Hearing the words of the old Yin official, the skinny monk did not hide his dissatisfaction. He glanced at the old Yin official angrily, then went straight back to the middle of the stone platform and sat down cross-legged.
According to the rules of the Immortal Palace, if the winner of the contest is not satisfied with the immortal's discussion, the latter can compete again without being awarded the magic talisman. However, this is the last battle for the silver talisman, and those who have thought about the silver talisman have almost never thought about it before. They were all on board, and the remaining people either wanted to get their hands on the golden talisman, or they thought they were no match for Fan Seng, so after the timer was reset, no one outside the field came up to challenge.
Seeing that no one came on stage, the old Yin official's face became more and more ugly. He frowned and looked around. Everyone in his sight lowered their eyebrows and lowered their heads.
At this moment, Changsheng suddenly heard the subtle sound of breaking wind. Since everyone on his side was sitting in the northeast position, and the sound of breaking wind came from the due west, Changsheng immediately noticed that Gongsun Chengwei had his hands hanging down. Sleeve movement.
Just when Changsheng was wondering why Gongsun Chengwei secretly issued a concealed weapon and what kind of concealed weapon it was, a young man in the northwest suddenly covered his head and jumped, "Oops."
There was originally silence in the Immortal Palace, but the young man's exclamation instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Seeing that everyone was staring at him, the young man was a little confused. He raised his hand to rub his eyes and wiped away the sleep from the corner of his mouth. "What happened? What do you want me to do?"
"This is the sixth silver talisman competition. Do you want to take the stage to challenge?" Long Haotian said.
"What? Game 6?" The young man suddenly woke up, "Oops, I almost overslept."
As soon as the young man said this, there was a burst of laughter outside the venue. In fact, this was not the first time that this young man made everyone laugh. Previously, the Miao girl had been scornful when she was asked by the Earth God. This man had stood up to reprimand and urged Miao. The female Haosheng replied, saying that she was invulnerable to all poisons and had magic weapons in her hands. She originally wanted to fight for the silver charm, but she was in a hurry now. If the Miao girl wanted to fight two more times, she would delay it for two hours for no reason. He immediately went to the stage to snatch the bronze talisman from the Earth God, and asked the Miao girl to draw water from the bamboo basket in vain.
After the young general appeared, he opened the fairy palace and let everyone go out to relieve themselves. The young man was relieved of his internal worries and no longer had any worries. After returning, he felt so relaxed that he actually fell asleep.
The young man had completely come to his senses at this time, and hurriedly rushed to the elderly Yin official on the stage, bending down and cupping his hands, "May I ask the immortal, is it not too late for me to take the stage now?"
The old Yin official was troubled by the fact that no one came on stage to challenge him. Hearing the young man's words, he immediately nodded in response, indicating that he could come on stage.
Seeing the old Yin official nodding, the young man hurriedly moved sideways, came to the corridor and quickly stepped onto the stage.
Since the change of position was right next to the departure of the position, when the young man came to the front row, he cupped his fists and cupped his hands at Long Haotian, thanking him in a low voice. He was not stupid, so he naturally knew that Long Haotian had woken him up.
Seeing that the young man was not holding a weapon, Long Haotian thought he had left the weapon in a hurry and hurriedly reminded him in a low voice, "Where's the knife?"
The young man smiled and patted his waist bag, indicating that the weapon was in the waist bag.
Seeing that the young man was close to Long Haotian, Shi Xuanming was quite surprised, "They seem to be old acquaintances."
Changsheng shook his head, "No, Long Haotian gave him a water bag earlier."
"Did he use that water bag?" Shi Xuanming said.
"Whether it's used or not, he has to ask Long Haotian for a favor." Changsheng said casually.
While the two were talking, the young man had already strode onto the stage, bowed his hands to the elderly Yin official, and introduced himself to his family. He only said that he was from Jiannan Road and was the young owner of Yunxi Villa, named Yang Yizhi.
"In the imperial martial arts competition back then, it seemed that there was no such sect as Yunxi Villa." Shi Xuanming said.
Changsheng said, "Jiannan Road is far away in the southwest border, adjacent to Tubo. It is even further away from Central China than Qianzhong Road. As the saying goes, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. Don't say that the imperial court may not know that there is such a sect. Even if they know, they Nor will he obey the orders of the imperial court."
Seeing someone coming to the stage to challenge, the skinny monk stood up straight. When Yang Yi came forward, he bowed his hands in greeting. He clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's call. The names of the monks from Tianzhu were different from those of the monks from China. They were a lot of chatty words.
When the drum sounded, Yang Yizhi said, "Master, I want to say hello to you in advance. I am not only good at swordsmanship but also proficient in poison. You should be more careful."
"I'm not afraid," said the skinny monk.
Seeing that the other party was so confident, Yang Yizhi said no more, and then took half a step back, raised his hand sideways, and opened his posture.
Hearing that Yang Yizhi was proficient in poison techniques, the old Yin official placed a spiritual energy barrier around the stone platform to prevent everyone outside the venue from being affected.
The moment the drum beat suddenly stopped, Yang Yizhi immediately rushed to attack. This person was cultivated in Dongyuan, and his body skills were quite good. He had no roots at his feet and was like a butterfly among flowers. He flickered erratically and changed his moves very quickly, without waiting. The moves can be changed quickly with old stools.
Although the thin monk had fought three times before, he was not injured. In addition, Yang Yizhi was sleeping soundly during the previous fight, so he did not know his details. Within three rounds, Yang Yizhi received a slap on the chest.
A man's arms are usually two to two and a half feet long. The skinny monk's right arm can be extended by a few feet after reaching the limit. In close combat, let alone a foot, even a few inches can be occupied. Although he had the advantage, fortunately, the power was reduced after Fan Seng's arm was extended. Although Yang Yizhi stumbled back with this palm, it did not hurt his internal organs.
Yang Yizhi had never seen such a weird Kung Fu, and he couldn't recover for a moment. After being hit in the palm, he immediately recoiled and hit again. He never thought that he would be hit again a few rounds later. Only then did he realize that the opponent was Having special abilities should not be underestimated.
"Master, be careful, I'm going to use poison." After Yang Yizhi said this, he waved his right sleeve back, and a puff of red mist enveloped the thin monk.
"My lord, what kind of poison did he use?" Shi Xuanming asked casually.
"Looking at the color, it should be crane crown red." Changsheng said.
Although the skinny monk had advanced cultivation and many supernatural powers, his physical skills were unsatisfactory. When he saw his opponent being poisoned, he did not attack to stop him. Instead, he clasped his hands together and hurriedly recited a spell to activate his body-protecting magical powers.
Seeing the poisonous mist approaching, but the monk was not poisoned and fell to the ground, Yang Yizhi hurriedly waved his left sleeve again, and this time a cloud of black powder was spilled.
"What kind of poison is this?" Shi Xuanming asked again.
"It's very similar to Aconitum." Changsheng replied.
The skinny monk still stood with his hands clasped together, using his body-protecting powers to bear the poisonous mist.
After spilling the black poisonous powder, Yang Yizhi immediately stepped back. After waiting for a while, Fan Seng was not poisoned. Yang Yizhi was very angry and sprinkled all the black poison powder he carried on Fan Seng.
Fan Monk's body-protecting magical power is different from the spiritual energy barrier. Although it can protect the body and self-protection, it cannot prevent the poisonous powder from approaching. Yang Yi spilled a packet of black poisonous powder, which directly caused Fan Monk to have a black head and black face, leaving only two eyes. .
Although Monk Fan was not poisoned, he was choked by the poisonous powder and hurriedly moved away, patting his head and wiping his face.
Yang Yizhi thought he had an opportunity, and hurriedly stepped forward, hoping to take the opportunity to make up for it. Unexpectedly, Fan Seng did not take it lightly. When he got close, he immediately elbowed him sideways. This time, he did not use the magical power of long legs and arms. He was full of strength and directly Yang Yizhi was hit so hard that he vomited blood and fell backwards.
After severely injuring Yang Yizhi, Fan Seng clasped his hands together again and put on a calm expression.
Yang Yizhi's right hand had already touched the weapon in his waist pouch. Seeing Fan Monk hold it so big, a little evil smile appeared on his lips. He then took out a fist-sized porcelain bottle from his waist pouch, pulled out the cork and sprinkled the powder on Fan. monk.
"These gray-yellow poisonous powders have hidden silver light. They must be rare and highly poisonous. I don't know if this person's body-protecting magical power can withstand it." Shi Xuanming said.
"These powders are not poison." Changsheng smiled and shook his head.
"Huh?" Shi Xuanming tilted his head in confusion.
"He spread white phosphorus..."
