"Yes, Wu Huan, according to me, Xuan Yun still has the upper hand, how could he lose?"
Chu Nianjiu was also puzzled.
"The thunder method is powerful, but it won't last long."
Ye Qing said slowly: "Look carefully, although Xuanyun has been attacking and Wei Bulao is defending, Xuanyun's attack did not cause any damage to Wei Bulao. Wei Bulao's Qi is still relatively full, while Xuanyun's It smells like the end of a war effort."
"Xuan Yun has already fallen into Wei Bulao's rhythm. When Xuanyun's strength fails, Wei Bulao will counterattack."
"Just like when you and Qing Ge fought?" Gao Ning'an asked.
"Ahem... that's about right." Ye Qing touched his nose.
The competition between the little Taoist priest and Wei Bulao seemed more exciting and exciting than the competition between Wen Xiaonuan, Huadie, Xu Rulin, and Zhang Tiancheng.
The little Taoist priest is proficient in thunder and talismans. He can summon thunder by turning his hands and palms, like the thunder god who controls the thunder and lightning of heaven and earth, with great power.
Wei Bulao's palm skills are mysterious and strange. Each move seems simple and unpretentious, but he is not afraid of the falling thunder. All the thunder swept by his palm will be completely destroyed.
At the same time, Wei Bulao's Qinggong movement was also quite strange, sometimes staggering, sometimes stumbling, sometimes trembling, sometimes swaying, like an old man in his dying years.
However, with such a weird movement technique, he can always avoid the falling thunder and the killing moves of the little Taoist priest at the critical moment, and he can walk leisurely in the thunder in the sky with ease.
What's even weirder is that as he fights with Wei Bulao, the little Taoist priest's face slowly gains a trace of wrinkles and vicissitudes of life, as if he is aging.
"Wind, Fire, Thunder and Lightning..."
After being unable to attack for a long time, the little Taoist priest suddenly roared, quickly formed seals with his hands, and four talismans appeared in front of him.
A green talisman with the word "wind" written on it, surrounded by strong winds;
A red talisman with the word "fire" written on it, surrounded by blazing flames;
A purple talisman with the word "Thunder" written on it, surrounded by thunder;
There was a blue talisman with electric words written on it, and electric light flashed around it.
The moment the four talisman seals appeared, the little Taoist priest looked solemn, stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and shouted the word "ji".
Four talismans flew out at the same time, and fierce winds raged between the heaven and the earth. Fire filled the air, thunder and lightning roared, the wind assisted the fire, and the fire assisted the thunder, sweeping the heaven and earth, like destroying the heaven and the earth.
Facing the wind, fire, thunder and lightning that swept dozens of feet in radius, Wei Bulao was naturally unable to escape, and was annihilated by the wind, fire, thunder and lightning in the blink of an eye.
"good……"
"pretty……"
Seeing this, Chu Nianjiu and Gao Ning'an praised him with admiration, and others around him were also amazed.
"Qi Xuanyun is anxious." But Luo Zhan shook his head.
"It's not that I'm anxious, but that I want to make a last ditch effort." Ye Qing said softly.
Amid the raging wind, fire, thunder and lightning, Wei Bulao took a deep breath, and two oil lamps appeared on his shoulders. wisps of dark yellow breeze fell from the oil lamps. The breeze turned into a robe, surrounded by the dark yellow breeze, and there was a wave of changes of time, white clouds and gray dogs. A sense of vicissitudes of life permeated the air.
The terrifying wind, fire, thunder and lightning were greatly reduced in power as soon as they came into contact with the dark yellow breeze, unable to harm Wei Bulao at all.
"Sui Feng Shen Gang Robe... Could Wei Bulao be the disciple of that old monster, right?" Seeing the robe on Wei Bulao, Hong Jianglong patted his thigh and said in shock.
"The Sui Feng Shen Gang Robe is that senior's unique skill, which outsiders cannot understand. Moreover, Wei Bulao's martial arts moves are very similar to that senior's style. He should be his disciple." Lei Xiaodan agreed.
"Old monster, senior, what riddles are you two talking about?" Hong Jianglong and Lei Xiaodan spoke without avoiding outsiders, so naturally they were overheard by King Yong, who asked curiously.
"Go ahead." Hong Jianglong glanced at Lei Xiaodan.
Lei Xiaodan laughed and said: "Your Majesty, the person we are talking about is a senior, an old senior who has lived for a long time, and his name is the Immortal Immortal."
"Immortal Immortal..." When they heard the name of Immortal Immortal, some people were suddenly enlightened, some were shocked, and King Yong was confused: "Who is Immortal Immortal? Is he very powerful?"
Lei Xiaodan explained: "It's not very powerful. It's only in the real world, but the immortal immortal lives for a long, long time. It is said that it has a lifespan of more than 400 years. It is like an immortal immortal, hence the name Immortal."
"Four hundred...how many years?" King Yong's eyes widened. Although he has little qualifications in martial arts, it does not mean that he does not know anything. When a warrior practices martial arts, a master's life will be increased by sixty years, and a saint's life will be increased by a hundred years. As for the legendary immortality , that is a different world.
Therefore, even if a person dies at the age of 100, a master can live for 160 years and a saint can live for 260 years. Even some experts who are good at recuperating and prolonging their life can only extend their life for another 30 to 50 years at most. Therefore, a master can live up to two hundred years old, and a saint can live up to three hundred years old. This is the ultimate in heaven and earth.
But now he heard something. A grandmaster actually lived for more than four hundred years, and lived longer than a saint. It was simply shocking.
"He...how did he live for so long?"
Lei Xiaodan shook his head: "No one knows. Some people guessed that the Demon Sect took the body, some guessed that the Taoist Sect sent the soul, some guessed that it was the reincarnation of Buddhism, Confucian Su Hui, and some even speculated that the immortal immortal had eaten something Planting treasures from heaven and earth, knowing some secret method of extending and gaining life, etc., but these are just guesses."
"In fact, many people want to know the secret of the Immortal Immortal's immortality, but there is still no answer, because the Immortal Immortal and the Dragon never see their tail, and no one has ever been able to find the Immortal Immortal. But every once in a while, the Immortal Immortal will appear, Let people know he is still alive.”
"Unfortunately, I originally wanted to talk to the Immortal Immortal about the secrets of health preservation, but now it seems that there is no chance." King Yong sighed, but he was also very open-minded and did not have the excessive obsession with life and death. He continued : "Then how did you determine that Wei Bulao was a disciple of the Immortal Immortal?"
Lei Xiaodan continued: "There are three things that people talk about most about the Immortal Immortal. One is his immortality, the other is his joy in helping others, and the third is his weird skills."
"Among them, the weird technique means that when the Immortal Immortal fights with someone, the opponent will always age inexplicably. The Sui Feng Shen Gang Robe is the most commonly used technique by the Immortal Immortal. The Sui Feng Shen Gang is used to cast a protective robe for offense and defense. It’s both very mysterious.”
"So, Jiang Long and I speculated that Wei Bulao might be a disciple of the Immortal Immortal."
"Oh, that's it." King Yong suddenly understood and did not continue to ask, but watched the competition between the two on the ring with great interest.
"Immortal Immortal, I didn't expect that Wei Bulao turned out to be a disciple of the Immortal Immortal. Tsk tsk..." Gao Ning'an sighed: "However, the Immortal Immortal is immortal, but Wei Bulao has a gray head and a short lifespan. This master-disciple combination It’s quite interesting.”
"By the way, Wu Huan, what is Sui Feng Shen Gang?"
Ye Qing explained: "Sui Feng Shen Gang, as the name suggests, is a kind of Gang wind, and it is also a kind of Gang evil, with the power of time, blowing flowers and flowers to fall, blowing the grass to wither, blowing the water to dry, blowing the rocks to crack, blowing people to grow old... …A very scary kind of wind.”
"No wonder the little Taoist priest's thunder and fire can't hurt Wei Bulao." Gao Ning'an frowned and said, "So, isn't Wei Bulao already in an invincible position?"
Ye Qing said nothing, but looked at the arena.
On the ring, Wei Bulao was wearing the robe of the God of Suifeng, walking leisurely among the wind, fire and thunder. All the thunder and fire that fell down would be blown away by the God of Suifeng as soon as they came within a few feet of him.
Wei Bulao seemed to be carefree and aimless, but in fact he was constantly gathering strength and slowly approaching the little Taoist priest's position.
After a few breaths, the energy of the little Taoist priest was like a torrent that burst a dam and poured out thousands of miles. The wind, fire, thunder and lightning could not sustain it, and gradually weakened.
At this moment, Wei Bulao suddenly accelerated and approached the little Taoist priest. His palms intertwined and changed, forming a palm shadow. The palm shadow was as heavy as the sky, sealing the world and blocking all possible retreat routes for the little Taoist priest. A trace of light appeared on his face. happy.
This was the moment he had been waiting for.
He smiled, very happily.
But the next moment, he saw the pale little Taoist priest also smiling, also smiling happily.
Wei Bulao suddenly had an extremely bad premonition in his heart.
"In the sleeves... Qinglong..."
The little Taoist priest grinned, showing his white teeth. Thunder and lightning flashed suddenly in his wide sleeves, and two green dragons jumped out from the sleeves.
There are navy blue dragons on both sleeves, and the dragon rises and shakes the sky.
The green dragon took out its sleeves and made a thunderous explosion, which instantly became more than ten feet tall and shocked the sky.
Wei Bulao, who never expected that the little Taoist priest had a back-up, was instantly annihilated by the green dragon and thunder. Thunder and lightning surged like a sea within a radius of several feet.
In the sea of thunder, the little Taoist priest stood upright, guarded by thunder, just like the god in charge of thunder.
"Little Taoist priest... still have this hand?" Chu Nianjiu swallowed, looking shocked. This hand with two sleeves of green dragons was beyond everyone's expectations.
Everyone could see that the little Taoist's wind, fire, thunder and lightning skills were at the end of their game, but they didn't expect that Wei Bulao was given a big surprise at the last moment.
"Wu Huan, you guessed it wrong, doesn't the little Taoist priest win?" Gao Ning'an licked his lips and winked at Ye Qing.
"To show the enemy weakness and attack them unprepared, the green dragon in Xuanyun's sleeve is indeed beautiful." Ye Qing still smiled and said: "However, it is not even easy to make a comeback."
"What do you mean? Didn't the little Taoist priest already win?" Gao Ning'an was confused, but as soon as he finished speaking, he saw the surging thunder pool split open with a palm, revealing Wei Bulao's figure.
At this time, Wei Bulao's Suifeng Shengang robe was in tatters, and his whole body was charred. What was even weirder was that Wei Bulao seemed to be more than ten years older, with his face covered with wrinkles and old age.
"I do underestimate you, Taoist Master."
Wei Bulao looked at the little Taoist priest and said slowly and calmly. He could hear neither joy nor anger, nor sorrow and joy, just like an old man who has experienced the vicissitudes of the world and the changes of the years. He is used to seeing high winds and rough waves, but only ordinary things.
"Process." The little Taoist priest said with an abnormal blush on his face, cupping his fists: "Donor Wei can bear Xiao Dao's Qinglong in his sleeve, Xiao Daofang admires him even more."
"The Taoist priest, be careful."
Wei Bulao shook his shoulders, and the two exhausted oil lamps lit up again, and wisps of the old wind fell down, turning into a robe of the god of old wind again.
"Wei Shi's skills are superior, Xiaodao admits defeat."
Seeing this, the little Taoist priest clasped his fists, smiled, and took the initiative to admit defeat.
"Accept." Wei Bulao was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect the little Taoist priest to admit defeat so simply and neatly, so he could only clasp his fists.
After admitting defeat, both the little Taoist priest and Wei Bulao were teleported out of the ring.
After leaving the ring, the little Taoist priest walked up to Ye Qing, lowered his head and said in frustration: "Brother Ye, I lost."
"It's okay, you have done a good job." Ye Qing stood up, patted the little Taoist priest on the shoulder, smiled and comforted: "Although he failed to win the game, he also seriously injured Wei Bulao, especially the last move in the sleeves Qinglong, very beautiful, even in defeat is still glorious."
"That's right, don't think too much. Who would have thought that Wei Bulao was still alive and kicking after being hit by a green dragon in your sleeve. If it were Brother Gao, he would have been wiped out by now."
Gao Ning'an: "..." I felt offended.
"Well, thank you Brother Ye and Brother Chu." The little Taoist smiled.
"Okay, sit down and adjust your breathing quickly, don't leave any trouble later." Ye Qing patted the little Taoist priest on the shoulder and warned him.
"Okay, Brother Ye." The little Taoist sat down as he was told, closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing.
