"Such an important thing has come so late." Lang Fei glanced at him, feeling unhappy and couldn't help scolding him.
The yellow-faced Taoist laughed dryly and hurriedly apologized, "The good teacher, uncle, learned that the disciple was frightened when he saw it was you, so he had to go to the junior fellow who is familiar with the talisman to get some talismans to use as a means."
After hearing this, Lang Fei chuckled lightly and said, "If you are frightened, why don't you just give up and admit defeat, and avoid this fight? There is no need to ask for any means."
The yellow-faced Taoist smiled bitterly and said: "Uncle Master, you also said that this matter is important. This disciple only has this chance in this life. How could he not think about it a little, how could he give up so easily? Besides, my disciple is higher than you in cultivation.
On the first floor, if I don’t give it a try, I won’t feel at ease.”
Lang Fei nodded, secretly approved, pulled out the steel blade from his bag, made a sword stance, and looked at the yellow-faced Taoist. "In that case, just attack with all your strength."
The yellow-faced Taoist had a solemn expression and stared at the steel blade in Lang Fei's hand. "Uncle Master, this disciple has been offended." After saying this, he pressed a red bag around his waist with his left hand and recited a few spells.
"Hiss." There was an unusual sound, and a red figure appeared in front of Lang Fei, with a long mane and fragrant hair, slender hooves, a wisp of jujube tail, a few plum blossom spots, eyes like torches, and smoke coming from his mouth and nose.
"What a flaming horse." Lang Fei praised secretly in his heart and thought more highly of the yellow-faced Taoist priest.
The battle between Lang and Fei was the focus of everyone's attention, and there was an uproar for a while. While they were surprised, they also secretly cheered, knowing that there would be something exciting to watch next.
Xue Ya still had a bit of worry on her face. Whenever Lang Fei fought, he would always be 70% worried and 30% confident. Seeing her like this, Yun Han could only comfort her: "Don't worry, that flaming horse is a fire spirit."
Beast, Brother Fei's steel blade is of the ice type, and it's the legacy of a great demon in the Qi Transformation Realm. It's powerful enough to judge, so please be patient."
Zhu Ganglie rubbed his belly and said, "He has a lot of tricks up his sleeve. Why are you worried about him? It only upsets your mood. Don't do such a stupid thing."
After Xue Ya listened to what the two said, she thought about it, smiled at the two, and turned her attention to fighting on the stage.
At this time, the two people on the stage had already exchanged hands. The yellow-faced Taoist ordered the flaming horses to attack Lang Fei from the left to the right, and the swords and fire were fierce.
Lang Fei has a cool head. If fire comes, he will activate the cold air on the steel edge to dissolve it. If a sword comes, he can dodge or fight without hesitation.
"Ping ping ping pong" has passed more than ten moves in the blink of an eye. Seeing the quarrel, the yellow-faced Taoist made a gesture and snorted coldly.
The flaming horse was smart, closed its mouth, blew out its nose, and two thick smoke spurted out from the hole. In the blink of an eye, most of the jade platform was covered, and the black smoke was billowing, making it impossible to see anything.
Everyone in the audience couldn't see what was going on inside, and they were all speculating and talking. Xue Ya and the other three were helpless. They could only prick up their ears and listen carefully to the sound. In the distance, the three veteran Taoists were sitting peacefully with their eyes closed, their spiritual thoughts intertwined on the battlefield.
Sensing the two people present.
"This smoke is so annoying." Lang Fei took out a silk scarf, soaked it in some water and covered his mouth and nose, and then he felt better.
"Whoa." Just when he took out a wind-drawing talisman and was about to sacrifice it, a sword shadow flashed with cold light and pierced straight from the fog. The sword was so fast that when he noticed it, it had already reached three inches in front of him.
place.
Lang Fei was horrified. He tilted his head and flashed. The sword light passed through and a few strands of black hair slipped. He hurriedly knocked the steel edge in his hand and put the long sword aside. Only then did he calm down and feel fear in his heart.
"Tap tap" was accompanied by the sound, and suddenly a circle of red light appeared in front of him. Lang Fei quickly stopped all distracting thoughts and raised an earthen wall talisman.
When a square of khaki took shape, there was a "boom", and a blazing flame hit it. The fire head was pulled up very high and soared into the sky. For a moment, the red flames and black smoke were intertwined. The heat wave was so overwhelming that it was impossible to see.
Lang Fei said he was unlucky, secretly thinking that he was too trusting, but the opponents he met did not have any soft persimmons. Could it be that they were plotted by those experienced people.
While he was thinking wildly, he heard the sound of wind behind him again. He was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head and stabbed the earth wall in front of him with another sword. Lang Fei could no longer think about how the yellow-faced Taoist priest could see
He cleared himself, drew back his sword, counterattacked with the sword that stabbed him, and struck back with his hand, forcing the Taoist back.
Then he hurriedly took out the wind talisman and threw it out. A strong wind blew by, the black smoke dissipated with the wind, and the vision gradually became clear.
The beast and the horse appeared. The horse was in front of Lang Fei, and the man was behind Lang Fei, trapping him in the middle. The Taoist's eyes were covered with cloth, and his mouth was also covered with a cotton towel.
The eyes are like two rubies, shining with red light.
It suddenly dawned on Lang Fei that he had heard someone say that there was a secret technique to control the pulse, which could connect the spirit beast with its owner's senses. He never expected that he would encounter it this time.
"Junior brother, that disciple should be your elite disciple of Yumai." Yun Yuzi squinted his eyes and looked at Tian Yuzi.
A trace of pride appeared on Tian Yuzi's face. "It's barely enough. I just remember giving him a few words once. He's quite a malleable talent."
Yun Yuzi couldn't see his face, so he smiled faintly and mocked back: "Unfortunately, he is unlucky. When he meets that ghost, it is only a matter of time before he loses."
Tian Yuzi's expression changed sharply, she glared at him fiercely, said nothing, and quietly watched the changes on the stage.
At this time, the two people on the stage were deadlocked again. The yellow-faced Taoist saw that he could not fly after several attempts, and he felt anxious. He looked at the flaming horse beside him, thought for a moment, and then put away the long sword in his hand and got on the horse.
Seeing his actions like this, Lang Fei was startled, secretly said something bad, jumped back, and hurriedly distanced himself.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, he heard a roar, and then a man came galloping forward. The horse's mouth was slightly opened, and streams of fiery red flames floated out from it, as if there was a circle of red clouds surrounding him, as fast as a shooting star.
, as fast as lightning, crashing towards him.
"Sure enough." Lang Fei saw this, hurriedly twisted his body, kicked his feet hard, and flew into the air like a goshawk, avoiding the collision.
When the yellow-faced Taoist saw that he was hit by the collision, he quickly urged the flaming horse to stop, turned around and hit him again.
Lang Fei couldn't find a way to deal with it, so he had no choice but to use Qinggong to fly up and down, trying his best to avoid the galloping horse. He was at a disadvantage for a while and had no ability to fight back.
Seeing this, Xue Ya held her two little hands together, opened and closed her little mouth lightly, and prayed silently. Yun Han clenched his hands tightly, with a solemn expression on his face. Zhu Ganglie wiped the sweat from his forehead and tried his best to look relaxed.
At this time, everyone could see that Lang Fei was in a precarious situation. If he was careless, he would be knocked off the platform and lose the fight.
The yellow-faced Taoist was slightly happy at this moment, thinking to himself that if he worked harder, he would be able to defeat Lang Fei. After thinking for a moment, he took the long sword in his hand, and while clashing, he waved out sword curtains one after another.
The situation on the stage became more and more tense, and everyone watching the battle held their breath and waited for the result. The elders guarding the stage had a solemn look on their faces and were ready for rescue. If the protection was not good enough, a punishment from the uncle would be unavoidable.
"Heh, heh." Lang Fei seized the gap and took a few breaths. When he was about to take medicine to replenish his energy, the yellow-faced Taoist turned his horse again and rushed towards him. He was so panicked that he was lucky enough to jump over.
The situation was unfavorable, and he was anxious. He put his hand into the Sumeru Belt and touched Kui Niu Jin. Just as he was about to take it out, he suddenly saw the flaming horse rushing to the edge of the stage, turning around and coming back again. A countermeasure flashed in his mind.
Withdrawing his hand from Kui Niu Jin and dodging the collision of the flaming horse, Lang Fei ran a few steps to the edge of the stage and stood on the edge of the jade stage, waiting for the yellow-faced Taoist.
The Taoist turned his head and saw him like this. He knew what he was thinking and thought to himself: "Zhangfa, he definitely thought that if my horse collided too hard and couldn't stop the horse's hooves, he would definitely fall off the stage. How could he think that this horse was stepping on it?"
The cloud horse and the flaming horse crossed and came together, and when they came to an emergency stop, they did not just rely on the force of touching the ground. This victory was given to me for no reason."
The yellow-faced Taoist narrowed his eyes, looked at Ding Lang Fei, shouted loudly, and urged the horse to hit him. The flaming horse kicked with four hooves and galloped like the wind. His shape was not visible, only his shadow, and he rushed towards him with a wave of heat.
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Lang Fei's eyes narrowed and he focused on the yellow-faced Taoist's right hand holding the sword. When the red shadow ran three feet in front of his chest, it suddenly flashed in the opposite direction of the hand holding the sword.
In a blink of an eye, the shadow of the horse ran past. The Taoist's long sword was out of reach. Ren Langfei dodged and he clamped the horse's belly with all his strength. The flaming horse roared and suddenly stood on the spot.
Lang Fei was shocked for a moment. He never expected the horse to be so nimble. When he saw the Taoist urging the horse to turn around, he frowned, gritted his teeth, and took out the steel blade and stabbed it straight at the horse's head.
At this time, there were only a few bodies between the two of them. The yellow-faced Taoist was shocked and turned his sword to his left hand to block it. Unexpectedly, it was too late, and the steel blade slashed through the afterimages and pierced the horse's head.
The yellow-faced Taoist suddenly froze on the spot, his face was slumped, his heart was like a knife, and his mind was blank.
"Oh!" Everyone in the audience exclaimed in surprise.
"It's over, senior brother has lost." The Yumai disciples were all disappointed.
"Young master, have you won?"
Yun Han said nothing, still frowning, "Not good."
Hearing his exclamation, Xue Ya and her husband trembled in their hearts and looked at the stage.
The white mist dissipated, and the tip of the steel blade was exposed. The flaming horse opened its mouth slightly, biting the tip in its mouth, and spurted out a burst of red air, resisting the cold mist. Lang Fei stood aside.
, with an incredible expression on his face.
The yellow-faced Taoist waited for a long time before Lang Fei made a move. When he lowered his head and saw this scene, he was suddenly overjoyed. He raised his head and laughed a few times, then stabbed the sword down instantly.
Lang Fei suddenly came back to his senses under his laughter, and saw the long sword stabbing him, but when he drew the steel edge, he was bitten hard, and he had to dodge suddenly.
The yellow-faced Taoist missed the target with his sword, then sheathed his sword and stabbed again. Lang Fei took out a short halberd from his bag with his left hand, looked at the trajectory of the sword, stretched out the short halberd, and pressed down against the tip of the sword, "
The long sword was locked with a clang sound.
The Taoist was stunned for a moment, his face changed, he thought for a moment, then put his other hand into his bag and took out a talisman. Now that both of Lang Fei's hands were occupied, his extra means will definitely make a difference.