Feng Tianyang glanced at Zhang Zhiwei's sleeves, the corners of his eyes twitched, took a deep breath, and said:
"Senior Brother Zhang is so open, then I won't be polite!"
After saying that, he stretched out his hand and made a spell, and a series of harsh screams filled the air.
Then, in the woods outside the venue, some objects flew out of thin air, including a Bagua platform, an offering table, colorful robes, strange-shaped scimitar instruments, two golden bells, several talismans, and even five animal sacrifices such as pig and cow heads. Taste……
Outside the martial arts arena, many people looked at this scene with shocked faces.
"What's going on? How come so many things flew out of thin air? Are you going to have a banquet in the martial arts arena?"
"These things seem to have been hidden in the woods in advance. What kind of method is this? Is it a method of transporting them?"
"Look, the pig's head is still bleeding!"
Among the younger generation, some people are puzzled. They are not good at cultivation and cannot see the secrets with their naked eyes.
But Zhang Zhixiu had Taoist discernment and could clearly see that the objects floating out of thin air were illusory ghosts, and they were moving the objects.
Looking at the bloody pig and cow heads, Zhang Zhiwei smiled: "You went to loot the Lu family's kitchen?"
"Not just the kitchen!" Feng Tianyang chuckled.
"Ha, interesting!"
"There's nothing I can do. Senior Brother Zhang has a high level of cultivation. If he doesn't set up an altar, I will never be able to defeat him!"
Feng Tianyang didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed. He controlled the little devils to carry all kinds of materials and quickly set up the altar.
"But how long will it take you to set up the altar?" Zhang Zhiwei asked. If it took several hours, he was not in the mood to waste it.
Feng Tianyang said: "I, the Liangshan shaman, belong to a small sect. The power of the Dharma altar in the sect is far inferior to that of the Xuanmen's authentic Dharma altar, but the advantage is that it is fast. Just give me a quarter of an hour!"
"Then I'll give you a quarter of an hour!"
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And this scene also caused an uproar outside the venue.
"So this was done to set up a altar?"
Both the older generation and the younger generation all cast strange glances.
It's just a martial arts performance, but you actually want to open a forum to do it?
"Isn't it a little too much to open the forum during the competition? Even if you win, it will be disgraceful!" said Lu Jin, who was watching the battle from behind.
Lu Ci sneered and said: "Humph, as long as you can win, who cares whether your methods are glorious or not? This kid is very scheming. He actually wants to see the Taoist heavenly soldiers, so his words are a bit arrogant. If he can see the superiors, If you lose the Altar Heavenly Soldier, you will lose. If you can’t see him, if you have a chance to defeat Senior Brother Zhang, he will become famous, and he will also make a lot of money. Anyway, no matter what, he won’t lose!”
"Senior Brother Zhang has accepted the move. If the other party starts a fight, can Senior Brother Zhang beat him?" Lu Jin asked.
Lu Ci had transformed into a little fanboy and said with a matter-of-fact expression: "I think it will be easy. Look, Senior Brother Zhang has rolled down one of his sleeves. He probably wants to hang him with one hand!"
As he spoke, Lu Ci glanced at Lu Jin, "It's like hitting you!"
Lu Jin glared at Lu Ci: "Are you different?"
Lu Ci replied: "What's the difference? When I competed with Senior Brother Zhang, both of his sleeves were rolled up!"
"Ah...what's the difference?"
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Lu Ren silently distanced himself from Lu Jin and his stupid brother.
"Feng Tianyang, you embarrassing little beast, get down here quickly!"
Feng Tianyang's elder shouted angrily, "It's such a shame to start the competition during the competition. It's too unscrupulous. As a master, he can't afford to disgrace this person."
"Brother Feng, don't be angry. It's normal for young people to be competitive!" said Lu Jin's father, Lu Xuan.
Then Lu Xuan looked at Zhang Jingqing: "Master Tian, what do you think?"
"Since my evil disciple has agreed, just do it!" Zhang Jingqing said in a deep voice.
Zuo Ruotong picked up a cup of tea: "This competition is getting more and more interesting!"
In the martial arts arena, the altar was quickly set up under the orderly manipulation of a group of kiddies.
Feng Tianyang stood in front of an altar table, holding two master swords, wearing a wizard's robe and a yaksha-like Nuo mask on his face. He raised his hand to cast the Liangshan witchcraft spell. At the same time, he stepped on Yu steps and recited the mantra. He held two master swords in his hands. The knife was raised high above his head, and the blades struck and pulled.
The sound of "ding, ding, ding" was accompanied by the harsh friction sound of the blades clashing, and the strange practices of the witchcraft lineage began.
Zhang Zhiwei focused his attention on the magical weapon called the Master's Sword in Feng Tianyang's hand.
Shi Dao, also known as Bell Dao and Xiang Dao, is a percussive musical instrument of the Manchu, Zhuang, Miao, Yao, Dong, Tujia, Han and other ethnic groups. It is called Hama Knife in Manchu and Shaman Knife in Northeast China.
The back, tip and handle of this kind of knife are drilled with a number of small holes. There are three to five small iron rings connected in series in the small holes, so when it is danced, it will make a jingling sound.
Taoist methods generally do not engage in such things. Most of them are peach wood swords or seven-star magic swords.
For general practice, a mahogany sword is enough. If it is a very grand ritual that requires hundreds or even thousands of people to perform the ritual together, Taoists will often invite the seven-star magic sword from the town sect to perform it.
There is one of these Suppressing Magic Swords in Longhu Mountain. It is one of the three male and female evil-killing swords among the Three Treasures of the Celestial Master passed down by the ancestral Celestial Master Zhang Daoling. This sword has been enshrined and cultivated in the dojo for nearly two thousand years.
As for the true appearance of this magic sword, Zhang Zhiwei has never seen it. This treasure will not be taken out of Longhu Mountain until it is a matter of life and death.
Soon, the quarter hour is up.
Feng Tianyang's practice was coming to an end, and a terrifying and depressing atmosphere swept over the surroundings. Not only the martial arts arena, but also everyone in the entire courtyard felt it.
"Ding ding ding..."
The bell sound emitted by the master's knife is ethereal, monotonous, without any rhythm, but it goes straight into the heart. Every strike brings about the resonance of the air, and the eardrums, scalp, and even penetrate deep into the bones, jumping and trembling with the sound of the bell.
The yaksha-like Nuo mask on Feng Tianyang's face became more and more ferocious, and his dancing movements became more and more exaggerated and abstract, as strange as the frame of a picture.
"Are you here? It feels like a medium again. If the heavenly soldiers come down from the altar, will you borrow the medium from that medium?" Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself.
When he looked up, he saw many dense blood stains blooming out of thin air in the sky.
Feng Tianyang raised his master's sword high and pointed it at Zhang Zhiwei.
A shrill ghost scream rang out, and blood marks in the air suddenly rushed toward Zhang Zhiwei.
These blood marks could not be clearly seen by those with low cultivation levels in the audience, but Zhang Zhiwei could clearly see that they were three-foot-sized bloody human figures that were constantly twisting.
"This is a kind of spirit that I specially support in my Liangshan witchcraft. It is called the Dharma-Breaking Evil Spirit. It is condensed from extremely filthy places. It is invisible to the naked eye and cannot be attacked with physical means. They can contaminate magic weapons and magic power. , Senior Brother Zhang, I know that your Golden Light Spell at Longhu Mountain is a unique one, but don’t let it get your hands on it!”
Dense blood-colored figures flew through the air, but did not cause the slightest disturbance in the air.
"Can't reach it with physical means? It can break my golden light. I want to try!"
Zhang Zhiwei did not dodge or dodge, allowing the blood shadow to attack wantonly.
Dozens of bloody figures hugged the tall Zhang Zhiwei like zombies coming out of their cages, and bursts of sounds like sulfuric acid corrosion rang out.
These bloody figures were frantically attacking the golden light, but Zhang Zhiwei was as stable as Mount Tai, and the golden light did not tremble.
This law-breaking evil spirit does have a law-breaking effect, but the effect is not obvious when it affects Zhang Zhiwei.
These dozens of spell-breaking evil spirits were almost annihilated, but they did not even burn through the surface of the golden light, leaving only dots of blood on the surface of the golden light.
However, most people can't tell the difference in this scene, because they can't see the figure of the law-breaking evil spirit. They can only see Zhang Zhiwei's body covered in golden light, with a faint blood glow all over his body, and the golden light rattles, but there is no trace of it. Strange.
"The idea is very good. It does restrain body protection methods similar to the Golden Light Curse, but the method is a bit shallow!"
Zhang Zhiwei's body shook, golden light spread, and all the spell-breaking evil spirits were instantly wiped out.
Then, with a thought in his mind, the blood-stained golden light around him transformed into energy, gathered together, and turned into a golden bean.
With a flick of his finger, the golden bean shot out of the air and pointed directly at Feng Tianyang's eyebrows.
But at the moment when it was about to hit, a tall and mighty general suddenly appeared in front of Feng Tianyang, blocking the blow for Feng Tianyang.
This military general was wearing golden armor, with five-color flags on his back, and his face was painted blue and white. He looked like an actor on the stage, and he spoke in a measured tone.
"I am the Dharma Master who is sitting down and the divine general. My Dharma Master is here. Taoist, why don't you bow down quickly!"
"God general?"
Zhang Zhiwei took a look and saw that the general's figure was slightly illusory, made of pure air, but there was a demonic turbidity hidden in the pure air.
"These are the Heavenly Soldiers from the Lower Altar, the rampant generals in the Five Rampant Arms. Since there are rampant generals, there should also be rampant soldiers!"
As soon as Zhang Zhiwei finished speaking, Feng Tianyang danced again in front of the altar, performing a weird sacrificial dance.
During the roundabout steps, the cassocks fluttered and the sacred bells rang.
At the same time, one after another rampant soldiers emerged from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, they blocked the entire martial arts field.
These heavenly soldiers, five rampant soldiers and horses, all stared at Zhang Zhiwei with cold eyes.
There is no need to talk nonsense, the war is about to begin.
