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Imperial Master Dong Yan was horrified and quickly mobilized the remaining true energy in his body to form a solid black shield between his palms.
Ge Bai, Dun Wu. Silver Ge is pure snow white, Xuan Dun is dark black. One black and one white intersect without making a single sound. The silver light shines brightly, and the black color flashes sharply. Black and white are intertwined in the gold-inlaid palace. Everyone
It was like entering a place where day and night were indistinguishable. It was pitch black and invisible for a while, and it was so bright that it stung my eyes.
Accompanied by everyone's panic, a moment later the black shield in front of Imperial Master Dong Yan's palm was mottled, and then his face turned red, he shouted violently, his palms flew towards Silver Ge, and he suddenly hit him with force.
He deflected it by a few points, turned around, and fell to the ground in an instant.
There was a crisp sound of "pop", and when it landed, the shield in Master Dong Yan's hand was shattered into pieces, turning into black spots and dissipating. The silver gun in the air also looked like its power was greatly damaged, with cracks appearing on it, and it was no longer radiant.
Shooting look.
After landing safely, Imperial Master Dong Yan took a deep breath, and then looked at Silver Ge, only to see that after a pause, it continued to move, and in an instant it shot down from mid-air, with a "clang" sound as it was nailed to the old emperor's palace.
On the jade ground three inches in front of the case.
"Humph." Suddenly a cold snort came out of Lang Fei's mouth, and then he raised his hand and picked up another talisman. The Imperial Master Dongyan was startled when he heard the sound, and hurriedly cheered up, forcing out the few true thoughts left in his body.
Yuan was on alert.
"Two...two immortals, please stop for now and...just listen to me."
The two of them looked towards the old emperor in the palace, only to see him leaning on the armrest of the dragon chair, standing unsteadily on his trembling legs, his teeth trembling, looking at the two of them with a frightened expression.
"You two, how about... how about going to compete outside the palace? This... this thing really scares me to death." The old emperor pointed at Yin Ge in front of the imperial case and said.
As soon as he finished speaking, as if God was deliberately playing tricks on him, there was a "bang" sound, and Yin Ge turned into light and dissipated in the blink of an eye. Such a surprise actually made the old emperor sit back on the dragon throne in fright, and then
Difficulty getting up.
When the two saw this, they looked at each other, and each of them stopped fighting in desperation.
Lang Fei glanced at the frightened old emperor, turned around and said, "Master Dong Yan? What do you have to say about the difference between victory and defeat?"
Imperial Master Dong Yan's face turned red, he hesitated for a moment, and said: "You and I are at the height of the battle. The outcome should be undecided. How could I have frightened His Majesty?"
"You're so shameless, old guy. Even though I know you've been a coward, you still keep saying that the outcome is still unclear." Zhu Ganglie raised his lips and made a face to tease the old Taoist Yishan, when he suddenly heard Dong Yan's words.
After saying this, I couldn't help but turn around and laugh.
"Oh? Then let's listen to His Majesty's words, and let's compete after we leave the palace?" Lang Fei clapped the talisman in his hand and looked at Imperial Master Dong Yan with an indifferent expression.
"Well, it would be a bit indecent for you and I to compete outside the palace under the watchful eyes of the palace guards and eunuchs. How about we compete in a different way?" After pondering for a long time, Imperial Master Dong Yan suddenly said this.
Come on.
Lang Fei was stunned when he heard this and asked: "Change the comparison? How to compare? What to compare?"
"This..." While Imperial Master Dong Yan was deep in thought, a sudden shout came from beside him. "Master Dao can't bear it anymore. That damn fat man, Master Dao will have a fight with you. You won't be satisfied without a fight."
If you look for teeth on the ground, the Taoist mantra will be recited backwards."
Suddenly hearing the words said by the old Taoist Yishan who had been silent for a long time, everyone was stunned. They all turned their heads and looked back and forth between Zhu Ganglie and the old Taoist Yishan.
"Alas." The old emperor finally managed to catch his breath, sighed softly, and said, "Master Yishan, why do you have to interfere in this matter?"
"Your Majesty, this fat man has bullied me too much. He has been arranging the right and wrong of the ministers since just now, and he has not stopped for a moment. He bullies me like this. If I don't teach him a lesson today, it will be difficult for me to get rid of him.
I hope Your Majesty will fulfill the hatred in my heart."
"Tsk, tsk, old man, you finally spoke up, otherwise Master Zhu would have thought you were really dumb. Teach me a lesson? Okay, I'm really itchy. If you don't make me feel comfortable today, Master Zhu."
I’ll beat you until you have to go to the bedroom to find your teeth.”
After holding it in for a long time, the idiot finally caused some trouble. His fat face flushed with excitement, and his eyes were fixed on the old Taoist Yishan, wishing he could fight him immediately.
"Your Majesty, you see, this fat man really bullied me too much. I can't bear to swallow this."
The old emperor pondered for a moment, then turned his head and said to the stunned Imperial Master Dong Yan in the palace: "Imperial Master, what do you think about this matter?"
Imperial Master Dong Yan frowned when he heard this, thought for a moment, and suddenly turned to Lang Fei and said: "Boy, I haven't thought of a way for the two of us to fight for a while. Why don't we let them resolve the dispute first, and then we
How about comparing it again?"
Hearing this, Lang Fei smiled slightly and replied: "It doesn't matter, young master, as long as I don't delay the peace negotiation until tomorrow."
Seeing that what he said was categorical, Imperial Master Dong Yan could only nod his head with a wry smile, then turned to the old emperor and said, "Your Majesty, let them do it first."
The old emperor then said to the old Taoist Yishan: "Okay, Immortal Master, please be more careful. Don't be like the Imperial Master again and almost hurt me."
The old Taoist Yishan nodded, turned to Zhu Gang and said: "Fat man, show your weapons. The Taoist master will definitely teach you a lesson today."
Seeing the old Taoist walk into the hall in a few steps, rolling up his sleeves, looking impatient, the idiot said: "Wait a minute."
"What? Are you scared?"
"Joke." Zhu Ganglie stepped into the hall and waved his hand, but there was an extra rake.
The old Taoist who moved mountains was waiting to be on guard, but he saw his arms sank, and with a muffled shout, he rake the nail into the ground and make a false impression.
"Click, click... click." Seven voices sounded at the same time, and the rake head spurted out seven golden rays of light. In just the blink of an eye, seven cracks were made on the jade floor of the Jinxiang Palace.
"Hehe, this baby of mine has always been hard to retaliate with a single blow. Emperor, if I accidentally open a few holes in your belly later, you must not blame me."
"What a gold-encrusted palace, but you have suffered a lot today." Looking at the ground with holes and cracks, the old emperor was bleeding in his heart. Suddenly he heard the idiot's words, which made the old emperor tremble and hurriedly looked towards him.
The old Taoist Yishan shouted: "Stop it quickly, stop it quickly, you can either go to compete outside the palace, or just like the national master, change to a gentle competition."
"This..." Old Taoist Yishan was stunned when he heard the words. He carefully looked at the rake in Zhu Ganglie's hand and felt uneasy. He thought to himself: "Why do these two boys have such strange things in their hands? It looks like nothing."
The weapon is not a magic weapon, it looks like a weapon and it is more powerful than anything else. So, what kind of idiots are these two people?"
Master Yishan, like Master Dongyan, was just a casual cultivator. Fortunately, Master Dongyan got a low-level magic weapon from the Langhuan sect because of his grandson, but Taoist Yishan didn't have such luck.
Even now, he is still penniless, still using the broken magic sword passed down from his ancestors. In his eyes, magic weapons are all great treasures, let alone magic weapons. As the saying goes, fate plays tricks on people. At this moment, moving
Shan Laodao has been practicing all his life, and the treasure he only hears but cannot see its form is now in front of him, but he cannot recognize it.
"Old guy, your Taoist name is Yishan? But you are good at earth magic?" Taoist Yishan stared at the rake in his hand and was beating his drum in his heart. Hearing this, he nodded unconsciously and replied: "Exactly."
"Then how about we have a betting battle?"
The old Taoist Yishan was stunned when he heard the words, and then came back to his senses and said: "How do you explain this? What kind of competition is it?"
"Hey, let me take advantage of you. Master Zhu will stand here and let you attack with your favorite magic. If Master Zhu takes even half a step back, you will win. How about that?"
As soon as these words came out, one stone stirred up a thousand waves. It was already surprising that Lang Fei agreed to compete with the Dongyan Imperial Master, but he didn't want the fool to be more arrogant and directly throw out such cruel words in exchange for his cultivation in the Bone Realm.
If it weren't for the previous battle between Lang Fei and Dong Yan, the people on the other side would have thought that he suddenly suffered from heart failure and his brain was burned out.
"How? Do you dare or not?" Seeing Yishan Daoist stunned on the spot, Zhu Gang used a provocative method to force him to express his stance.