonsense?"

Fei Fengxian frowned and secretly sent a message to other brothers and sisters, saying, "This Taoist priest came very strange, but I have never heard of any god in the Heavenly Court in Luofu Mountain. We, the twelve friends in Wushan, wouldn't be afraid of him alone when we joined forces, right?"

She used the divine sense to transmit voice, but the Qingjing on the opposite side nodded seriously, and pointed and calculated: "One, two, three... You have twelve Taiyi Immortals in total. Are you still afraid of me alone? There is no reason, no reason!"

Fei Fengxian was shocked. Unexpectedly, he had actually eavesdropped on this Taoist's words. Such magical powers were really terrifying.

Their twelve friends in Wushan have been practicing together for a long time, and they have already communicated with each other's hearts. Feifengxian was frightened by the altar envoy over there, but he could sense it. He had no choice but to break this stalemate by him.

I saw the old pig spitting out two mouthfuls of spitting in his hand, and a nine-toothed rake shook against the wind. This rake was made of imitating the appearance of Marshal Tianpeng Zhu Bajie back then. As soon as the rake was up, nine holes would be opened.

When Mr. Qingjing saw it, he was not panicked. Instead, he laughed and said, "Good, good!" But when he saw a black light flashing in his hand, two iron whips are now in his hand, and his arms are waving like a dragon going out to sea.

He whips held the rake of the envoy of the altar, the sword of the Dragon Dragon, and the golden needle of the fairy. This whip technique was also passed down from the true king of Xuantan, Marshal Zhao Gongming, who was flying and unpredictable, but he sold a flaw and hit the three monsters one by one in the iron whip.

The Wushan brothers there saw something wrong and rushed up. Mr. Qingjing felt a little pressure when he saw it. He didn't care about hiding his weakness. He shouted and suddenly saw thousands of clear lights on his body.

A golden rope floated in the clear light. Mr. Qingjing didn't bother with them, but sprayed the innate true energy on the rope. He whispered a mantra to point at the twelve friends in Wushan and scolded: "Take it down!"

The rope was ordered by Mr. Qingjing and received another mouthful of innate true energy to help him, and it immediately became agile like a living thing. Then it transformed into two, two, and three. In a blink of an eye, the sky was covered with this golden rope. Before those twelve friends in Wushan who were magical could react, they were tied up and taken down by the ropes in the sky. (To be continued...)
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