Pindao should be robbed

Chapter 184

In the early morning of the next day, the two religions were interpreted and intercepted, and they all went to battle according to the appointment. Each led the troops and horses and soldiers, and lined up in the outskirts of Xiqi.

The Jiejiao group headed by Zhao Gongming urged their mounts to stand in front of the formation, facing each other several hundred steps away from the disciples of Chanjiao.

"Brother Gongming, the real Huanglong doesn't know how powerful he is, but he still dares to fight. It seems that he has to take it for Brother Gongming." Jun Tian looked at Huanglong on the opposite side, quite playful.

Yao Tianjun also echoed, "If it's as brother Gongming said, if Huanglong escaped yesterday, how could he escape today? Sooner or later he will fall into brother Zhao's trap."

"Hahaha..." Jujiao and his party laughed when they heard the words.

After seeing Zhao Gongming's methods, the Jiejiao immortals, including Wen Zhong, have full confidence in him.

Facing the praise from fellow Taoists, Zhao Gongming just smiled, and immediately waved his hands and said: "According to the agreement in the war letter, today is to burn the lamp to go out, and let the real Huanglong escape again."

"Hahaha...Then Brother Zhao captured Ran Deng and hung him at the gate!"

The atmosphere here at Jiejiao is high, and the morale of all the immortals who are explaining the teaching is also like a rainbow, especially the three generations of disciples, almost all of them are looking forward to it.

Huanglong said to Ran Deng: "The master is a man of Gao Delong, with profound skills, he will win Yier!"

The rest of the Twelve Immortals who had been in the reeds all the time, their faces full of sorrow, and none of them said a word, also cheered up their spirits.

They all agree that Ran Deng is the leader of the elucidation and teaching, and he is in charge of the sect. Today, he should show his power and capture this beast.

However, Liu Qiao saw some clues from the smirks of the immortals. Obviously, among the immortals, only Huang Long seemed to be the most enthusiastic and most eager to win by lighting the lamp.

Without it, revenge for being captured and humiliated by Zhao Gongming yesterday.

As for Guang Chengzi, he was afraid of leaving his grandson and others behind, and his face changed so quickly. Before that, his face was full of sadness, but now he is full of joy, and there is no other way to express his thoughts.

One party doesn't care about winning or losing, it's best to win, and it's not ashamed to lose anyway, while the other party waits to see the lamp jokes.

Ran Deng was not modest about the praise of the immortals, and only looked at Zhao Gongming indifferently.

After a while, both sides got ready, and the "players" of the two teachers were also ready under the encouragement of their respective cheerleaders.

Zhao Gongming turned on the tiger, picked up the whip, don't hear Zhong and others, go out alone, and walk ten steps away from the immortals of Chanjiao.

"Everyone, don't panic, I'll meet him." Ran Deng pressed down the noise of the immortals beside him, and rode on the sika deer and walked out of the formation.

Seeing the burning lamp coming on a deer, behind him are the real Huanglong, the real Yuding and other twelve immortals who explained and taught, and all the disciples lined up to follow.

Zhao Gongming looked at the immortals of Chanjiao and said, "Yang Jian saved Huanglong and left. He has the power of transformation. Let him come to see me."

Ran Deng smiled and said: "Friends of Taoism are the tools of the bucket (bamboo bucket). Huanglong escaped from the catastrophe. It is not his ability to escape. It is Wu Wang Hongfu and Jiang Shangzhi's virtue. God will help you!"

The conversation between the two is like playing a machine striker. If they are outsiders and don't know the situation, they really don't understand what they are talking about.

But Liu Qiao and the others were all in the field, so they could understand it.

Zhao Gongming accused Yang Jian of not talking about martial arts, and rescued the real Huanglong by changing methods, and asked Yang Jian to come out with two tricks.

Ran Deng said that Zhao Gongming just fetched water from a bamboo basket in vain. Yang Jian's ability to save Huanglong was not due to how good he was, but all depended on the number of days, the right location, and the help of people.

When Zhao Gongming heard the words, he scolded angrily: "Your generation is nothing more than a pearl of rice grains, how can you pretend to be the number of days, and use this to confuse the hearts of the people, it is really hateful!"

For Zhao Gongming, winning or losing is nothing more than success and failure, but the people who explain and teach are just mere morals, but they always talk about the sky.

If you lose, you will say that the number of days is like this, and God’s will recurs, and the retribution will come back sooner or later. If you win, then you will boast that God’s will is on me.

This is used to confuse the people and superstitiously believe in the number of days, but how can people guess the will of God?
Even if the leader is in charge of the latitude and longitude, he will not always talk about God's will.

Say no more, let's beat the tiger with the whip.

Seeing Zhao Gongming's whip coming, Ran Deng also held it with the sword in his hand, saying, "Good! Good!".

You come and go, fighting for several times in the blink of an eye, the dust and smoke in the field are scattered, the dust is scattered, and the foundation is not visible for tens of feet.

The immortals watching the battle on both sides were all a little surprised, but they didn't expect that Ran Deng usually behaved like a veteran, but when they fought, their martial arts skills were not bad.

In particular, his movements are as nimble and swift as an ape's. Even though Zhao Gongming's steel whip is heavy, when it hits the lamp sword, he feels light and light like cotton.

All the immortals focused on the situation in the arena, with different thoughts, including tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, except for the sound of horses neighing saddles and bridles, no one made a sound, as if they were afraid of disturbing the competition among the immortals in the formation.

Liu Qiao, who has been wandering far and wide, also put his eyes on the field, not for anything else, just to see what wonderful Taoism skills Ran Deng and Zhao Gongming have.

In the arena, after several rounds of fights, Zhao Gongming knew that the skill of burning lamps was not inferior to his own, and he was anxious not to win, so he decided to preemptively strike.

"Duh!" Zhao Gongming concealed his move, took the opportunity to shake his hand, and a gleam of light flashed in an instant.

"Let's go!" Unexpectedly, Ran Deng laughed out loud, swayed in advance, turned into a rainbow and left.

The speed of his escape surprised not only Zhao Gongming, who had just taken out the Dinghai Shenzhu, but also the immortals of the two religions.

Immediately after, Zhao Gongming rode on the black tiger, raised the wind and mist, raised his whip to chase after him, and shouted: "Stop burning the lamp!"

Only then did Chan and Jie Zhongxian react.

Yao Tianjun, the leader of the Lost Formation, saw that Lantern was cowardly before the battle and fled. He couldn't help laughing and applauding: "Brother Zhao Dao is really a tiger, and that kid Lantern is a scumbag!"

"Gongming's wonderful method, the children who burn the lamp see it, it's like a mouse seeing a cat, it's like a mouse running around, ahahaha..." Bai Tianjun and Zhang Tianjun looked at each other and laughed.

After Wen Zhong laughed, seeing Zhao Gongming running after him, he quickly shouted: "Brother Zhao! Poor gangsters don't chase after him...Lan Deng has many tricks..."

Then the sound fell, and there was no trace of the two in the sky.

I don't know whether Zhao Gongming heard it or not, anyway, Yunguang never stopped for a while, and chased the burning lamp like the wind.

The two chased and fled, and they didn't know where they went in the blink of an eye.

"You see, what I said before is not wrong, Mr. Ran Deng really has the demeanor of Liu Qiao's "watching the wind and running away"!" Mu Zha, who has always been cold and talkative in the teaching camp, said loudly.

Immediately, all the immortals burst into laughter. When the twelve immortals heard the words, they all looked at Liu Qiao with great interest.

Black lines flashed across Liu Qiao's forehead.Seeing that all the teachers and fellow disciples were jokingly looking at him, he quickly tried to change the subject.

He explained: "Mu Zha's words are wrong. How can it be said that Mr. Ran Deng has the style of my (self-proclaimed) master? It should be the younger one who has the style of Mr. Dieng Deng."

"I am not good at Taoism and my mana is meager. I can only take one step first when encountering an enemy. Master Ran Deng is advancing by retreating, and the chain is intertwined...First show the enemy that he is weak...and then invite you to enter the urn..."

Liu Qiao felt that although the "leader" was not there, he couldn't hide anything he said or did.

In particular, all the teachers and commanders are from the same school, and Liu Qiao made his identity very clear.

He bluntly said that he is not good at learning arts, his magical channeling skills are rubbish, and he is also a literary fairy.

However, Mr. Randeng is as wise as Yuanhai, and his morals are profound. He must have planned in advance, so he "retreats as an advance", and set up a net for Zhao Gongming to chase.

After talking about the scene without any "traces", Liu Qiao still sighed in admiration: "Gao, it's really high..."

I don't know, but I really thought that there was some kind of clever plan for burning the lamp, and set up an ambush.

"Bah..." Brother Mu Zha spat softly, turned his head away, and cursed secretly, "Greedy villain".

The head of the Twelve Immortals was stunned when he heard Liu Qiao's words. Why don't we know what kind of plan Ran Deng has to defeat the enemy?
"High... Really high..." Daodezhenjun also echoed Liu Qiao's words, and gestured with his fingers.

The Twelve Immortal Heads looked at Liu Qiao with different expressions, some disliked and disgusted, but most of them also showed a hint of "appreciation".

Whether Ran Deng has a plan, the immortals know it well, and they are still waiting to see his jokes.

What Daode Zhenjun admired was not that he was brilliant at lighting lamps, but that he admired Liu Qiao's way of handling things.

Although anyone with a discerning eye can see that the burning lamp will leave immediately when it encounters the enemy, which can be called "fleeing away with its head in its hands".

But under Liu Qiao's nonsense words, he explained why he slipped away before and admitted his shortcomings.

It also retains the face of burning lamps on the side, high, really high!
.........

Speaking of the burning lamp, it is crazy driving to escape the light, and I dare not slack off at all.

There is a distance of hundreds of feet away from Zhao Gongming behind him. This distance, for the gods, is within reach.

"Whoosh..."

Ran Deng heard the wind behind him, the sky was dark, and his face changed drastically. He didn't care to think too much, hurriedly urged the spell, and instantly turned around and swung his sleeves to sweep away.

A cloud of purple air flew out of the sleeve pocket of the burning lamp, and it rose in the wind, and it was as big as a millstone in an instant.

At the same time, dozens of clusters of light, about the size of a bean, with multi-colored multi-colored rays that blinded the sky and the earth, came directly to him, but it was Zhao Gongming's Ding Haishen Pearl.

"Boom!!!" The purple air and the light collided, making a loud noise, like the chime of a mountain temple.

It's just that the sound was so loud that it shook the mountains in the lower realm for hundreds of miles, tigers and leopards were running around, and all creatures were deaf, bleeding and howling.

Haoguang and Ziqi confronted each other, and it seemed that there was no winner, but Randeng was not happy at all, and just ran away.

Immediately after hearing the continuous "swirling" of the wind, like the sound of torrents and waves, dozens of rays of light hit in succession.

It was like a string of arrows hitting the purple air one after another.

It's like hitting the glass with marbles, but it's so powerful that it shakes the sky and the earth.

24 rays of light came out together, and in just an instant, the cloud of purple air was overturned dozens of miles away and fell into the mortal world.

The purple air is like a star falling to the ground. The ground shakes and the mountain shakes. Needless to say, the mountains are forced to loosen.

At this time, I can see what the purple qi looks like. It turns out that it is not a ball of "Qi" but a bowl the size of a millstone.

The color is like purple gold, the shape is like a bowl, the outer cover is purple smoke, and the pattern of auspicious clouds is painted on it, which is very extraordinary.

It's just that he was knocked out of the mortal world and crashed into the rocks, covered with mud.

"Hahaha... Little Randeng, your magic weapon is nothing more than this!" Zhao Gongming retracted Dinghaizhu, and while chasing after him, he laughed loudly.

Thinking of using this to anger Ran Deng and force him to "tough" himself.

But Ran Deng didn't say a word, turned a deaf ear, and just drove the rainbow light to continue running away.

Although I feel sorry for my own magic treasure, the purple gold bowl, but at this time, if I am a little careless, it is hard to say that my life is in danger.

The light in Zhao Gongming's palm carries the power of mountains and seas, and it is like a string of arrows.

Even if he cultivated into an immortal body, he could only get one or two blows at most, and he would be beaten to the ground and half his life would be lost.

However, there are 24 points in his palm, and he can shoot left, right, up and down like arrows, how can one resist it?
Even if he burns the lamp to practice and prove to be a true immortal, he is higher than Zhao Gongming in terms of Taoism, magic power, and training time.

But now that he encounters this kind of treasure, he doesn't intend to fight recklessly.

I can only lose face a little bit, just run away with my head like a mouse.

For Zhao Gongming who holds this kind of treasure, not only lighting the lamp, but also avoiding the twelve immortal heads.

If it's a one-on-one life-and-death duel, it's not like the Twelve Immortal Heads don't have similar "big killers".

Let go of everything and use all the means, except for Huang Long, the rest of the immortals singled out Zhao Gongming, it is difficult to say the outcome.

However, there is a principle in the fighting of the twelve immortal heads. If I have "nuclear weapons" but you don't, then I can fight.

And if you also have a "big killer", unless it is absolutely necessary, you must not use it.

It has nothing to do with victory or defeat, the main reason is that the risk is too great, especially with "extreme terrorists" like Zhao Gongming who are always desperate.

As for fame and face?
From Ran Deng's point of view, as long as you have a life, if you live long enough, when the time comes, everyone else will die. Who in the younger generation will know that you have lost face?
Besides, even the leader was not...

Isn't it admired by all people and worshiped by thousands of immortals now!
Who is the real top person who will be so bored to calculate all day long, to fight for the so-called "face", it is too naive.

(End of this chapter)