Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 89

Xiahou Mengding looked at the Taoist priest's thin body and smiled disdainfully: "With your body, how dare you come up to fight me? I'm afraid your bones would be broken if I didn't shoot you down."

The Taoist priest named Zhao Yujia ignored him and just drew his sword from behind.

A wooden sword.

It is not a rare thing for Taoists to use peach wood swords more, but Xiahou Mengding laughed loudly: "A wooden sword? Just this wooden sword can't even break my desolate armor!"

Zhao Yujia took a long breath, turned to face Lei Mengsha, pointed at Xiahou Mengding and said, "Examiner, can I beat him now?"

Lei Mengsha waved his hand: "Please go ahead!"

"Flying sword!" Zhao Yujia waved his hand, and the mahogany sword in his hand flew away. He swung his right hand violently, and the mahogany sword turned into a phantom white sword, and slashed dozens of times on Xiahou Mengding's armor. Fei returned to Zhao Yujia's hand, Zhao Yujia raised the wooden sword, "Break!"

As soon as the voice fell, the armor on Xiahou Mengding's body instantly burst open. Before he could react, he only heard a burst of ridicule from the audience before recovering, and hurriedly tightened his underwear. The mighty aura of the deputy major general disappeared instantly.

"How did such a person pass the initial test? Did the General's Mansion give you money?" Mo Xiaohei snorted coldly.

"This little general's martial arts is indeed only a little bit of military skills. A one-on-one duel is naturally not an opponent of the Jianghu people, but he has passed the first test, and he is indeed quite extraordinary. Just watch." Liu Yue returned road.

Zhao Yujia yawned lazily: "Xiahou Mengding, right? Do you still want to fight?"

"Don't be too arrogant!" Xiahou Mengding suddenly took a step back, whistled, and shouted angrily, "Sky!"

There was a howl of an eagle, and a goshawk flew straight down from the sky and rushed towards Zhao Yujia's long sword. Zhao Yujia was startled, and with a flick of the sword, a sleeve was grabbed by the hawk. With a successful blow, it flew back to Xiahou Mengding's shoulder. Xiahou Mengding smiled triumphantly: "The good show has just begun! Mountain Venerable!"

I saw a roar coming from the corner of the martial field, and someone immediately recognized the voice: "It's a tiger!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a strong fishy smell, and a path spread out from the crowd, a pure white white tiger with eye-catching eyes rushed over quickly, leaped onto the stage, and stood beside Xiahou Mengding , four legs spread out, the tiger's mouth opened fiercely, the burly Xiahou Mengding looked very small next to him, not to mention the thin Zhao Yujia, everyone felt that the tiger could blow Zhao Yujia away with a sharp breath.

However, Xiahou Mengding felt that this was not enough, and shouted again: "Hunting, Reggae!"

There were two roars again, not inferior to the roar of the white tiger just now. Everyone turned their heads, and saw two fierce beasts that looked quite similar to tigers walking slowly, step by step, much stronger than tigers. The long, dense, almost erect mane from the ears to the shoulders.

"What kind of beast is this?" someone asked.

Ye Dingzhi frowned slightly: "This is a lion, an animal in Buddhist scriptures, and someone actually brought him from a distant Buddhist kingdom to Beili."

"It's a lion. I've only seen it in paintings before, and it's the first time I've seen a live one." Baili Dongjun said.

The two lions walked slowly onto the stage, and stood beside Xiahou Mengding together with the white tiger.Mo Xiaohei on the stage said calmly: "It turns out that it is the art of controlling animals, which is an incredible skill on the battlefield."

"Are you afraid?" Xiahou Mengding stroked the head of the white tiger beside him.

Zhao Yujia smiled: "Why are you afraid?"

"Livestock have no eyes, if you really hurt you, don't blame me!" Xiahou Mengding leaned slightly, "Get up!"

A tiger and two lions bent down at the same time, then got up and roared like a mountain thunder!

Zhao Yujia suddenly raised the mahogany sword, drew a talisman on the mahogany sword with his finger, then raised his head and shouted loudly, an illusion of a lion rose up behind him in an instant, which was as tall as two people. White light surrounds.

"Taiyi Nine Lions Jue?" Lei Mengsha was startled.

Taoism has the real body Taiyi Tianzun, and there is a nine-headed lion sitting on the Tianzun, named Jiuling Yuansheng. This nine-headed lion can open the gate of Jiuyou Hell with a roar.The Taiyi Nine Lions Jue used by Zhao Yujia invoked the power of the Nine Spirits and Primordial Saints, which is one of the most difficult methods of Taoism to practice, and when Zhao Yujia used it together, the illusion of a lion's head rose up, which shows that this Taoist technique is extremely difficult to cultivate. There has been a small success.

"Drink!" The phantom with the lion's head raised its head to the sky and yelled fiercely, and in an instant a cloud of flying sand and rocks rolled up, and those who were near the stage were forced to take a few steps back. Several times!
Zhao Yujia smiled: "I don't know whose beast is more ferocious?"

"Shanzun, hunt and hunt, Reggae, give it to me! It's just a fake!" Xiahou Mengding kicked the white tiger next to him vigorously, motioning for it to move forward, but the white tiger suddenly fell down, its whole head drooping. When they landed on the ground, they looked shocked, and the legs of the two lions trembled even more, and their heads were lowered, not daring to look up at the phantom of the lion's head.

"Then I'm here?" Zhao Yujia put the mahogany sword in front of him with a dignified expression.

"Okay." Lei Mengsha stopped in front of Zhao Yujia. Of course he knew that if Zhao Yujia really used the Nine Lions Art, then Xiahou Mengding would be seriously injured even if he didn't die. Naturally, Lei Mengsha didn't want to see the son of the general's mansion He was seriously injured on the stage he hosted.

"Just kidding." Zhao Yujia put away the wooden sword, and the phantom of the lion's head dissipated instantly. He shrugged, "Can I count it as my victory?"

"Of course, Zhao Yujia." Lei Mengsha patted him on the shoulder and pressed down with a force, but Zhao Yujia slipped his whole body and slipped away from Lei Mengsha's hand.From the audience's point of view, it was Zhao Yujia who couldn't bear the force of the slap and slid back a step.Then Zhao Yujia bent over to Lei Mengsha and stepped off the stage.

Baili Dongjun was slightly shaken in his heart. Whether it was Ye Dingzhi just now, Yin Luoxia later, or even Zhao Yujia now, the strength displayed was astonishing and terrifying. At this moment, he was not sure of winning at all. Shi Shi couldn't help feeling a little bit of joy in his heart, it seemed that getting Yan Feifei was really a lucky thing.

"Next group, Baili Dongjun, Yan Feifei." Lei Mengsha took a step back.

As soon as Baili Dongjun jumped onto the stage, there was a burst of boos from the audience. Many people came in the mood of watching a good show, because everyone knew that the candidate brought back by Mr. Xiao was vulnerable in martial arts and could Guess it's just luck through the first try.But there was nothing in front of Baili Dongjun, and there was no sign of Yan Feifei.

(End of this chapter)