All kinds of spells flew out from different floors and all tangled up on the red-haired Taoist.
The red-haired Taoist seemed to know that he was outmatched by everyone. Once he was in danger, he unfolded the scroll and used the powerful charm on the scroll to spontaneously deflect all attacks.
Obviously, he was aware of the beauty of this scroll, so he dared to snatch the scroll in the mountain city.
But at this moment, a scholar standing on the second floor took action.
But when he saw the scholar, he scolded him in a deep voice.
Recite poems orally.
Put two fingers together to point to the pen.
It was actually mobilizing the aura of awe-inspiring force.
As soon as the aura of awe-inspiring power condensed, many demons around him became furious and immediately ran away from the scholar, for fear of being contaminated by the aura of awe-inspiring power.
In the past few years, demons and monsters who have committed evil deeds have used their countless lives to prove the power of the awe-inspiring spirit.
This kind of power, which is not stored in any practitioner's body at all, is also powerful with almost no rules.
As long as the situation is right and the state is right, a user of Haoran Qi who is still in the enlightenment stage can kill an evil ghost that has been around for many years or a monster that has been cultivated for hundreds of years.
It can only be said that this kind of power is too specific for monsters and monsters.
The white light was like a thunderbolt, sweeping across the lobby and into the air.
The black smoke on the red-haired Taoist's body billowed, and seemed to be dispersed by the white light.
As the scholar read out a sentence: "Holding three feet in hand, we can fix the mountains and rivers, and drink together at home from all over the world." Capture all the evil spirits and return them to the net of the earth, collect the remnants and traitors and perish them in the sky.'
Layers of white light fell down and turned into a mighty sword.
Under the majesty of this awe-inspiring sword, the red-haired Taoist could hardly maintain his flying spell and fell from mid-air.
Seeing that Haoran's sword was about to be chopped down, the red-haired Taoist opened the scroll again.
In the scroll, the majestic charm, mixed with ferocious martial intent, had a head-on collision with the Sword of Haoran.
This time, Cao Zhe's left and right hands exchanged punches.
Cao Zhe watched it with great interest upstairs.
"There is a scholar named Laoning!"
"This thief should be captured by people from our mountain city!" A giant dog fell from above and then transformed into a man in black robes.
The scholar put away his awe-inspiring aura and said to the man in black robe: "Brother Mastiff, why should you be polite to me? It's all for..."
"Okay! No need to say more, contain your awe-inspiring aura." As he spoke, the man in black robe was not afraid of the awe-inspiring aura that had not dissipated, and rushed directly towards the red-haired Taoist.
"Hey! He is really a righteous god!"
"A heavenly dog actually guards the gate of a mountain city in the mortal world... It's a bit interesting." Don't get me wrong, it's not Cao Zhe who said this.
It's Gouzi, a second-rate guy.
He was standing aside, touching his chin, imitating Cao Zhe's tone, and speaking seriously.
As for why he knew that the man in black robe was a righteous god?
Isn't this obvious?
If it weren't for the righteous god with the blessings of heaven and earth, who would dare to rush forward with the Haoran sword condensed with the awe-inspiring energy?
Although the scholar's condensed Haoran Sword is infinitely different from the one used by Cao Zhe, the characteristics of Haoran Qi itself are still very difficult to deal with.
"Yordle! Who do you think will win in this battle?"
"Is it a tengu? Or a red-haired old man? Or that scholar?"
"I think he's a scholar! I'll bet a hundred gold coins." Gouzi said to the yordle in a very doggy manner.
At the same time, he secretly wanted to flatter Cao Zhe.
After all...he thought that Cao Zhe was the founder of Haoran Qi, so he would naturally not watch his disciples being bullied.
At this time, Cao Zhe took out the palace lantern, looked at the spirit ghost in the palace lantern, and then opened the lampshade.
"What do you think?"
"Master of Mountain City!" Cao Zhe asked the spirit ghost floating in the palace lantern.
Gouzi and the yordle turned around at the same time, and when they saw the spirit ghost, their faces showed a look of surprise.
The specific performance of the dog was to stick out its tongue longer, while the yordle tried to stand on tiptoes, and then held its head as high as possible to avoid being seen in the embarrassing Mediterranean.
What may be more uncomfortable for ghosts than being bald is that being short... makes it difficult to avoid the gaze of others.
The spirit ghost floated out from the lamp, still looking small, sitting on the lampshade of the palace lantern, looking at Cao Zhe and saying with a sweet smile: "How could this slave know?"
"Who wins and who loses... doesn't it all depend on what your master thinks?"
Going back to before entering the market, Fang Xiangshi's last "guidance" from both ends actually seemed a bit deliberate if you think about it carefully.
It would be even more suspicious if Cao Zhe happened to encounter a spirit ghost being auctioned off.
Of course, Cao Zhe was able to completely identify that the seemingly weak spirit ghost was actually the master of the mountain city, and it was because of his identification skills...
Otherwise what is it?
Although Cao Zhe has amazing supernatural powers and magic power.
But the spirit ghost in front of me is not simple, and its current appearance is a specially split 'incarnation' of its body, which is used to go through the world of mortals and escape from difficulties.
Unless Cao Zhe uses all his abilities and insists on doing calculations, he won't be able to tell anything even if he takes a second look.
As for Cao Zhe's identity being exposed, it is also obvious.
After all, Cao Zhe has been holding the palace lantern, and his mind-bending spells are not effective on others, nor on the ghost ghosts who have been following him.
"You can also have the final say."
"As long as you are willing to cooperate with me." Cao Zhe said with a smile.
The spirit ghost jumped up and turned into the size of a normal human next to Cao Zhe.
"Master, how do you want the slave family to cooperate? How dare the slave family not do their best?" Ling Gui said softly, with a kind of tenderness and compassion in his voice.
"oh?"
"Then I ask you to raise your left foot and wrap it around the back of your neck, and then you lick your heel with your tongue. Do you do the same?" Cao Zhe asked.
? ? ?
Ling Gui looked at Cao Zhe in extreme surprise, his eyes becoming resentful and strange.
The dogs and yordles on the side showed laughing expressions at the same time, and then clapped their hands to each other.
Cao Zhe stroked his forehead. Maybe he had been with Gouzi and the others for a little longer, and he was infected by the sand sculpture temperament!
The sentence above doesn’t count!
Start over!
Cao Zhe calmly deleted the relevant memories of everyone present except himself, and then said to the spirit ghost: "In that case, why don't the mountain master dance a Qiuci song?"
The spirit ghost was clearly a ghost, but his cheeks were red at the moment, and the look he looked at Cao Zhe was both delicate and charming, but also green and pure.
The movements and costumes of Kucha dance are quite bold in this era.
Even in ordinary brothels, there are not many artists who are willing to dance.
Most of the people who dance Kucha dance are Orchid.
"Hey! Master, are you teasing me?" Ling Gui turned around, but a ribbon fell down and floated towards Cao Zhe.
The other end of the ribbon is her slender waist, as if to imply that she can go upstairs for a secret conversation.
"No! I'm just telling you, if you can't do it, don't beep!" The smile on Cao Zhe's face suddenly faded, and then he said.
At this time, in the sky above the lobby, Tengu had gradually taken control of the situation.
Although the red-haired Taoist relied on the power of the scroll, the scroll could only passively defend and could not actively attack.
The Tengu found this flaw, constantly tempting the red-haired Taoist to take action, and restricting him from escaping.
As time passed, the red-haired Taoist had lost his strength and was distracted. He was about to reveal his flaws and be captured by the Tengu in one fell swoop.
