Could it be that the "Saint Girl" is here! ?
The lights illuminated the banquet hall, making the night outside the door look particularly dark.
In the quiet and tense atmosphere, when the blind old Taoist uttered this reminder, the five of Ji Ping'an ended their "conversation", drew their attention away from the sound transmission, and looked towards the door.
For no reason, Ji Ping'an's heart tightened and he began to imagine what Xue Ji looked like in this life. She was very similar to that of the past.
Referring to Xiao Xu and Huayang, although the appearance has changed, it is not completely unrelated. I don’t know whether it is a coincidence or some kind of destiny:
There will still be many similarities in appearance, dress, and momentum.
But there are exceptions, such as the chubby little God Emperor next to him... his appearance obviously has nothing to do with his previous life.
However, the next moment, Ji Ping'an realized that he had thought too much.
The person walking outside the hall was neither Xue Ji nor the owner of Qianjiao Island.
Cold wind poured into the hall, and two figures emerged from the darkness one after the other.
The leader is wearing a large dark red robe. He is tall and thin, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist - this is a common dress for folk magicians.
In the mortal world, jugglers often hide a large number of "props" in their robes.
Just from the arched back, the scattered gray and dry hair, and the gray wrinkles on the exposed skin, one can tell that he is old.
The face was indeed covered with half an oil paint mask, and the scarred and distorted face could be vaguely seen.
The eyes in the two holes dug in the mask were sinister and cold, showing a disregard for life.
"Sure enough, it's really ugly! Is this Cai Xi Shi, the notorious Qimen villain in Lanzhou?"
This idea also appeared in the minds of Ji Pingan and others.
After all, this iconic look is highly consistent with the description of Blind Old Taoist.
And behind the colorful actor, one step behind, there is a weirdo every step of the way.
His body is also tall, and his face is that of an adult man, but his hands are extremely long, almost hanging down to his knees. His body is thickly hairy, like an under-evolved gorilla, and the muscles of his limbs are knotted and full of oppression.
The blind Taoist lowered his voice and explained:
"That's the apprentice of Cai Xishi, and also a pet."
"Pet?" Ji Pingan raised his eyebrows.
The blind old Taoist said "Yes" and said with emotion:
"It is said that this man was bought from Ren Yazi by Cai Xishi when he was young. He was raised among apes and monkeys. He was raised with a special medicinal soup. His skin was cut, and monkey hair was planted into it to make it grow. He became a The hair on the whole body of the 'human ape' has become ingrained. Then they are driven into the busy city to perform busking... This is also one of the tricks."
Hey... he is indeed a pervert!
Yu Yu's eyes changed, and the simple Taoist saint was filled with indignation and horror.
The blind old man continued:
"But later, after the showman became stronger, this 'human ape' was also tamed as his personal guard. He can be regarded as a martial artist and his proud disciple to others."
Beside the table, the two girls guarding the soul lamps showed pity on their faces.
Compared with Cai Xishi, although the old Taoist priest is moody, he is actually a good master in comparison.
It can only be said that it all depends on the support of peers.
As the entertainer entered the banquet hall, the atmosphere became more and more depressing, and everyone's eyes quickly moved away, fearing that they would avoid him.
To make an analogy, it was like a great white shark swimming into the lake. Experts including the Poison Dragon Layman, the Yellow Turban Hercules, etc. also frowned and were unwilling to conflict with it.
However, Cai Shi took the initiative to speak.
The old man wearing a dark red robe and a half-mask walked into the hall with his hands behind his back, looked at the empty seat of honor, and smiled:
"Have the island owner and the saint not arrived yet? It seems that they are familiar with us, so why are they so quiet?"
The old man's voice was hoarse, unpleasant, and as sharp as a rusty broken gong.
No one responded, so he slowly sat down at the table and said with a smile:
"In other words, everyone knows that this mage is very interested in the saint and is bound to win her, so they know that they are outmatched and are ready to give her away."
The tone was arrogant and provocative.
This attitude finally made some people unhappy. Fortunately for Brother Qimen, a warrior present suddenly looked at him angrily.
As we all know, warriors are the most disliked and looked down upon by generals, let alone those who join the Demon Cult. He immediately said:
"You old guy..."
"boom!"
In the next second, the demon cultivator sitting in the corner didn't even utter the word "husband", and then saw an afterimage flash suddenly.
The "human ape" appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, punched out with a fist as big as a sand bowl, and the Demon Cult warrior screamed, his chest sunken, and there was a crisp sound of bone cracking.
The man was like a sandbag, his feet were lifted off the ground after being beaten, he flew backwards, knocked over the round table, and the cups and plates were in a mess. In the blink of an eye, he hit a red painted wooden pillar, spitting blood from his mouth, and passed out.
This change happened very quickly. By the time everyone reacted, the tragedy had already happened, but the actor was still sitting leisurely in the armchair, with a cold look on his twisted face:
"Noisy."
There was brief silence.
Immediately, an uproar broke out in the originally quiet banquet hall. Obviously, no one expected that the entertainer would get into a fight on this occasion.
Injuring "brothers" in the church.
Ji Ping'an looked at the old Taoist priest connotatively, as if to say:
Didn't you just say that the opera master would not take action, but would hold a grudge at most?
The blind old Taoist's expression froze. With the advantage of being blind, he could not see the former's gaze.
"Color Master, what do you mean?"
Finally, someone spoke, and it was the eldest brother among the four yellow scarf warriors who spoke, who said expressionlessly:
"With the Holy Religion, you are acting too domineering."
The other warriors stood in unison and stared angrily.
The entertainer smiled, but his provocation became more intense:
"Domineering? This mage has always been like this. Don't you, brother of the Huang family, not know it? Don't try to use the 'Holy Religion' to suppress me. Since those present have joined the religion, they should know their superiority and inferiority. This gathering of this mage is for the purpose of running. The saint daughter and her husband are here, and when I take the saint daughter into my wife, you and the others will all become subordinates. Subordinates have no respect for their superiors, so teach them a lesson in advance. What's wrong with that?"
"Ha," in the corner, the disheveled Poison Dragon layman, busy picking vegetables and drinking wine, laughed sarcastically:
"That's quite a big statement. It's like the saint is already the object of your bed."
The colorist glanced coldly and said:
"Oh? Do you want to fight with this mage? You are a poisonous person. I'm afraid the words under your robe have already rotted away."
Poison Dragon layman had a cold face and retorted:
"It would be a waste of time to give that piece of beautiful meat to an ugly monster like you."
While talking, he seemed to treat the saint as an object.
Next to him, he sat in a group, hugging his elbows and chewing until his mouth was full of oil. He looked like one of those obese nuns who were indifferent to the world. He raised his fat hand, wiped his mouth, and said without saltiness or indifference:
"Okay, why bother talking nonsense? Do you want to do this stupid test? Why don't you come here to have a meal instead of competing for seats? If you have anything to say, why don't you just say it."
One of the Yellow Turban Warriors also spoke:
"The nun is right. If you just want to establish your authority, why would you beat up an unknown person?"
As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the "human ape" not far away, and shouted:
"How about trying it with someone?"
The actor raised his eyebrows. He came today just to establish his authority and test his opponent. Hearing this, he readily agreed and said to the "human ape" who was standing aside blankly:
"Let's go and try."
Ji Ping'an sat in the distance and watched with cold eyes. He found that the artist had no intention of doing it himself, and he immediately knew his plan:
Under the premise that there is no absolute gap in cultivation, the outcome of the battle depends largely on tactics and momentum.
The showman may seem domineering and provocative, but in fact, firstly, he is trying to suppress the whole audience in terms of momentum. Secondly, he is screening out powerful enemies and sending out "disciples" to test them and obtain as much information as possible.
At this time, the thick-haired and low-intelligence ape roared, stamped his feet on the ground, and instantly pulled out his afterimage to attack the table of wrestlers.
The four yellow scarf warriors seemed to have the same mind. The three of them did not move. Only the nearest one, who had just spoken out, stood up.
As soon as he stood up, the joints all over his body made a sound like exploding copper peas. His originally short body grew taller and taller, especially his two arms, which swelled and lengthened, and his breath rose, and he punched out.
Fighting with the apes brazenly.
"boom!"
The two non-human beings collided, their fists met at the center, and circles of air waves exploded, tearing the air apart and whipping up strong winds.
The tablecloths around him shook and the tableware collided. Even at Ji Ping'an's table in the distance, they could clearly feel the vibration. The milky white soup in the ocean bowl on the table was undulating, as if it was about to splash out.
Ji Ping'an gently pressed the desk, and the shock was instantly wiped away. The soul lamp next to him also flickered gently, and the surroundings returned to calm.
Amid the crashing sound, the man-ape and the yellow-turbaned warrior grunted at the same time, and the former took a few steps back to remove the impact. The latter stood at the table, unable to retreat, and endured all his strength.
It seemed that he had the upper hand, but in fact he suffered a heavy loss. The muscles on his strong body were rippling like water, his face was pale, and his expression was stern.
The group of warriors around them also fell silent, feeling horrified.
Unexpectedly, the eldest among the warriors used all his strength to fight, and he was evenly matched with the disciples of Cai Xishi, and even suffered a painful loss.
You must know that since the recovery of Lingsu, in just a few months, these Jianghu people have rarely discussed each other, and their estimation of each other's strength lags far behind the reality.
The four brothers of the Yellow Turban Warriors thought that their confidence had grown with their recent growth in cultivation, but now it seems that they can't even take down a crippled ape.
The other three were about to stand up and take action together, but the eldest brother stopped them. He shook his head slightly, then took a deep look at the opera artist who was watching the show with a smile in the distance, and sat down with a cold snort.
No more words.
Obviously, it means giving in... This can certainly be understood as not wanting to reveal too much strength or be injured by the ape, which will affect the subsequent seating arrangement, but it can also be understood as retreat.
But with this retreat, the momentum completely dropped.
The entertainer smiled and said, "Continue."
Then, the man-ape punched him, but it seemed to have no effect at all. He turned around and walked straight towards the poisonous dragon layman in the corner.
Poison Dragon layman looked ugly and snorted coldly. One of his eyes between his long hair showed a strange vertical pupil. He suddenly opened his mouth and shot out a stream of green smoke like an arrow.
In an instant, the believers who were closer felt chills all over, their heads were dizzy, their stomachs were rumbling, and they showed signs of illness.
The hair on the body of the brute-powerful ape also turned green, with unknown contamination.
The steps became hollow and weak.
"Hmph." The actor's eyes narrowed, and he raised the sleeves of his dark red robe, revealing an old hand like a chicken's claw. He pointed it like a sword and pointed it at the wine cup on the table.
Immediately, streams of red and green liquid spurted out from his fingertips and poured into the wine cup.
The poisonous gas on the ape's body quickly subsided, and he regained his strength, roared, and punched out.
Poison Dragon layman's pupils contracted and he struck out with a palm. The gourd in front of him rotated and firmly resisted the punch.
As a "mage", he was not good at close combat. He and his seat were beaten and slashed backwards. Large malignant sores also appeared on the ape's arms. The hair fell off and pustules appeared.
The opera artist fished it out in his robe, and a palm-sized brazier appeared in his hand, burning brightly.
Illusive flames rose up from the ape's body, burning the skin of his arms into charcoal, and sprouted new shoots again. However, the man who was raised as an "ape" gritted his sharp teeth and did not cry out in pain.
Still staring at the Poison Dragon layman, until the latter looked away with an ugly expression, he then turned to look at the table of female nuns.
The fat on the leader's nun's cheeks trembled, and she suddenly smiled and said:
"We are women and have no interest in saints, so we will not fight with you."
Taohua'an is from the Buddhist "mage" lineage, and he is also not good at close combat, and is better at attacking the mind, but this man-ape is obviously mentally confused, like a wild beast, and he is just restrained.
Wow——
Suddenly, there was a noise in the entire banquet hall. It all happened very quickly. Although all parties did not take full action, they were just testing.
But many times, the reason why masters want to "test" is to judge each other's strength and weakness at the lowest cost.
In the blink of an eye, Cai Xishi defeated the two powerful enemies of the Yellow Turban Warrior and the Poison Dragon Layman, and Taohua Temple also tactfully expressed its concession.
How could this not shock the congregants?
With such a performance, if there are no accidents, the rest of the positions in this ranking are hard to say, but for the position of "leader", that is, the candidate for the saint's husband, Cai Shi has a certain chance of winning.
The entertainer smiled and did not take action against the nuns.
Until now, everything has been as he expected. He has been in the Lanzhou arena for many years, and he knows how many competitors there are.
At this time, he turned his head and scanned the people in the hall. The believers he looked at all avoided their sight. He couldn't help but become more and more proud, and finally his eyes fell on the blind old Taoist who was lying aside in a low profile.
"Go on." The artist said.
The orangutan, who had recovered from the pain, twisted his neck, turned around and headed towards where Blind Old Dao and Ji Ping'an were.
This scene also attracted the attention of everyone.
The blind old Taoist looked indifferent and did not mention the soul lamp, and smiled:
"What is this? Pindao didn't speak before."
Compared with others, Cai Xi Shi is particularly wary of old Taoist priests, which means a lot:
"Old blind man, aren't you here for the saint?"
The blind Taoist priest sighed:
"I am not well-off. I have already exhausted my efforts to raise two female apprentices. How can I think of marrying another wife?"
When the opera master heard this, he leaned forward and still stared at him, refusing to give an inch:
"That's not necessarily true. If you're not greedy, why would you take care of two little girls all day? It's better to give it a try after all."
The blind old Taoist frowned, secretly complaining about bad luck.
He originally wanted to keep a low profile and pass by, but his own strength was here, and unlike the nuns in Taohua Temple who had gender advantages, Cai Xishi was bound to win, so he obviously didn't want to believe what he said.
But what if we take action?
Thinking of the uneasiness lingering in his heart and feeling sorry for the lamp oil in the lamp, the old Taoist priest suddenly had an idea and stood up and said:
"Pindao still has something to do..."
"Where to go?"
"Try him!"
The tall, burly, red-haired man-ape with an ominous aura roared, followed the wind with a punch, and smashed towards the old Taoist priest.
But unexpectedly, as the blind Taoist priest stepped back, he suddenly appeared behind Ji Ping'an and others.
"ah--"
Some people exclaimed, but they did not expect that the young scholar and his group would suffer a terrible disaster. They were about to be used as a shield for the old Taoist priest just like the congregants who had been affected before.
Some even looked away, finding the blood plasma scene disgusting.
However, the poisonous dragon layman, the yellow scarf warrior, the fat nun and others discovered that the unfamiliar scholar who was raising a glass and drinking had an indifferent expression, as if he didn't care at all and was unmoved.
He just paused slightly with the hand holding the wine cup and said, "Capture him."
The next second, the puppet sitting next to him, carrying a book box, punched out suddenly, and the world collapsed.
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