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Deng Youcai lost his voice: "The Wang family can do it too!"
Deng Youfu clenched his fists and said nothing. He was unwilling to let his life and death be controlled by others. In fact, he was just like Uncle Liu, a very proud and extremely responsible person.
The heat is almost done.
Hu Xiuwu smiled and offered a solution: "When I was watching anime with my nephew, I saw a sentence that made a lot of sense: only magic can defeat magic."
Deng Youcai looked up and waited for Hu Xiuwu's answer.
"All the immortals, would you like to be included in the list?"
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call!
It wasn’t easy, but I finally managed to shake Brother Deng Youfu’s heart.
Hu Xiuwu leaned against a big tree at the entrance of the arena and watched the Deng brothers go back. He wanted to merge the Northeastern Immortal Family into the Luofeng system. Such a big matter was not something Deng Youfu could decide.
Deng Youfu needs to contact Guan Shihua, and also wait for Liu Kunsheng to return to his hall in Neijing and discuss with him before he can give Hu Xiuwu an answer.
But Hu Xiuwu's efforts were not in vain.
The art of war says, lure the enemy with profit and avoid the enemy when he is strong.
While the two elderly people, Liu Kunsheng and Guan Shihua, were away, he first persuaded Deng Youfu, the leader of the younger generation of Northeastern shamans, and then used him to influence Guan Shihua and Liu Kunsheng, so that their decisions would be more inclined towards Hu Xiuwu.
Fortunately, the Shangqing ancestors left him the Scroll of Ghosts and Gods. If Hu Xiuwu had relied solely on Beiyin's conscription, he would not have been sure of convincing Master Liu Kunsheng.
If the Beiyin conscription is used to offset the detention of spirits and dispatch of generals, then it would be controlled by one person and replaced by another. Based on Hu Xiuwu's understanding of Uncle Liu, he will definitely not agree to join Luo Fengtian.
"After finishing one thing, there is another thing."
Hu Xiuwu stretched and looked at Wang Ye who was tied up by him.
"Okay, Xiao Yezi, you have become very capable. You even learned Fenghou Qimen."
Chapter 333: Like a Natural Disaster
"Good boy, I didn't expect you to have learned such a skill in Wudang in the past few years. You hid it very well."
Facing Wang Ye, Hu Xiuwu said to himself, "It turns out that Wudang still has the secret manual of Fenghou Qimen. It seems that after the Jiashen Rebellion, Wudang Zhou Sheng secretly returned to Wudang and left behind his inheritance."
Wang Ye struggled hard to break free from the ropes on his body. After hearing Hu Xiuwu's inference, he still stubbornly denied it:
"That's not true. There is no Fenghou Qimen in Wudang."
Hu Xiuwu looked at him with disdain: "You can only lie to other people with this. I have watched you grow up since you were a child, so how could I not know you?"
"Bullshit! Sun thief, I have been kind to you in the past few years, do you really think I can't beat you?"
"I can't beat it!"
Hu Xiuwu said from the bottom of his heart.
Wang Ye: “…”
After playing around for a while, Hu Xiuwu waved his hand, dispersing the hemp rope that he had transformed into with Transfiguration, stared at him and said, "Can't you just be a good Wudang Taoist priest and enjoy your peace? Why did you come to this muddy water?"
Wang Ye rubbed his waist and said nonchalantly: "I wanted to do that, but who made me want to do that? I read the fortune and found out the truth but I didn't come. I feel uneasy and unsettled. How can I be at peace?"
Hu Xiuwu said with emotion: "No wonder I haven't seen you for a long time, are you afraid of getting me into trouble?"
"Humph," Wang Ye snorted coldly, saying expressionlessly, "No, I'm just afraid that you'll get me into trouble."
"That night, when the strange little girl next to Zhang Chulan came to attack Shan Shitong, I saw the way you interacted with Zhang Chulan, and I guessed that you also came for Zhang Chulan."
"I've been attracting a lot of attention since I came here. If I'm misunderstood as having something to do with the origin of the Qi body, I'll never be able to clear myself of this."
Hu Xiuwu said, "But today you revealed your true colors, and you still can't go back to Wudang. What are your plans? Do you want to stay at home for two days? Uncle Wang still wants you to go back. Every time I go to see him, he asks me to find a way to pull you down from Wudang."
Wang sat slouched on the ground and said slowly, "I have dealt with Zhuge Qing. With you here, there will be no more obstacles for Zhang Chulan to become a Heavenly Master. I will persuade Zhang Chulan one last time tomorrow, and then I will leave."
Hu Xiuwu said, "Leaving so early, why don't you watch the finals of the Luotian Dajiao?"
Wang Ye twitched his lips, thinking it was nonsense: "What's so interesting about the final between you and Zhang Chulan? It's not as exciting as the match between you and Feng Xingtong tomorrow."
"Besides, I can go down the mountain more easily while you and Zhang Chulan are still attracting people's attention in Longhu Mountain."
Wang also looked at the pedestrians who walked past him, talking and laughing, without looking sideways, and exclaimed:
"You really managed to snatch the Taiyin God from Wang Bing. Wang Ai, the old fox, had a setback today and suffered a loss at your hands."
I have heard that after the competition between Wang Bing and Hu Xiuwu, Wang Ai's face has been unhappy and she has been looking for Hu Xiuwu's whereabouts.
Originally, Wang Ye thought that Wang Ai was angry because his grandson was beaten by Hu Xiuwu, and wanted to take revenge on him. He also wondered when Wang Ai's Qi-cultivation skills became so poor.
It turned out that his pension money was stolen by the petty thief Hu Xiuwu.
Hu Xiuwu was just as stubborn as Wang Ye before, and refused to admit it. "I don't understand what you are talking about. This is the Yinyou technique, not the innate ability of the Taiyin God. Please don't smear my innocence for no reason."
Wang Ye was speechless: "The innate supernatural power of Taiyin God, huh, okay, whatever you say is what it is, then you should unlock this Yinyou technique, I still need to go back to book a ticket."
Hu Xiuwu dispersed the Yinyou technique, restored their presence, and handed Wang Ye a jade token: "Here, keep it for self-defense. If you really fall into a deadly trap, just think about how good your father was to you."
The jade order is about the same size as a mobile phone, made of ordinary material, and has a very simple carving, except for one side which has the words "Luofengdong Kailing".
Wang Ye weighed the jade token and said, "A talisman? Or a magic weapon? Why haven't I heard of the Luofengdong Kailing, a talisman?"
"I made it myself."
"Okay, I'll accept your filial piety." Wang Ye put away the jade order, dusted himself off, stood up, and before leaving, he seemed to be unintentional and reminded Hu Xiuwu:
"There are all kinds of people on Longhu Mountain right now, so you have to be more careful."
Hu Xiuwu said: "Don't worry, since I dare to show up, I have already made every possible effort."
"Tomorrow, I will be famous all over the world!"
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After a night, the sun was shining brightly, and all the heroes, young and old, gathered on the high platform.
All the ten masters of Mount Longhu were present, including all the Luotian Dajiao contestants who did not participate in the competition, and they all came to watch the battle.
This is the first time since the Luotian Dajiao competition started that so many people have watched a game.
Feng Xingtong on the field below was a little nervous for a moment, but behind the slight nervousness was a burning excitement like a raging fire.
Not counting his own father, just look at the old men on the stage, Zhang Zhiwei, Wang Ai, and Lu Ci. They are all well-known figures in the world of supernatural beings. In terms of status and seniority, there are almost no ones higher than these in the domestic supernatural world.
In addition to Zhang Chulan and Tang Wenlong who were competing, Zhang Lingyu, Lu Linglong,
How many people in this world can have the opportunity to show up at such a grand occasion?
If he can play well in this game, he can complete the task assigned by his father ahead of schedule.
Help the newly rising Tianxiahui with shallow roots to gain power.
but,
Feng Xingtong stared at the entrance opposite with a serious expression.
This time, my opponent is a tough one. No, he is a monster that I am far superior to. If I hadn't gotten Master Liu in the last game, I would not have dared to stand in front of him.
swish, swish, swish,
At the entrance, there was a sound of sand and gravel rubbing against each other, as if a huge monster was slowly entering from the entrance. Feng Xingtong swallowed his saliva.
After the dust settled, a graceful young man, with his hands in his pockets, walked into the stadium in a relaxed manner, welcoming the hostility and admiration of the crowd.
The only thing that spoiled the mood was that he looked like an old farmer, with an old-fashioned broom tucked under his armpit, standing sloppily opposite Feng Xingtong, looking very listless.
Under the wooden pole of the broom, which was covered with patina, the broom head made of bamboo branches dragged the ground, leaving a trail of snake marks behind it and making a rustling sound of friction.
Hu Xiuwu stood casually opposite Feng Xingtong with his hands in his pockets, but seeing his expressionless face, Feng Xingtong began to get nervous for no reason, and forced a smile, showing weakness and submission:
"Senior Hu Xiuwu, I know I am no match for you, please give me some advice."
Hu Xiuwu didn't say anything. Instead, he grabbed the wooden handle of the broom and shouted, "Uncle Liu! Are you okay?"
Uncle Liu's demonic aura overflowed from Feng Xingtong's body, but there was no other movement.
Feng Xingtong did not put too many restrictions on Uncle Liu. Except that he could not leave him, Uncle Liu's activities were not restricted.
But it was taken away by a child, which made him feel humiliated and he didn't want to meet Hu Xiuwu again.
"I have inquired about your reputation. You have a different style from your father and Wang Bing and others. You have not treated Master Liu badly. I will not use harsh measures."
Seeing that Uncle Liu was fine, Hu Xiuwu's expression relaxed a little and his tone became much softer.
Although the spirit-capturing and general-sending technique can capture spirits unconditionally, and Hu Xiuwu has Luo Fengtian's support, the elves under his command can be resurrected in Luo Fengtian, but mortals do not have this ability.
Moreover, not all spirits are as powerful as immortals. The vast majority of spirits are just confused dead souls.
Therefore, when Feng Zhenghao and the Wang family used the method of summoning spirits and dispatching generals, they treated ordinary spirits as elixirs, supplying them to a small number of spirits with extraordinary qualifications to be eaten, in order to nourish the soul and body and improve their combat effectiveness. Sometimes they also used them as firewood to enhance the power of their own moves.
However, according to Canglong's intelligence, Feng Xingtong is an outlier. He treats the spirits he has captured as friends and does not feed them with other spirits.
Having just confirmed that the information was true, Hu Xiuwu's impression of Feng Xingtong became much better.
Hu Xiuwu raised his left hand: "You go first."
"You said so."
Feng Xingtong's smile disappeared instantly, and his expression became stern, "Then I won't be polite!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Xingtong activated the power of Master Liu. Feng Xingtong's eyes turned pale, and he leaped up angrily with demonic energy. It was like a mountain-eating demon python propped up its long body and opened its bloody mouth.
It is as majestic as a violent tornado and as violent as the surging Qiantang River tide.
The power of just one person is like that of thousands of troops rushing forward.
Under the surge of his evil spirit, Hu Xiuwu became as small as an ant.
"Mr. Liu is still strong and healthy. I might not be his opponent if I didn't have a knife. Fortunately, I borrowed a broom from Senior Brother Zhang Qianhe."
Hu Xiuwu exclaimed in praise, then his eyes focused, his gaze was like a torch, and his body was burning with golden light, as bright as the sun and as hard as a diamond.
The golden light flowed along Hu Xiuwu's hand and spread to the broom. The originally ordinary broom turned into an extremely sharp golden knife.
The golden sword dragged across the ground, like a cold saw, from bottom to top, from the flat ground, a towering and heavy sword energy rose up, as sharp as a jigsaw, and as solid as a reef that split the water.
The giant python crashed into the long blade of the sword, like a comet hitting the earth, stirring up circles of powerful waves, overturning the earth, and shattering the ring wall, like a natural disaster.
The arena, which was as wide as a stadium, seemed extremely small against the backdrop of the two people and was completely unable to contain their aura.