"Please let me come over?"
Ji Ping'an looked at each other curiously, then turned around and looked under the pergola of the imperial court in the distance. He saw a big shot looking over here, and Monk Xueting even smiled and waved.
This group of people... Ji Ping'an was quite surprised. After thinking about it, he stood up and said:
"good."
Then, under the guidance of the latter, he walked towards the most distinguished seat in the place.
Only a group of star officials were left dumbfounded, and the female Sili even cursed to express her surprise.
And this scene was also seen by others in the stands.
"Hey, why did Ji Ping'an get there?"
"It seems that Master Xueting of Buddhism called him over."
"Yes, I saw it too...but does Master Xueting know him? Otherwise, even if he knew him, he wouldn't be like this."
And as everyone saw Ji Pingan and Xue Ting nodding and saying hello, this guess was immediately confirmed:
As expected, the two knew each other.
At this time, even Huang He and other people close to him were confused:
The young master obviously doesn't leave home and doesn't even bother to go to the other branches of Qin Tian Prison. Why does he feel that his network of contacts is so wide and scary?
Saint, Mr. Gao, Master Xin, Master Zhang, Master Qi...and now a Buddhist master is added to the list.
I can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out.
…
On the other side, Ji Pingan walked under the pergola and nodded gently to everyone present. He found that except for a few old Taoist priests who were strangers, the others were already familiar.
In fact, this was the reason why the others did not object after Xue Ting proposed it.
If he was really a junior whom he was not familiar with, even if he was amazingly talented, their circle would not be willing to accept him, but Ji Ping'an was different.
Just now when Xueting said that he wanted to invite Ji Ping'an over, everyone except Master Zhang was stunned, and they were quite surprised that the two met.
Xueting was also surprised that Ji Ping'an seemed to be familiar with everyone else.
It's like a group of big shots sitting together by chance, chatting about someone, and then discovering that everyone knows this person...
If the circle of friends overlaps, it belongs to them.
"Master, we meet again."
Ji Ping'an made a gesture that suited his personality:
"I don't know if I can come over here. Can you give me some advice?"
The old monk with gray eyebrows smiled and said:
"As for advice, I would also like to thank Si Chen for the Buddhist verse he gave me last time. I have learned a lot from it after thinking about it these past few days."
When did you give this monk the Buddhist verse... Xu Xiurong bit her plump lips, her eyes filled with resentment.
I feel like I have failed as a prisoner.
Networks are not as good as subordinates.
The Buddhist verse that even Master Xueting admired? He also studies Buddhism? ... Gao Mingjing was startled and fell silent.
A great painter who claimed to be proficient in miscellaneous studies felt that he was being crushed by this young man at every turn.
Luan Yu, who looked cold, also narrowed his eyes, thinking that this young man was indeed extraordinary, no wonder he could sit with the Master.
Surprise also flashed across the eyes of the others, knowing this for the first time.
Ji Ping'an smiled and said, "Master, you're welcome."
During the chat, he sat down naturally.
Xueting briefly talked about the gambling, and then said:
"I heard about Si Chen's tactics yesterday and witnessed one with my own eyes today. If I expected it to be true, Si Chen is quite involved in practicing tactics."
Ji Ping'an glanced at the monk unexpectedly. He was not sure whether it was to flatter him or to take a serious look at the whole thing. He was sure that he was good at this.
joked:
"I also know the rules of gambling. If the master invited me over, could he also invite me to gamble? I can't afford the bet."
Chen Daoling, who was energetic and wearing a blue Taoist robe, suddenly smiled and said:
"What Si Chen means is that he just lacks bets, not that he doesn't know how to gamble?"
The old man with a good nose is very good at wording... Ji Ping'an glanced at him.
The eyes of the others lit up and they found it quite interesting. Gao Mingjing suddenly said:
"Si Chen is good at painting. If we lose, how about giving each of us a painting?"
The corners of Luan Yu's mouth raised: "Yes."
For them, gambling is both a competition and a game, and they will respond one by one.
Chen Daoling took out a few talismans from his sleeves, slapped them on the table, and smiled:
"I don't have much money, so I just bet a few newly drawn talismans."
Gao Mingjing took out a pen, Luan Yu threw out a rare seven-leaf clover, Zhang Fuzi took out a roll of paper recording sword energy, and Li Guofeng took out an orb...
In the blink of an eye, the table in front of everyone was filled with all kinds of rare objects. Each item was worth a lot of money, but to the monk sitting in the well, it was nothing.
Only Ji Ping'an wrote a bad check.
Since everyone doesn't want to [use the big to bully the small] - they want to lose face.
But it also shows that I don't feel that I will lose to a little Sichen - I am confident.
Only the five prisoners from the Qintian Prison had strange eyes, but they tacitly said nothing.
Ji Ping'an blinked, looking innocent:
"May I ask how to do gambling?"
The monk in the snow court raised his hand, called the official next to him to hand over a pen and paper, and said:
"Later, I can designate a few games and write my predictions on paper in advance. After the competition is over, I can open it and watch. Whoever predicts the most accurately will be the winner. The more matches in the process, the winner will be .”
Hmm... It's a bit like "offering advice in the palm of your hand" in the Three Kingdoms... Ji Ping'an readily agreed.
At this time, the golden-armored guards below began to draw lots, and the entire Grand View Tower fell silent. After a while, the results of the draw came out, and he began to read aloud.
Ji Ping'an noticed that each of these great monks pretended not to care, but whenever he thought of his disciples, their expressions would change slightly.
This suddenly made him feel quite interesting, until he heard from below:
"Luo Huaizhu, duel with the Saint of the State Religion!"
The expressions of the five warlords and a group of veteran Taoists all changed.
"Wow——"
Discussions also broke out in the stands. In this round of competition, two people in the top ten on the list actually faced off, and they were both female monks.
The topic was full of topics, and Mo Lin, Huaiyuan, and Yushou Sect could not contain their smiles.
"Senior Sister Luo..." Mu Yaoyao was startled and dropped the snack bag in her hand.
He couldn't help but look at Luo Huaizhu worriedly, but saw that the girl's expression was as calm as ever.
Without any hesitation, he already picked up Fang Tian's painted halberd, jumped off the stand and fell to the ground.
"Why...why..."
The holy son of the Taoist sect felt like he was struck by lightning. This time he finally didn't match with the same sect, but bumped into a scholar from Huaiyuan.
I was very excited at first, thinking that this time I could avenge my previous shame and make a big splash.
Especially if it also happened to be beating Huaiyuan, wouldn't it be the best opportunity to beat Ji Ping'an's game yesterday?
In the end, he was stabbed in the back by the junior sister next to him... The fight between the two women immediately overshadowed the rest of the duel.
It is conceivable that no matter how hard the Holy Son works, few people will pay attention to him...
After all, in the eyes of the public, although the Holy Son was shameless for cheating on matches, his strength must be extremely high. He would be a sure winner against a scholar with little reputation who was ranked low on the list.
What else is there to see?
Yu Yu ignored his mentally ill senior brother, and his expression became solemn on his delicate white porcelain face.
The red and white Taoist robe moves automatically in the wind, and a sword cord on the wrist is like a small red snake, slowly squirming, taking steps, and floating downwards.
Under the pergola.
"Haha, in this fight between dragon and tiger, there is no need for you to bet on anything else." Gao Mingjing said with a smile.
It's not too big a deal to watch the fun.
This round, Mo Lin's two disciples bumped into Shi Hao and Lin Qin.
In the opinion of the great painter, these two star officials were weak, but Mo Lin was stabilized and felt very relaxed.
He didn't notice that Shi Hao and Lin Qin looked at each other, both eager to try.
"Then how about following what Mr. Mingjing said?" Xueting Monk said with a smile.
Li Guofeng and Chen Daoling looked at each other, their gazes sparking sparks in the air, and they said in unison:
"Just bet on this!"
The officials immediately distributed pens and papers to a group of people. When it was Ji Ping'an's turn, as soon as he picked up the pen, Xu Xiurong's voice came to his ears:
"How sure is Huaizhu?"
The female warden sent the message into the secret room, her eyes filled with worry.
Ji Ping'an didn't answer, just smiled, picked up his pen and began to write down his "prediction" silently.
…
…
On the arena, as the stone walls rose, areas were separated.
A well-known nine monks entered the room.
"Boom!" Luo Huaizhu jumped down like a cannonball, carrying the big halberd, and hit the ground with his feet. The ground under his feet cracked instantly, showing spider web-like cracks.
The thin girl with messy hair raised her head, pursed her lips into a thin line, and looked at Yu Yu opposite.
At this moment, neither of them spoke, and the air was filled with a depressing and solemn atmosphere.
In the audience, both ordinary people and martial artists held their breaths.
In the silence, the golden-armored guard picked up a sledgehammer and smashed the clock:
"The contest begins!"
The moment the bell rang, Luo Huaizhu took the lead, and saw her right foot suddenly slamming onto the ground, and the stars in the sky slowly rotated.
The earth-yellow spiritual essence poured into the earth from his legs. In an instant, the entire arena shook, and messy stones began to roll on the floor like an earthquake.
A low roar penetrated everyone's eardrums.
"Be careful!" a Taoist deacon shouted.
Saint Yu Yu's pupils shrank suddenly, she twisted her slender waist, tapped the tip of her boots lightly on the ground, and retreated backwards like a cannonball!
"boom!!"
At the same time, where she originally stood, a strong and sharp stone pillar with the end bent like a horn was stabbed out.
Not one.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
The roar was continuous, stone pillars rose up one after another, and rocks flew out, chasing Yu Yu's figure like a pile driver, as if trying to pierce her.
There is no pause.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen ferocious earth thorns rose from low to high on the entire arena, surrounding half a circle.
Yu Yu was forced to retreat, and a faint cloud suddenly rose up from under her feet, lifting her up and standing in the air without landing.
This is the trouble with fighting an earth star official. As soon as you land, you enter the opponent's home court.
Although the Taoist sect also has the ability to move mountains and earth, compared to Luo Huaizhu who specializes in this Tao, Yu Yu does not have to use short attacks to move long distances.
"snort!"
Yu Yu stood in mid-air, his eyes looking towards the turbulent earth, his Taoist robes rustling and his sleeves waving.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
I saw a series of triangular flags suddenly flying out, rising in the wind, and falling towards different areas of the arena according to the directions of the stars in the sky.
The flag is like a javelin, and the fine iron flagpole plunges into the earth, causing illusory ripples.
The land that was once turbulent like a river and sea gradually calmed down.
Trying to suppress Luohuaizhu's "geographical advantage" with formations.
Luo Huaizhu was silent, and his left hand hanging by his side suddenly pressed down on the ground beneath his feet.
"Gududu."
In an instant, the ground beneath his feet further softened, as if it had turned into mud, and "bubbles" formed one after another. The flags deployed in all directions trembled violently at the same time.
It made a squeaking sound like acid teeth, as if fighting against an invisible force.
Luo Huaizhu held it in vain with his little hand and "pulled it out" hard!
"boom!"
A flag in the southeast was like a nail, "squeezed" out by the earth, and shot into the air.
Then, there were continuous "bang bang" sounds, and in the blink of an eye, the command flags dropped by Yu Yu were removed one by one.
In mid-air, Yu Yu was not surprised. She didn't expect to use the formation to suppress it, it was just to delay time.
While Ling Qi suppressed Luo Huaizhu, she made a hand seal on her chest and muttered words on her lips.
In an instant, strong winds flew across the arena, fire spewed out of thin air, thick smoke billowed, and "meteorites" struck Luo Huaizhu with flames.
The naive girl held Fang Tian's painted halberd in her right hand, her figure was covered with earthy light, and she made a gesture to dodge.
"Want to leave?" Yu Yu revealed a delicate little tiger tooth at the corner of his mouth, and pointed towards the ground with his right hand.
"call out!"
A silver stream of light fell like raindrops.
The moment it landed, the soil turned into a silver-gray solid, like a drop of ink falling into clear water, and began to smudge crazily around.
…
"The Dao Sect's Tiangang Technique turns the ground into steel!"
Under the pergola of the stands, Master Zhang admired: "It seems that the saint has been prepared for it."
Chen Daoling stroked his beard and smiled, glanced at Li Guofeng, and said calmly:
"In the past, when the Imperial Master created the Star Official System, he also referred to many existing inheritances, such as the swallowing of starlight, which originated from the Great Demon of Xizhou. The five elements' magic techniques were mostly taken from Taoism. As the saying goes, mutual growth and mutual restraint refer to the fact that the ground becomes steel, which is just right. Specializes in breaking through the earth and escaping."
Li Guofeng retorted:
"Elder Chen's words are wrong. The national master has a reference. However, the core of my Xingguan Five Elements is the word 'roy', which is completely different from your Taoist Five Elements technique. How can it be confused."
The two people started to quarrel.
Ji Ping'an shook his head, too lazy to interrupt this boring topic.
When he was still "Zhenren Liyang" in the past, he was originally from a Taoist sect, and later became a star official, so he naturally incorporated many Taoist sect spells.
However, it is indeed a completely different path from the Taoist Tiangang Taoism. The simplest difference is:
Taoist spells are often fixed. For example, the "Riding the Mist and Soaring Clouds" and "Returning the Wind and Returning the Fire" performed by Yu Yu just now are fixed spells cast by chanting secrets and incantations.
However, the star official system has no rules at all. The so-called magic is nothing more than the external manifestation of controlling the five elements.
As for the Taoist formations, they are not suitable for arena battles. After all, they cannot set up the formations in advance without being disturbed... Therefore, in every Grand Prize, the Taoist priests of the formation series suffer unusually.
In the same way, there is also the alchemist line... although they can take drugs and poison, they also have many limitations.
On the contrary, the talisman series is similar to the painter Mo Lin and is less concerned with martial ethics.
In addition, it is worth mentioning that among the thirty-six spells of Tiangang, there is one called "Deriving Yuanyang", which can draw out the yang energy in the caster's body... which is very powerful.
While everyone was talking, the offense and defense on the field changed again.
…
ps: I found that the main factor that hinders me from updating is procrastination. Well, is there any way to defeat procrastination? .
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