"Huh? Are you serving spirits, eating ghosts, and forcibly improving your cultivation for a short time?" Zhang Zhiwei saw through his actions at a glance.

"Senior Brother Zhang, be careful!"

After taking the spirit, Feng Tianyang’s voice became very unpleasant, as harsh as iron scraping against glass.

At the same time, a translucent soldier suddenly appeared behind Zhang Zhiwei, charging towards Zhang Zhiwei's undefended back!

Zhang Zhiwei suddenly turned around and raised his hand, pinched the head of this rampant soldier, and then tightened it with force, causing the pinched body to collapse and turn into a ball of turbid air.

But the strange turbid air did not disperse, but instead wrapped around Zhang Zhiwei like a gangrene attached to his bones.

"Senior Brother Zhang, I've been tricked. I'm a wizard. The wizard can do more than just summon spirits. I can also curse and kill you. Ignore your golden light and use curses that directly affect your life!"

"Huh?"

Zhang Zhiwei raised his eyebrows and felt a little uncomfortable. Then, dark red faces appeared one after another from his waist, hands, and back.

These grimacing faces are either wide-eyed with anger, or frowning and about to cry. Or they are sneering, which makes people feel cold all over.

The ghostly faces completely wrapped Zhang Zhiwei's tall body, and with a buzzing sound, pitch-black flames came out from the gaps between the ghostly faces, burning Zhang Zhiwei into a big torch.

"Hahahahaha..."

Under the ferocious Nuo wood mask, Feng Tianyang’s hoarse and ugly voice spread far and wide.

"Senior Brother Zhang, this voodoo fire burns people's blood from the inside out. I know that your life cultivation is so advanced that it won't be able to burn you out in just a short while."

"However, I invited five rampant soldiers and horses, five rampant and five rampant troops. Naturally, I have five groups. You only defeated one group before. Now, I summoned the other four groups to attack from inside and outside. Senior Brother Zhang, how should you deal with it?

?"

Saying that, Feng Tianyang danced again, holding the master's sword high above his head, and the blades struck and pulled.

The remaining generals appeared at the same time, leading their own troops to attack Zhang Zhiwei from all directions at the same time.

"Curse is such a sinister and treacherous method. It cannot be put on the table. A toad jumps on the instep and does not bite anyone. As for the rampant soldiers, they are not strong but there are many in number, it is really troublesome, then...

…Solve it all together!”

After saying that, Zhang Zhiwei raised his head, his eyes flashed with silver light, and his whole body was filled with lightning.

The thunder method is so powerful that it can conquer all evil spirits in the world. Those faces burning with cursed fire disappear in an instant under the thunder.

"The divine thunder comes out of Jiang Palace."

The next moment, blazing silver lightning intertwined and transformed into the image of an ape, jumping up from Zhang Zhiwei's body.

At the same time, outside the martial arts arena.

"Zizzizi..."

Some strange little sounds were heard from the crowd watching the battle. When they looked down, they saw clusters of tiny electric sparks popping up on their clothes due to static electricity.

"This is?"

Everyone is wondering.

The next moment.

"Boom!"

There was a loud thunder, and the sound was as loud as if someone was holding a gong and hitting it hard in the ear, which was deafening.

Immediately afterwards, brilliant white light filled the eyes, which was rolling thunder and raging flames.

At this moment, what I saw before my eyes was all the bright electric light; what I heard in my ears was all the deafening thunder.

And when the thunder passes by, no matter whether he is a rampant general, a law-breaking evil spirit, or any other little devil, he will be invincible and wiped out in an instant.

…………

After the silver light.

Feng Tianyang struggled to hold himself up. Just now, Zhang Zhiwei's Yang Wu Lei only aimed at the five rampant soldiers and horses on the field, and did not target Feng Tianyang.

After all, Zhang Zhiwei has now released the Heart Monkey, and the power of Yang Wu Lei has been further strengthened, but the control of details is even worse.

If it affected Feng Tianyang, Zhang Zhiwei couldn't guarantee not to kill him, so he didn't choose to attack him.

But even so, Feng Tianyang was seriously injured.

He is the host of the altar. Those five rampant soldiers and horses were invited by him through the practice of communicating with the Liangshan shamans. They were connected to his mind. As a result, they were suddenly chopped into ashes and wiped out. Of course, he felt uncomfortable and suffered the backlash.

Very miserable.

Feng Tianyang spit out a mouthful of blood, supported the altar table, struggled to stand up, and looked forward, only to see that the entire martial arts arena had been burned by thunder and fire.

In the middle of the martial arts arena, Zhang Zhiwei stood like a mountain, his body covered with a layer of golden light, his clothes undamaged, and there were still blazing white electric lights all around him.

In front of Nuo, Feng Tianyang had a bitter look on his face, and his heart was bleeding: "Thunder method? The Five Thunder Zhengfa of Tianshi Mansion is so fierce. The five rampant soldiers and horses in the temple have been enshrined for many years, and they have long been regarded as evil.

Evil ghosts are not defeated by lightning, but they are still struck by lightning and disappear."

"The loss this time is too great. I originally wanted to go up to the stage to show off my reputation and see the heavenly soldiers on the altar, but I didn't see the heavenly soldiers on the altar, and they were completely defeated. The incense and energy accumulated by these heavenly soldiers for many years were squandered, and I didn't want to use them again in the future.

This altar needs to be cultivated for at least several years!"

Asking a protector god to help you with your fists is different from asking a fairy to possess you to fight. The fairy is alive, and if you are beaten to death, you are really dead.

The Dharma Protector is originally dead. A trace of the true spirit exists in the sect's dharma lineage and is nourished by the power of faith. The image he uses when he appears is also composed of the power of faith.

Therefore, even if you die, as long as the Dharma lineage does not collapse and the power of faith is sufficient, you can still use it again.

In front of the altar, Feng Tianyangzheng's heart was bleeding, and suddenly an unknown feeling spread throughout his body.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Zhang Zhiwei extending his sleeve-rolled hand toward him and shaking it in vain.

The words to admit defeat were still stuck in my throat, but my body was swept by a strong force and flew over involuntarily.

"I, I, I..."

Feng Tianyang was like a drowning person. His limbs were thrashing around in the air, trying to find a point of strength, but it was all in vain. When his body fell to the ground, Zhang Zhiwei had already grabbed his neck and carried him like a little chicken.

Get up.

"Hey, Senior Brother Zhang, don't hit me, don't slap me in the face, I'll admit defeat, I'll admit defeat, I'll be convinced of my defeat!"

Feng Tianyang grabbed Zhang Zhiwei's hand and said quickly, fearing that he would be slapped into the ground like the Lu family jade.

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He is a wizard, and his physique is not as good as those two reckless men who practice martial arts. If he gets a hit, he will not be able to lie down for ten days and a half!

"Hey, Lu Ci, you're not alone anymore, there's another guy who was picked up like a chicken!"

Lu Jin touched Lu Ci's shoulder with his shoulder and said teasingly.

But Lu Ci didn't even look at him, he just stared at Zhang Zhiwei eagerly. The more he learned about Zhang Zhiwei, the deeper his admiration for Zhang Zhiwei became.

I even couldn't help but sigh in my heart, how wonderful it would be if such heroes were brothers of the same race, and I would be willing to be the front and back of the horse!

On the court, seeing Feng Tianyang admitting defeat, Zhang Zhiwei did not give him a slap in the face without mercy, and immediately let go of his hand.

"Concession!"

Feng Tianyang landed on the ground, adjusted his robe, took off his Nuo noodles, clasped his hands and said:

"I don't dare accept the offer. I am convinced of Senior Brother Zhang's strength. I have also benefited a lot from this competition. Thank you very much!"

After that, he turned around and left. He didn't ask for any guidance, and he didn't need any guidance. He already had his own way to go.

Although these rampant generals are large in number and not weak in strength, they are ultimately a mob. This is not what he wants. What he wants is to be able to control the power of the spirit like an arm and a finger, and even take it into his own body and grow stronger.

myself.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at Feng Tianyang's back thoughtfully. Unlike the people before him, he seemed to have a clear understanding of his own way. Is this the understanding of the first nine thieves of the Thirty-six Thieves?

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiwei looked at another thief in the field who had learned the Eight Magic Skills - Zheng Zibu.

Zheng Zibu was looking at Zhang Zhiwei. Their eyes met, and Zheng Zibu smiled shyly.

It is impossible for him to participate in this competition. The three sects of Fu Lu are of the same spirit and belong to the same lineage of Zhengyi sect. If he participates in this kind of situation, it will change the flavor.

This is also the reason why later generations of the Celestial Master’s Mansion held the Luotian Grand Ceremony, and all sects and sects went to participate in it. However, even with the magical skill of Tongtian Ru as a reward, the Shangqing Sect, Lingbao Sect and other major talisman sects did not participate.<

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You can’t mess with your own big brother!

Zhang Zhiwei naturally knew this, nodded with a smile, and continued to start the next discussion.

This martial arts performance became Zhang Zhiwei's personal show, which lasted from morning to midnight and ended with Mr. Lu's hearty laughter.

Afterwards, there was a formal banquet.
Chapter completed!