The Dragon-Tiger Vajra King shouted loudly and jumped out. A burst of Xuanmen Qi spread all over his body, and his already huge body became even bigger.
He rushed towards the colorful beast.
He is not stupid, he knows that if he doesn't defeat this tiger, he will never be able to get close to Zhang Shiyi.
"Xuanzi, please be patient, this is Wang Meng, Taoist Priest Wang, who is known as Dragon Tiger King Kong.
He is a fierce man, with the strength of a dragon and a tiger, he can tear tigers and leopards alive.
Haha, just be gentle and teach him a lesson. Don't hurt his life. "
The first half of the sentence sounded the same to Wang Meng, but the second half of the sentence made him angry.
In anger, his figure grew again, and he became almost the same size as Xuanzi.
"You evil beast, I'll tear you apart first, and then I'll teach the kid behind you a lesson!"
While he was talking, Wang Meng had already arrived in front of Xuanzi, and his big hands wanted to grab Xuanzi's neck.
"Ha~~~~"
Seeing the menacing Wang Meng, Xuanzi laughed out of boredom, and casually waved his paw, as if swatting a fly, and directly swatted Wang Meng away.
The dragon-tiger golden light spell all over the body was immediately scattered.
Wang Meng was even photographed like a dog eating shit.
When he was about to get up to fight again, he felt a huge force stepping on his back. The sharp claws directly pierced his clothes and pressed against his flesh, which was painful. .
This wasn't because he was thick-skinned, but because Xuanzi didn't use any strength at all.
The boss said not to hurt his life, but he was restraining himself.
Besides, Xuanzi is not stupid, these eight hundred years were not in vain.
This is Longhu Mountain, and the other party is one of the four major disciples of Longhu Mountain. If I really want to mess with the other party, and provoke those old immortal masters who have been in seclusion for many years, my eight hundred years of Taoism will not be enough. Look, if you don’t keep it all, it will really become tiger bone wine.
"Xuanzi, let go quickly. How can you suppress Senior Brother Wang like this? Your actions are too ambiguous~"
This kid Zhang Shiyi can't speak with his brain at all.
Not only Wang Meng was ashamed, but Xuanzi also blushed.
This boss is so incompetent~
"Hahaha~ Junior nephew Zhang, you are fine~"
Just when the other three disciples were about to rush forward, Zhang Qiwen, the master of Longhu Mountain, arrived quietly, followed by an old man with a black beard and a wooden sword and a wooden sword slung across his back.
"Damn, it's you! You are indeed in Longhu Mountain!"
Zhang Shiyi recognized this black-bearded old man at a glance. He was the guy who had a close-up of him on the surveillance camera.
"Master Nephew Zhang, this is Yang Muching, a close disciple of Maoshan Heavenly Master Lin. He is also a Maoshan Demon-Conquering Heavenly Master. Do you two know each other?"
Zhang Qiwen really didn't know why Zhang Shiyi called at his door.
"I know you, a big watermelon!
You bastard old man, you actually took my paper shop while I was away. Old man Zhang, do you have a share here too? "
Zhang Qiwen naturally didn't care about Zhang Shiyi's unrestrained words, but it angered Yang Muqing.
"He's full of filthy words, Master Zhang, is this also a Taoist disciple?"
"Haha, this one can be considered~
Senior Nephew Yang, do you have any misunderstanding with Senior Nephew Zhang? "
Zhang Qiwen didn't know how to answer, and seemed quite embarrassed, so he could only quickly interrupt and prepare to change the topic.
"It's a misunderstanding. Release my employees immediately, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"
This mouthful young man, shut up young man, made this respectful teacher Yang Muqing angry.
"Hmph, I know who you are. You must be the boss that the century-old ghost talks about. As a Taoist disciple, you actually raise ghosts. Don't you know that this is a taboo!"
"You big Japanese melon, hurry up, or I will take action!"
"Okay! Then I will take care of your bad mouth for your master!"
Yang Muqing was also furious, and when he saw Zhang Qiwen's expression that it was none of his business, he became rude.
With a wave of his hand, a soft burst of Qi pushed the surrounding disciples back a few steps, leaving a huge empty space.
This move seemed like an understatement, and even Zhang Qiwen secretly praised it.
With such exquisite control, even his four disciples cannot do it so easily.
"Take care of me for my master. Okay, Xuanzi, please step back. I don't need your help in this matter. I want to see how powerful Maoshan Tianshi is!"
"please!"
After all, Yang Muqing was from a well-known and decent family. Although he was annoyed in his heart, he still showed his magnanimous demeanor and was ready to let the other party make the first move.
"Please mom~"
Zhang Shiyi didn't want to be polite to him, he directly raised the Ghost Shadow Tracking Step to the fastest speed, and before Yang Muqing could react, he was already in front of the opponent.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed the opponent's hairpin, then raised his knee and aimed at Yang Muqing's lower body with a kick that would cut off his descendants.
Yang Muqing was paralyzed. The Taoist sects naturally showed off their magical powers in the fight. You came and I fought each other with magic. How could I have seen anything like a street gang fight?
When he comes up, he pulls his hair out and kicks his lower body, what the hell.
Fortunately, Yang Muqing was also an old man who had been in the world for many years. He twisted his body desperately and avoided the vital point, but this knee also hit his big crotch.
He was kicked so hard that half of his body was numb.
"You are shameless!!"
Just as Yang Muqing was about to curse, Zhang Shiyi's fist came again, this time towards the eye socket. If it had hit, it would have been a panda eye.
In desperation, he could only endure the severe pain from his scalp and jerked back, leaving a handful of hair in the opponent's hand, but he also avoided the heavy blow.
"Urgent is like a law, it is determined!"
The severe pain from his scalp made Yang Muching angry.
Facing Zhang Shiyi who rushed over again, there was a Immobilization Spell.
"Kun, town!"
Almost at the same time, Zhang Shiyi's Kun hexagram also blurted out. This time, the power of Sui Xing really gave face and did not cause trouble. A powerful force of suppression directly slapped Yang Muqing to the ground.
Zhang Shiyi was also frozen on the spot. Except for his eyes that could move around, his whole body was stiff and unable to move.
"Hahahaha, these two nephews are so skilled. This game is considered a tie~"
Zhang Qiwen laughed and walked over. With a wave of his hand, he released the suppressive force on Yang Muqing, and with another wave of his hand, Zhang Shiyi could move.
This Zhang Qiwen was indeed well hidden, and he was able to resolve the two people's spells with such an understatement. He was truly worthy of being the master of Longhu Mountain.
"It's gone, let's all go. Let's have some tea in the inner hall~"
After shouting away the disciples, Zhang Qiwen took the two of them one by one into the Zhenwu Hall.
"Grandpa~"
"You go and play~"
Yu Tianwei also wanted to sneak in and watch the fun, but Zhang Qiwen saw through it and was kicked out.
