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Lu Ci accompanied Wang Ai to watch his grandson's game. Many people were interested in the match between Hu Xiuwu and Wang Bing.
Not only them, even Zhuge Qing, who hadn't started the game yet, brought his younger brother over. If Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao weren't in the game, they would have come too.
Wang Ai even dared to let Wang Bing face off against Hu Xiuwu.
Wang Ai stared at the competition venue below, his eyes full of his grandson. Even when Lu Ci asked, he did not turn around. He leaned on his crutches and put on a smile, but there was no trace of warmth, as if he was wearing an emotionless smiling mask:
"Haha, my grandson is ambitious and must try it, so let him try it."
Off the field, Wang Bing and Hu Xiuwu had already tried several moves, all of which were done by Wang Bing. Hu Xiuwu raised the Golden Light Spell and did not even move from his position. Occasionally, he gave Wang Ai face and pretended to raise his hand to defend against a few moves.
There was a dark atmosphere in the crowd, and sharp wailing sounds were heard from time to time, as if countless evil spirits were attacking Hu Xiuwu.
But Hu Xiuwu was like a bright and burning lamp, and these Yin Qi were like moths to a flame, surrounding him. However, if they got a little closer, they would be burned to ashes.
After waving his hand to repel Wang Bing again, Hu Xiuwu took out his cell phone and checked the time.
Well, a minute has passed. He has given face to Wang Ai and Lu Ci. He still has to rush to watch Deng Youfu's competition.
Seeing that Hu Xiuwu dared to look at his phone with a nonchalant look, Wang Bing flew into a rage, his eyes flashing with ferocity. His purple face looked even more ferocious and hateful under the dark and cold Yin Qi:
"You son of a bitch! How dare you underestimate me like that? I'm going to make you pay the price."
Wang Bing's momentum surged, and the Yin Qi that had been lingering around him like a thin mist suddenly became a thousand times thicker, like a leaden black river, covering the arena.
The arena was now gloomy and cold, dark and gloomy, like a ghost cave. Wang Bing was covered with pitch-black iron, and even his head was covered in it, as if he was wearing a full body armor covered with barbs. Only his eyes were filled with murderous light, like a defeated general who had crawled out of hell for revenge.
Everyone outside the venue was shocked, no one expected that Wang Bing had this trick up his sleeve.
Even Zhuge Qing's eyes widened in surprise. He couldn't help but hold on to the low wall in front of him and lean forward to see more carefully:
"That is?"
Facing the aggressive Wang Bing, Hu Xiuwu suddenly smiled, not as casual as before, but full of interest. Zhegui slowly stretched out from Luo Fengtian and fell into his hand:
"That's right. What's the point of always bullying children?"
"I wonder who this senior is?"
Chapter 326: Yinyou Liuding Formation
Obviously, with Wang Bing's own strength, it is impossible for him to have such an oppressive power. Looking at his current state, he is clearly like Deng Youfu and other shaman disciples, who have invited a spirit with far greater power than their own to possess him.
The strength of this elf should not be underestimated, as it made Hu Xiuwu take out the winning prize and treat it seriously.
Judging from his aura, even if he is not as good as Liu Kunsheng, he is still stronger than Hui Erye and Huang Xiang, who are immortals with more than a hundred years of cultivation.
An elf with such strength must have practiced for many years and must not be an unknown person.
Hu Xiuwu wanted to ask about the elf's origins, but the elf ignored him, so he wanted to see the elf's true form.
After the eyes receive the order, they activate the spiritual energy and open the eye consciousness.
A light flashed in Hu Xiuwu's eyes, and his visual consciousness was opened, allowing him to see clearly the true face of the great spirit attached to Wang Bing.
The elf seemed to have a human form, but was covered in black gauze, so its features could not be seen. There were several vertical pillars protruding from the black gauze on its back, as if there was a human-shaped hedgehog under the black robe.
Both eyes and ears were covered with black veil.
Although Lu Ci was not as able to see through the Great Spirit's true form as Hu Xiuwu, he was familiar with Wang Ai who was beside him: "Brother Wang, you gave your spiritual body to your grandson."
Wang Ai laughed: "The child is ambitious and wants to test the gap between himself and Junjie, but I feel sorry for him, so I have to give him something to keep him company."
Wang Ai's words sound nice, but in fact he was just doting on his grandson. When he asked Wang Bing to withdraw from the competition, the arrogant Wang Bing did not agree at all. He did not believe that he would be worse than his peers.
There was no other way. Wang Ai was worried that his grandson would get hurt, so he had to give his soul to Wang Bing and try Hu Xiuwu at the same time.
However, his actions actually skirted the rules of Luotian Dajiao. Logically speaking, Luotian Dajiao does not allow such operations.
There is a rule in Luotian Dajiao that contestants are forbidden to bring magical instruments and talismans given by their elders. They can only bring magical instruments or yellow talismans made by themselves. Shamans can only summon spirits with whom they have signed a contract.
Although weapon refiners are rare, all the big and powerful families in the alien world have a few hidden treasures. Even the Lion Society, which is not considered a big sect, has passed down three magical weapons.
Magical weapons and exquisite talismans can increase the strength of extraordinary people exponentially. For example, Quan Xing's weapon refiner Yuan Tao may not be as good as Shan Shitong in terms of skills, but if the two of them really fight, Shan Shitong will definitely be killed instantly.
Therefore, the use of magical instruments is actually prohibited in the Luotian Dajiao, unless you have made them yourself.
If Zhang Lingyu took out the Three-Five Male and Female Evil-Slaying Swords handed down from Mount Longhu, then there would be no point in fighting. Except for Hu Xiuwu and Liu Kunsheng, who among the contestants could be sure of taking on the sharpness of the Heavenly Master's sword that had been nurtured in Mount Longhu for thousands of years?
If Wang Bing's opponent was Zhang Lingyu, Wang Ai would never dare to use such tricks so blatantly, and would definitely be discovered afterwards.
Given the Heavenly Master's temperament, if Wang Ai used some small tricks to let his grandson bully Zhang Lingyu, it would be difficult for them, the grandfather and grandson, to leave Longhu Mountain.
If you walk in the mountains, you might be punished by heaven and struck by lightning.
However, since Wang Bing is facing Hu Xiuwu, who is known as the successor of Zhang Huaiyi, it would be okay to let Wang Bing try his soft and hard skills.
If Wang Bing won, or if Hu Xiuwu won with great difficulty, it would mean that Hu Xiuwu's strength was not as strong as Lu Ci thought.
Wang Ai knew what was going on. At worst, Wang Ai could apologize to Hu Xiuwu personally, admit defeat, and acknowledge his mistake for not disciplining him properly.
But from now on, Wang Ai will be less cautious when dealing with Hu Xiuwu, and may be more lax in his actions.
But if Hu Xiuwu wins with his strong strength, then in the future we can't treat Hu Xiuwu the same way we treat Zhang Chulan and Zhang Lingyu.
Wang Ai would regard him as an opponent at the level of the Ten Lords.
Why was Ru Hu able to become one of the Ten Lords? Wasn't it because he was good at fighting? Except for the Heavenly Master, no one among the Ten Lords could be his opponent.
Moreover, he came from a small sect and had almost no ties. People like Lu Ci and Wang Ai were worried about leaving such a strong man outside, so they actively absorbed him into the Ten Lords.
After hearing Wang Ai's tone, Lu Ci immediately understood what Wang Ai was thinking.
In fact, he was also curious about what kind of strength Hu Xiuwu had now.
Lu Ci said, "Brother Wang, since you dare to let your grandson test Hu Xiuwu, then the spirit you took out must be extraordinary."
Wang Ai smiled mysteriously and said, "Hehe, this elf was also discovered by my family by accident. When they asked me to go and see it, I was also shocked. I have never heard of this elf, but its strength is unexpectedly strong."
"Even with my family's methods, it took me a lot of effort to catch him. After I caught him, he kept resisting. I had no choice but to use the magic of divine painting to cover him with a layer of black veil to obscure his five senses. Only then did he calm down."
"Oh, so your two unique skills were used on this elf?"
Lu Ci became even more interested in this elf.
"True, but this elf deserves my efforts."
Lu Ci said, "Brother Wang, don't keep us in suspense. What on earth is this?"
Facing Lu Ci's repeated inquiries, Wang Ai kept his mouth shut and did not reveal the ability of this elf. He just said one sentence like a riddler:
"Brother, have you ever heard of the Eight Deceitful Gods?"
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"Eight Fraud Gods? Aren't they gods that symbolize the Qimen directions?"
Zhuge Bai looked up at his brother Zhuge Qing. Zhuge Qing's shocked look made him very curious, and he pestered his brother to ask.
Then, his brother Zhuge Qing uttered the three words "Eight Deceitful Gods" in a serious tone.
Zhuge Qing stared at the field below, but unfortunately the field was now filled with rolling black fog, like a deep valley shrouded in clouds and mist. People outside the field would not be able to see clearly unless they had the ability to see.
Exhaling slowly, suppressing the excitement in his heart, Zhuge Qing regained his usual calmness and narrowed his eyes, and said with emotion:
"The Qimen Faqiao says: The god of Zhifu is Tianyi, the god of Tengshe is deceitful, the god of Taiyin is Yinyou, the god of Liuhe is guarding, the god of Baihu is violent, the god of Xuanwu is stealing, the god of Jiudi is solid, and the god of Jiutian is mighty."
"Most people only know that these eight gods refer to the Qimen directions, but few people know that they also represent eight kinds of spirits born from heaven and named as gods."
"Oh, so powerful, then the one Wang Bing summoned below is the Eight Deceitful Gods?"
Zhuge Bai lay on the guardrail, his mouth opened into an 'O' shape in surprise.
Zhuge Qing did not directly answer Zhuge Bai's question, but instead explained the origins of the Eight Fraudulent Gods:
"Bai, you know, the first person to discover these eight spirits was our ancestor Zhuge Liang, and it was he who named these eight spirits the Eight Deceitful Gods."
"It is recorded in the family's notes that the Taiyin God and the White Tiger God, two of the Eight Deceitful Gods, once followed our ancestor, but after our ancestor passed away in Wuzhangyuan, they disappeared."
"The one on Wang Bing's body should be the Yin Metal of the Five Elements, the God of Yin Blessing, Taiyin."
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"Eight Fraud Gods, Taiyin?"
Hu Xiuwu was trapped in darkness, and the God of Ears helped him bring news from outside the thick fog.
Taiyin remained silent and had no response to any information from the outside world. He did not recognize Taiyin's identity, but he had already discovered Wang Ai and Lu Ci sitting in the crowd.
There's no way, the two old men are too conspicuous.
As soon as the two of them sat down, the audience nearby left the place on their own accord, not daring to sit with the Ten Lords, especially since Lu Ci had a bad reputation.
Who dares to sit with a man nicknamed Mad Dog, especially when he is called Mad Dog but is actually a mad lion.
He ordered the ear god to eavesdrop on the conversation between Wang Ai and Lu Ci, just like he and Zhuge Qing eavesdropped on Zhang Lingyu and Zhi Jinhua's discussion of Zhang Lingyu's first love last night, except that Zhuge Qing used the Qimen technique, while he used the body god's magical power.
Unexpectedly, the old fellow Wang Ai was mysterious and tight-lipped. He talked to Lu Ci for a long time but didn't tell him the truth.
However, I didn't expect to get an unexpected gain from Zhuge Qing.
"Humph, you were so awesome just now, why are you so anxious now?"
Wang Bing's voice was like the sound of a vibrating bronze bell, echoing in the black fog, like an echo in a valley. Even Hu Xiuwu couldn't find his location.
This cannot be achieved simply by hiding one's body; it must be the ability of the Taiyin God.
Hu Xiuwu was speechless: "What are you talking about? Now you are hiding like a mouse, but you."
"Asshole, asshole, you actually..."
Wang Bing's character was obviously not up to standard. He became so angry that he could not speak a word after being ridiculed by Hu Xiuwu.
"Okay, okay. I wanted to be kind and spare your life, but now I'm going to let you see the power of my Yinyou Liuding Formation."
As soon as Wang Bing finished speaking, Hu Xiuwu's ears became quiet and he could no longer hear the conversation outside. The scene in front of him gradually became darker until there was only darkness.
Everything is silent, as if falling into the abyss; there is no light, as if in eternal night.
Yinyou Six Ding Formation.
Just add a little bit of the setting of Ninety-nine Eighty-one, lend a name, and don't let the characters in Ninety-nine Eighty-one appear. I can't hold it.
Chapter 327 Victory