I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 356: Pan Dao Fighting

"Dong dong dong..."

The sound of the gong was getting closer and closer, but except for two bright red lanterns, nothing could be seen.

Zhang Jun tried to see with the Mysterious Flower Eyes, but the result was the same.

Immediately afterwards, a suona sound sounded, and the next moment Zhang Jun and Li Hu felt that the surrounding space was distorting. When they came to their senses, they found that the three of them were already sitting at an Eight Immortals table.

"This……"

Li Hu's eyes widened and he didn't understand what happened.

But Zhang Jun said calmly: "Don't panic, all potential dharmas are illusory and bubbles, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such."

Li Hu:? ? ?

When did you boy switch to Buddhism? Besides, I don’t understand the Diamond Sutra, but you know a hammer? ?

However, Li Hu really underestimated Zhang Jun.

Last time in the competitive world, he made a huge profit with the clone of the Holy Son, and also obtained the Buddhist teachings passed down by the holy monks. He certainly has his own views on the Buddhist teachings.

Just at this moment, Zhang Jun has calmed down. Since this world was created by the other party, what does it have to do with them? The other party can change how they want.

What they can do is to remain unchanged in the face of ever-changing situations, and not to be easily influenced by them or be led around by others.

This actually made Mr. Fu take another high look at Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun looked around and saw that there were several tables around him, which looked more like... eating banquets?

It's just that these tables are empty at the moment, and it doesn't seem like there will be other guests.

Looking again, there is a huge shrine in front of the table.

There were two big red lanterns hanging on the shrine. The lanterns were blood red, and even the lights looked like they were dripping blood.

"This should be the reason why we were summoned here."

When Zhang Jun saw the shrine, he always felt very uncomfortable. It reminded him of the large and small shrines in the competitive world when he first met Mi Shen.

Although the shrine in front of him was not the largest he had ever seen, it was definitely the most exquisite.

The five-meter-high shrine has a base of two meters and a width of three meters, which seems to carry endless faith and admiration.

The first time Zhang Jun looked at it, he could feel a huge aura surrounding the shrine.

The appearance of the shrine is like a three-dimensional art scroll, extremely gorgeous, and every inch has been exquisitely carved.

The top is an exquisite eaves corner, and the raised cornices are like a phoenix spreading its wings, wanting to soar into the sky.

Under the eaves, there are wind chimes hanging, swaying in the wind, making a pleasant tinkling sound, like the sound of nature, adding a bit of mystery to this shrine.

The two pillars in front of the shrine are carved with dragons coiled around the pillars. The dragon scales are delicate, the dragon claws are spread out, and the dragon eyes are bright, as if they will fly out from the pillars at any time, lifelike.

Zhang Jun had only seen such exquisite shrines in the competitive world, and had never seen anyone else's shrine so gorgeous.

But when he wanted to see who the person enshrined in the shrine was, he glanced at it and saw a three-legged toad standing in the shrine, with a tablet wrapped in red cloth on its back.

As if aware of Zhang Jun's gaze, Toad's eyes suddenly turned and looked at Zhang Jun.

The two looked at each other, and Zhang Jun suddenly felt dizzy. .

"cough!"

At this moment, Mr. Fu suddenly coughed, calmly picked up a chopstick, and threw it towards the ground with his backhand.

I saw the chopsticks were stuck under Zhang Jun's stool like a hidden weapon. They penetrated three inches directly and were nailed there like nails.

Suddenly, the dizzy feeling disappeared immediately. Instead, he felt a shock in his body, as if something was pressing against his lower back.

Immediately, the groggy feeling disappeared.

Zhang Jun glanced at Toad in confusion, then looked at Mr. Fu.

"That toad has attained Taoism and is a thousand-eyed golden cicada. Not to mention you, even Lord Ma's three eyes can't stare at him."

Mr. Fu looked up at the shrine, with a cold light in his eyes.

"Dong dong dong..."

Three gongs sounded from nowhere.

Li Hu looked outside and said, "Someone is coming."

Da da da……

I saw a group of people walking in from the distance. These people were wearing coats and dome hats on their heads. It looked like they had two white scarves hanging around their necks, giving people the feeling of being on the beach in the Republic of China.

Zhang Jun thought they were people from outside at first, but when he took a closer look, he realized something was wrong. These people had no feet touching the ground and their faces were pale. They were clearly a group of paper people.

"This style of painting...isn't quite right?"

Li Hu looked at the paper figures in front of him. They were neither modern people nor people from the Tang Dynasty. How could they still have the style of the Republic of China? ?

"There are no thresholds here, so it's not a good idea to become a monk halfway."

Mr. Fu looked at this line of paper figures with a smile, and they felt fresh no matter how he looked at them.

Having said this, Zhang Jun and Li Hu felt that it was somewhat possible. After all, this was a created underworld, and it was not ruled out that some powerful strangers would come to this place at the moment of death to continue their happiness.

Just as he was talking, this group of paper figures had already walked in, followed by a rickshaw, and stopped in front of the dining table on the left.

A woman wearing a cheongsam and high heels stepped out of a rickshaw, holding a small bag in her hand. She wore a black mesh hat covering most of her face, but you could vaguely tell that she belonged to a young woman. contour. I saw the woman sitting sideways, and the paper man next to her carefully handed a pipe and put it in the woman's hand.

"Hey, don't say it, this bitch tastes good!"

Li Hu looked the woman up and down. Despite her age, she couldn't help but smile.

Zhang Jun rolled his eyes at him and snorted: "Of course Teacher Chen Nian is smelly, and he even smells green water."

Li Hu was startled when he heard this, and then glared at Zhang Jun fiercely, and suddenly lost interest in his heart.

"Dong dong dong..."

At this time, the gong sounded again.

This time, an old lady walked in with a cane in her hand and a face as skinny as a fox. She limped in. She first glanced at Zhang Jun, and then turned her gaze to Zhang Jun. He looked at the lady smoking a cigarette next to him.

"Hmph, I can smell your filthy smell from far away."

The old lady seemed to have some problems with the noble lady. She sat directly at another table and began to sneer at the noble lady.

When the lady heard the words, she paused with the cigarette stick held to her lips. After a moment, she slowly said in a unique southern accent: "I'm from my hometown, Wu Ning. Don't talk nonsense. This is my perfume."

The old lady curled her lips and said, "Xiang, that egg! The bones are all smelly. How can you pretend to be tender? No matter how you pretend, it can't cover up the smell of salted fish all over your body."

Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel, Zhang Jun was happy to watch the fun.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Stop arguing. We have been arguing for so many years and we are still arguing. Aren't you tired of arguing?"

Outside the door, an old man strode in. The old man's hair was snow-white, but he was wearing a dark blue shroud with the word "Longevity" sewn on it with gold thread.

The most eye-catching thing is that the old man wears long braids, which looks like the hairstyle of the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

"what!!"

Seeing the person coming, Li Hu was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise: "Is it him??"

"Know?" Zhang Jun looked back at Li Hu.

I saw Li Hu staring straight at the old man with a look of disbelief on his face. He said for a moment: "Wu Qingyuan is the number one scholar in martial arts in the Kangxi year. He is the ancestor of the Taibao. In terms of seniority, I am afraid I have to call him ancestor." Master."

"So exaggerated? Hey, there may be people here in your house, but are you sure you didn't admit it? Don't call the wrong person later, it will be so embarrassing."

Zhang Jun said with a smile.

Li Hu stared at the old man's braid and said: "You can't be wrong. Look at the two white jade copper coins on his braid. This thing is a unique method of Heng Lian Taibao, the braid skill. These two white jade copper coins are his characteristics, so Jianghu Known as the White Jade Tiger."

"Then why are you still hanging around? Why don't you quickly recognize your ancestors so that we can take care of you?"

"Don't worry, I feel..."

Li Hu looked around and found that their position was in the center of several tables. He frowned and said: "They seem to be going to fight with us. At this time, let alone the ancestor, he is my ancestor." You can’t even recognize it.”

Fighting in a circle is the rule in the world.

It first became popular in Tianjin, where all walks of life are controlled by local snakes. If outsiders want to get in, they must first pass this hurdle.

Of course, the rules of all walks of life are different, and the methods of fighting are also different.

But there is probably a core rule, which is to fight, but not to fight.

For example, the fighting method on the pier is that the two parties agree that a few people will come out and fight without fighting. You cut off one of your fingers, I will cut off a sausage of my own, you remove an arm, and I will gouge out an eye.

Some people cut open the belly, dug out the intestines, and stuffed them back in. Some people just set up a frying pan and took a bath in it.

Although it is bloody here, there is also a lack of tricks and tricks.

Now it seems that they are preparing for a fight, but they don't know what kind of fight it will be.

But one thing is that Li Hu definitely didn't dare to call the other party's ancestor at this time. Such a call would not only destroy his own prestige, but also lose his momentum.

If it were in reality, Li Hu would be willing to bend this waist, but here, the dog's life may be at stake, who the hell cares who the other party is.

Zhang Jun nodded, but he was even more curious.

Not long after, as gongs and drums sounded one after another, a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe came in and sat on the table at the back.

Then three more people came, an old man holding a dog, a young scholar wearing a scholar's coat, and an old man in black clothes. He looked like he was dressed in the Ming Dynasty. He had white hair and a long beard, and was quiet. Sitting on the side table.

Seeing that the eight Eight Immortals tables around him were already occupied.

Zhang Jun estimated that it was almost time to start.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Is there anyone else??"

He raised his head and looked outside, only to see several people striding in. Zhang Jun was stunned at just this look.

Only six people came, including Taoist Miaozhen, Si Xiaoyin, Zhang Shouzheng and others. They were stunned when they walked in the door. Soon they saw Zhang Jun and three people sitting on the table, and their expressions suddenly became weird.

(End of this chapter)