The pig-headed man said: "I want to see what you are capable of and whether you can let me let go of so many people. Do you dare to compete with me?"
Qi Luoer sneered: "You can be regarded as the little boss of the demon world. I am a low-ranking little guy who has not even stepped through the threshold of Ziyun Gate. Are you afraid of losing your status in a competition with me?"
The pig-headed man choked and seemed a little embarrassed: "I'll send someone to compete with you."
He said to a horse-faced man: "Go and compete with this girl."[
The horse-faced man agreed and walked out: "I am also a little boy in the devil world, let me compete with you."
"Is the literary competition better than the martial arts competition?" Qi Luoer asked.
The horse-faced man stretched his face longer: "What is Wenbi? What is Wubi?"
Qi Luoer secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It turns out that people in this demonic sect are similar to people in Jianghu, they are afraid of losing face...
She had already made a calculation in her mind at this moment, smiled, followed Wei Xiaobao's example and puffed up her chest and said: "Wenbi means you slap me three times, and I slap you three more times, and so on, until someone falls. I
When it hits you, you can't dodge, you can only get lucky. It's the same if you hit me. It's a simple martial arts competition. No matter the weapon, fists or feet, you can naturally dodge, parry, jump and move."
The horse-faced man frowned and said: "We are fighting between immortals and demons, how can we use ordinary people's fighting methods? The competition should be between immortal magic and Taoism..."
Qi Luoer curled his lips and said: "I am a disciple of Ziyun Sect who has not yet started. I haven't learned much about immortality and Taoism yet. I have only learned a little about drawing talismans and catching ghosts. How can I compare with you?"
The horse-faced man snorted: "Then it depends on your ability to draw talismans and catch ghosts!"
With a shake of his hand, countless black smoke appeared around him. In the black smoke, there seemed to be countless innocent souls wailing, slowly approaching Qiluo'er.
The voice of the horse-faced man came from behind the black smoke: "Within one stick of incense, if you can take away all these wronged souls, you will win, if not, you will lose. Our leader is not interested in the flesh and blood of incompetent people. If you lose,
, I don’t have to spare your life..."
Take them all away?!
Qi Luoer glanced at the innocent souls surrounding him and sweatdropped from the back of his head.
There are at least thirty of these wronged souls. They are all black and skinny as skeletons.