Pindao's Immortal Cultivation Game Comes True

Chapter 40 Lectures, May the listeners stay!
now.

in the hall.

Yang Ying's face was livid.

In front of him, stood a muscular, 1.8-meter-high muscular man, clamoring to learn martial arts.

Behind the strong man, there was a young man with a selfie stick, pointing the screen at the strong man and Yang Ying.

"The new family members pay a little attention. Brother Yao doesn't talk too much harshly. He said he came to discuss with Daoist Xuanqing, so he rushed over immediately."

"Family, let's go for a wave of gifts, and we will start playing in a while!" The young man first spun his mobile phone around, and finally aimed at the muscular man.

This strong man also took advantage of the opportunity to face the camera, gesturing various movements, showing off his tendons.

I like to watch the excitement, regardless of race and nationality, those pilgrims gathered around after seeing this scene.

Some of the onlookers showed displeasure expressions on their faces, thinking that this so called Brother Yao is a bit too much, how can anyone compete in the hall, it is clearly a kick.

But at the same time, they also had some expectations in their hearts. After all, everyone was also curious about whether Taoist Xuanqing would know the legendary martial arts.

"Sir, let me tell you once again that the Taoist priest is still busy. If you want to challenge the Taoist priest, please wait until eleven o'clock at noon and tell the Taoist priest yourself instead of yelling here!" Yang Ying Angry eyebrows.

Hear this.

The muscular man smiled disdainfully, and folded his arms around his chest, looking arrogant and boundless.

On the contrary, the young man behind the muscular man kept chanting provocative words like 'I'm in a hurry' on the screen of the mobile phone.

Yang Ying bit her lip.

She wasn't worried about whether her Taoist priest could beat her, but she felt that if such a thing happened, it would definitely make the Taoist priest irritated, and it would be her negligence at that time.

Just when she was hesitating in her heart, whether to knock on the door and call out the chief.

Then he saw a stalwart figure walking slowly from the inner courtyard with unhurried steps.

"Taoist!" Yang Ying was overjoyed.

The pilgrims who were watching also cast their eyes on the past.

With icy muscles and bones, red lips and white teeth, her long hair is tied with a headband, and her well-proportioned figure is matched with a Taoist robe.

'What a handsome Taoist priest with a fairy-like demeanor'

This was the first impression everyone had upon seeing Xuan Qing, including the muscular man and the young man who was playing the live broadcast.

"You are Daoist Xuanqing? Brother Yao, I'll show you the face, and I'm here to guide you." The young man moved the camera over and shouted carelessly with his head held high.

Brother Yao, a muscular man next to the young man, also stared at him with disdain.

Although he had to admit that the Taoist priest in front of him had a good temperament, but he didn't think that with the opponent's stature, he could fight with him.

now.

Xuan Qing's expression was indifferent, his eyes scanned the circle, and finally stopped on the young man holding the live broadcast on his mobile phone.

He didn't do anything else, just released the divine power belonging to the ninth-rank immortal official belonging to the 'Left Judge of the Five Thunder Institute', and enveloped the young man.

"You pretend to be you"

The young man was full of disdain, and was about to say something provocative, preferably when he could provoke the pretending Taoist to take the lead.

next moment.

His face changed suddenly.

A vast aura rushed towards the face, as if facing a giant gluttonous beast, it would be devoured in the next moment.

This is a kind of suppression at the level of life!
Didi ~ da da
A few drops of unknown liquid flowed down the bottom of the trousers, over the ankle, and finally spilled into the pair of sneakers on the feet.

An inexplicable stench permeated the air.

Everyone followed the smell and found that the stench was emanating from the trousers of the camera youth. When they looked carefully, they saw urine stains.

Scared of urine!
As the saying goes, the grace of God is like the sea, and the power of God is like a prison.

See this scene.

Xuan Qing frowned tightly.

Don't let this evil obstacle dirty this hall.

A thought moves.

The mana from his body came out through his body, turning into an invisible big hand, like twisting a chicken, grabbing the young man's neck, and flicking it out gently!
Call ~
Pfft!
He jumped directly under the locust tree, and a dog came to eat the mud.

The bones of an adult are hard and brittle. Although the main hall is only half a meter away from the front yard, it is enough to break a bone.

Severe pain, and incomparable fear.

The young man was lying on the ground with a pale face, he couldn't help sucking in cold air, and there was only deep fear in his eyes.

That is at this moment.

The urine on his body finally dripped on the ground and turned into fertilizer to nourish the locust tree.

From the moment when the young man taunted him to the time he rolled directly under the willow tree, it was only a split second, and everyone hadn't even reacted.

and so.

Everyone was stunned.

The muscular man was also confused.

In their eyes, they couldn't see the big hand transformed by the mana.

I only saw the young man sneer, and then he rushed out of the hall as if he had gone crazy, and threw himself in front of the locust tree roots.

a long time.

The onlookers reacted.

"I'll go, what the hell is this guy doing? Could it be that he wants to touch porcelain?"

"It's too ruthless. It's just that I can't use my brain to be so ruthless to myself."

"Yeah, you see that his camera is not turned off, and he still wants to touch porcelain!"

The people who eat melons are talking a lot.

These words reached the muscular man's ears, making him blush.

The young man who took the video was arranged by the economic company. It is said that he is very clever on weekdays, but it turned out to be like this?
The muscular man at this moment only thought that the young man who was taking pictures went crazy, but never thought about whether it was Xuan Qing's hand. After all, there has never been such a thing as mana in this world!

"Xiao Li, what the hell are you going to do? We are here to kick the club. If you are like this, the labor and management will let Mr. Wang fire you when you go back!"

The muscular man was furious and shouted at the young man under the locust tree.

however.

The young man under the locust tree screamed with a wailing voice: "Duan Duan, Brother Yaoyao, save me!"

At this moment.

Only then did the muscular man realize the pale face of the young man and a pool of dirt on the ground.

"Take your companions and leave Qingping Temple!" Xuan Qing glanced at the mourning young man, and said lightly to the muscular man.

He will never get used to this kind of people who talk cheaply for the sake of fame and fortune.

"I"

The muscular man blushed, but he didn't dare to say anything in the end.

He is not a fool, and he still can't see the problem. It is obvious that everything in front of him has something to do with this evil Taoist priest.

"Ah~"

finally.

The muscular man lowered his head and walked under the locust tree without saying a word, ignoring the young man's howls like killing a pig, and resisted him on his back.

Just left the Taoist temple in such a disheartened manner!
A breeze blows.

Smell permeates.

Xuan Qing frowned slightly, stepped to the locust tree in the front yard, looked at the stains on the ground, it was unavoidable that it was a bit unpleasant.

Immediately.

He squeezed his fingers and murmured softly:
"The heaven and the earth are natural, the filth is scattered, and the cave is mysterious and swaying."

A 'Cleaning Mantra' was read out, and the stains on the ground were quickly evaporated and floated out of the yard, dissipating with the breeze.

"Laymen, the day has come."

"The poor Taoist wants to chant sutras here, and I hope the listeners will stay!"

(End of this chapter)