I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 361 Lushan Huangfeng

If the call to the soul fails, but the soul fire is extinguished, that is the result of disappearing into smoke.

The expressions of Wu Qingyuan, the old man in black, and even the people at the next table all changed drastically.

Although they may not be able to control the timing of their attacks in a roundabout way, they all abide by one rule and try to leave a way out so that the other party can retreat in spite of difficulties, or there may be a chance to turn around after defeat.

Mr. Rufu directly started to kill them all with such ruthless methods that the expressions of Wu Qingyuan and others darkened.

For a moment, the two exchanged glances, and they were determined to kill this guy.

Wu Qingyuan's face was slightly cold. Since he couldn't break it with his wrists, he simply used a cruel move. He raised his neck slightly and then swung it towards Mr. Fu.

"Shh!"

The long braid behind him made a harsh sound and hit Mr. Fu's back hard.

"Snapped!"

The braid was pulled up, and the clothes on Mr. Defu's back exploded instantly, and a dark purple mark immediately appeared from under the skin.

Braid skill!

This is exactly the braid skill that Li Hu mentioned before. Wu Qingyuan was known as the White Jade Tiger in the world in the past, partly because of this braid skill.

This skill is extremely cruel. The braid is used as a long whip. If the braid is whipped up, even marble can be pulled out and cracked.

It makes people very defensive and difficult to resist.

Coupled with Wu Qingyuan's skill in training Taibao, and his ability to fight with real swords and guns, the only person present who can be his enemy is Zhang Jun's swordsmanship.

This whip struck Mr. Fu staggering, blood spilled from his mouth, he touched his lower back, frowned and looked at Wu Qingyuan: "You broke my waist, I have to pay for it."

Wu Qingyuan snorted coldly when he heard this, and his eyes turned cold: "Compensation? Hey, I don't have to pay compensation for the things I broke!"

As he said this, Wu Qingyuan turned his head, and the braid behind him made a sharp sound, and went straight to Mr. Fu's forehead, intending to beat this guy's head to pieces.

But he didn't expect that at this moment, Mr. Fu suddenly raised his hand, and a black dagger protruded from the ring on his finger, just with a gentle wave of Mr. Fu.

"Buzz!"

Wu Qingyuan felt his braid become lighter. When he looked up, he saw Mr. Fu holding his whip in one hand, and holding a dark dagger in the other hand, staring at him coldly.

When he looked again, his braid had been cut off.

"you!!"

Wu Qingyuan was shocked and angry. He was angry that Mr. Fu dared to cut off his pigtails. He was surprised that his pigtails were hard to be damaged by swords. How could they be cut off so easily?

Zhang Jun on the side shook his head helplessly. The dagger was his Ruyi Dagger, and Mr. Fu asked for it.

Even though this thing is not even a magic weapon, in reality it is still a magic weapon that can cut iron as well as mud.

Mr. Fu held the braid in his hand and looked at Wu Qingyuan with a smile: "What the hell are you? The Qing Dynasty is dead!"

As he spoke, he took off the two white jade coins from the whip, threw the braid on the ground, raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed it into Wu Qingyuan's neck.

Wu Qingyuan's face changed drastically, and he wanted to hide, but his body was as stiff as a stone at this time, and he couldn't hide at all. He could only muster enough energy to make the muscles in his body bulge, and a dark evil aura appeared on his skin.

"boom!!"

With a harsh metal collision sound, the Ruyi Dagger could only penetrate a little bit into Wu Qingyuan's neck, and could no longer penetrate.

When Zhang Jun and others saw this, they couldn't help but be surprised by the strength of Wu Qingyuan's flesh and blood.

He was worthy of being regarded as the ancestor of the Henglian Taibao by Li Hu. Zhang Jun knew how sharp the Ruyi Dagger was. It did not pierce Wu Qingyuan's throat at such a close distance.

Of course, this is also because Mr. Fu is not good at using cold weapons such as swords and daggers. If it were Zhang Jun himself, it would probably be a different result.

"You want to kill me, but you probably don't have the ability!"

Wu Qingyuan had a cruel smile on his face, and he had full confidence in his ability to train Taibao.

Even if this body is not a zombie, it can compete with the bronze armored corpse.

"Is it?"

However, Mr. Fu looked slightly arrogant, put away the dagger, picked up the two white jade copper coins on the table and held them in his hands.

He just put the white jade copper coin to his mouth, recited a few mantras, and then blew it gently at Wu Qingyuan.

The next moment, I saw the two white jade copper coins in my hand actually burning.

A wisp of white flames covered it. It seemed to have no temperature, but the flames burned more and more fiercely.

Wu Qingyuan didn't understand what was going on at first, but soon he felt something was wrong. He couldn't tell what was wrong, but his abdomen gradually began to get hot.

Zhang Jun and the others couldn't understand it either, but fortunately Taoist Miaozhen reminded him softly, "You'll know just by looking at his lower abdomen with the Mysterious Flower Eyes."

After hearing the master's reminder, Zhang Jun immediately opened his pupils of black flowers and looked at Wu Qingyuan's lower abdomen. He saw that the peaceful yang energy in his abdomen was now like a fire fanned by someone, burning more and more.

Zhang Jun understood immediately.

Wu Qingyuan is a very special person. The others are souls who have escaped here to live forever, but Wu Qingyuan is in the physical body and remains dead but not stiff.

Perhaps from another perspective, although Wu Qingyuan has not cultivated any Taoism, he has almost achieved the goal of immortality with this characteristic.

Coupled with the extremely powerful physical body of a cross-trained Taibao, it is not that easy to kill him.

But Mr. Fu didn't know what method he used to ignite the yang energy in his belly. This not only destroyed the balance of Wu Qingyuan's physical body, but also quickly burned him to the point of exhaustion.

"Wu Qingyuan, your death is imminent!"

At this time, the Taoist priest sitting at the table behind suddenly spoke.

Wu Qingyuan was stunned and looked up at the Taoist priest: "Huang Feng, what did you say??"

Zhang Jun and others also looked at the Taoist priest named Huang Feng after hearing this.

In fact, Zhang Jun and the others had looked at each other since the Taoist priest entered the door. The Taoist priest was wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, but the style on his body was very strange, with various bones hanging around his neck and a horn hanging on his waist.

He didn't feel like a serious Taoist priest. Zhang Jun felt that the other party might be a Ye Maoshan.

Huang Feng half-squinted his eyes and said: "You have been blown away by someone's yang energy, and they will burn you to death in a short time. If you swear to me now and surrender to me from now on, I will save you!"

When Huang Feng opened his mouth, he didn't tell Wu Qingyuan's problem and claimed to have a solution, which inevitably surprised Zhang Jun.

Hearing Huang Feng's words, Wu Qingyuan's expression changed drastically, he stared at Huang Feng and cursed: "Fuck you, what a joke, the worst is to lose, let me be your lackey, you deserve it!"

Wu Qingyuan was a well-known martial arts champion. He once held a fourth-rank official position and was also a local official outside the country. He certainly had a strong character.

If in order to survive, he had to act like a bull and a horse for the other party. Wu Qingyuan asked himself that he couldn't do it, even if it was reduced to ashes.

"Hey, you're going to die then. It's a pity that you're so naked."

Huang Feng shook his head in regret upon hearing this, then closed his eyes and remained silent.

"Master, who is this guy?"

Zhang Jun asked in a low voice.

Taoist Miaozhen looked back at Huang Feng, and then said helplessly, "I don't know, but this man is not simple. Judging from his decoration, he should be from the Lushan sect."

"Lushan Sect?"

Zhang Jun scratched his head. He was not very clear about this sect, so he looked at Zhang Shouzheng's three brothers and asked, "Which sect is the Lushan sect? Are they also from your Zhengyi sect?"

As soon as these words came out, the corners of Zhang Shouzheng's and brother's mouths twitched. They didn't know how to respond. Instead, Master Miaozhen raised his hand and slapped Zhang Jun on the back of the head.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

This can't be blamed on Zhang Jun for talking nonsense. In his impression, Taoism is just two sects, one is the Zhengyi sect and the other is the Quanzhen sect.

In fact, this is the same as most people only know that Buddhism is divided into Tantric Buddhism and Zen Buddhism. After all, the two are the most famous and even the mainstream in the eyes of the world.

But in fact this is not the case.

Seeing this, Zhang Shouxin kindly gave Zhang Jun some knowledge and said: "Although the Lushan Sect claims to be a Taoist sect, it is not a direct lineage of mine. Instead, it absorbs the strengths of Taoism and forms its own sect, so the one it worships is not Sanqing. But Patriarch Xu Xun.”

"Oh!" Zhang Jun nodded and then asked, "Is it very strong?"

"Um……"

Zhang Shouxin nodded helplessly: "If we say that Buddhism has the Dharma Protector Vajra and the Fudo Ming King, then their branch is equivalent to the Dharma Protector Vajra in Taoism, which specializes in killing."

"So stupid??"

Seeing Zhang Jun's doubtful expression, Taoist Miaozhen could only add one sentence for him.

"The supreme being in heaven is the Jade Emperor, and the most noble person in the world is the king. All ghosts and gods in the world respect it, but only Lushan makes the decision. This is the Lushan sect."

Even Taoist Miaozhen said this. If Zhang Jun doesn't believe it, he's just being stubborn.

But when I thought about it carefully, I suddenly felt something was wrong. "Master, we have fallen into a trap. Mr. Fu, the sixth man, did it on purpose. He is so high-profile, fighting one against three. Will the Taoist master of the Lushan sect want to fight with us later? He is not stupid at all. You know how to pick a persimmon when it's soft."

Taoist Miaozhen rolled his eyes at him, with an expression you only know now.

While everyone was talking, they saw that Wu Qingyuan had begun to tremble violently. His originally delicate skin began to become dry, and his flesh exuded a putrid smell.

There are thirty-six thousand insects in the human body, but not all of them are bad. Wu Qingyuan is a dead person. It is only the special environment here that allows the body to reach a special balance point.

Now after Mr. Fu blows like this, the balance is broken, and the fire burns bigger and bigger, causing Wu Qingyuan's flesh and blood to begin to rot quickly, exuding black liquid.

"Okay, okay, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect that your method is really magical and mystical. I'm convinced."

At this time, Wu Qingyuan did not struggle and scream as he imagined. Instead, he seemed to relax and have completely given up.

Thinking back to the scenery back then, he learned about the wonders of this place when he was about to die. After so many years, Wu Qingyuan had already seen away it.

I just didn't expect that the horizontal training ability that I was so proud of would be broken by someone just blowing it off. I was a little bit unwilling to do so.

He looked at Mr. Fu one last time and sneered, "But you won't be much better. If you take a whip from me, I'm afraid your internal organs will be damaged and you won't be able to survive more than three days."

After saying that, Wu Qingyuan looked at the old man in black beside him and saw that he had already prepared a bottle of poison and sent it to Mr. Fu.

All the internal organs are damaged, and if he drinks this bottle of poison again, even the Great Luo Immortal will be unable to save his life.

Mr. Fu looked at the poison handed to him, smiled lightly, and drank it in one gulp.

Then he raised his hand and gave the poison he prepared to the old man in black.

"please!"

The old man in black took the bottle of so-called poison in his hand, put it under the bridge of his nose and sniffed it for a few times, and suddenly looked confused.

After looking askance at Mr. Fu, he swallowed the so-called poison in one gulp.

Then he started preparing to prepare some antidotes at will.

But as soon as the old man in black raised his hand, he suddenly felt cold all over his body, his face darkened, and he found that he couldn't lift his hands.

Looking at Mr. Fu again, I saw that this guy didn't look poisoned at all. He was calm and calm, staring at him with squinted eyes.

Now the old man in black began to lose his composure.

The symptoms on his body are obviously wrong now, and they are clearly the effects of the poison he concocted.

But why does this highly toxic effect appear on my body? ?

And what Mr. Caifu prepared just now is clearly a tonic. Not only will it not be poisonous, but it will nourish the body.

"Old Man Yao, don't you understand? You have already lost this game. The poison he took, but the effect of the medicine is on you. This is clearly a magic trick. It's ridiculous. You guys are playing tricks with a guy. If people of the law fight openly and honestly, you have already been doomed to lose."

Huang Feng spoke again at this moment.

Mr. Fu looked back at Huang Feng with a smile, and slowly raised the chopsticks in his other hand. With a slight lift of the chopsticks, a red line appeared between Mr. Fu and the old man in black.

"This...when!!"

The expression of the old man in black changed suddenly. After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Mr. Fu: "Is it time for me to hand you the chopsticks?"

Mr. Fu smiled and nodded: "Little trick."

At this time, both the old man in black and Wu Qingyuan looked dead. Wu Qingyuan had a gloomy look on his face, and in the end he failed to see the result he wanted to see.

He couldn't help but let out a long sigh, then closed his eyes tightly and exhaled a long breath from his lungs.

Everyone felt a hot breeze blowing.

Looking at Wu Qingyuan's body, his whole body was rapidly eroding, and the fire in his belly was completely dissipated.

As the saying goes, when a person takes one breath to live, he must exhale it when he dies. Wu Qingyuan has always refused to exhale this breath, which is why he has survived until now.

At this moment, Wu Qingyuan spit out this breath himself, and his soul was completely destroyed.

"Boring!"

Seeing that Wu Qingyuan ended it on his own, Mr. Fu suddenly showed an unhappy look. Before he had enough fun, the man left on his own.

Soon he looked at the old man in black.

"I admit defeat. Your Excellency is very capable and cannot be defeated by me. Please show your dignity and spare my life."

The old man in black was straightforward. When he saw that he was defeated, he immediately surrendered and begged for mercy.

Although he was a little unsatisfied, Mr. Fu's flattery to the old man in black was quite useful.

"You are so eloquent, please speak more and see."

"Yes!"

The old man in black was quite relaxed, and immediately came over with a series of flattering words, which made Mr. Fu particularly helpful.

However, Huang Feng and others' faces were not very good-looking. The young scholar wearing a scholar's coat snorted coldly, raised his hand and penetrated with a sword light.

The sword light actually penetrated the forehead of the old man in black, and shattered his head into a ball of black mist.

"Scholar Li, what are you doing!!"

The black mist twisted and revealed the broken face of the old man in black, roaring at the scholar who took action.

Unexpectedly, Huang Feng also took action at this time.

Huang Feng saw an extra bell in his hand, and waved it towards the old man in black. As the bell rang in the sky, a bolt of lightning flew from the bell, directly beating the old man in black out of his wits.

"Deserve it!"

The old lady of the Jiang family who was leaning on a cane not far away also snorted coldly when she saw this.

They set up the Dragon Gate Formation and naturally shared the honor and disgrace. The old man in black was so mean to them, it was a shame for them.

Didn't you see that Wu Qingyuanning was in a state of despair and didn't beg for mercy?

This is the same as Li Hu clearly recognizing Wu Qingyuan but not daring to recognize this ancestor.

"No need to play."

Mr. Fu stood up and stretched. He heard cracking sounds on his body, and he probably didn't even know how many ribs were broken.

But to Mr. Fu, this injury is nothing at all. It's not his own body anyway, so it doesn't matter if he messes with it at will.

It's just pitiful for the young man whose body was taken away by Mr. Fu. Not only was his consciousness swallowed up, but his physical body could not escape in the end.

Mr. Fu looked at Mr. Fu with a relaxed expression, then glanced at the scholar and Taoist priest, and finally looked in the direction of the shrine.

Make an invitation gesture toward Taoist Miaozhen.

The expressions of Si Xiaoyin and others suddenly changed. This was a clear sign that they wanted to send Taoist Miaozhen to the stake.

Whether it was the scholar, Huang Feng, or even the shrine at the back, Wu Qingyuan and the other three could not be compared to each other.

In this bet, Mr. Fu obviously planned to kill someone with a borrowed knife and force Taoist Miao Zhen to a dead end.

"Master, let me go!"

Zhang Jun took a look and felt that he might not be a match for Huang Feng, but as for the scholar... it should be no problem.

"You can't move. Just sit here and sit tight. We can't lose."

Taoist Miaozhen stood up as he spoke, and patted Zhang Jun's arm with a smile: "Come here, I have been a disciple for so long, but the master has not taught you anything. Since I have this opportunity, I just want to teach you what a high-end game is."

As he spoke, Taoist Miaozhen raised his chest and raised his head, and raised his hands towards Taoist Huang Feng: "Wish you all the best, fellow Taoist."

Facing Master Miaozhen's gift, Huang Feng immediately raised a wooden sign in front of him, and saw the words "No Taboo, Good Luck Everlasting" written clearly on the wooden sign.

Obviously, although Huang Feng didn't know any luck-seeking techniques, he was an extremely experienced veteran and knew very well the despicable tricks involved in worshiping people.

However, Taoist Miaozhen didn't care about this, it was just a test. He sat down openly, crossed his hands, and listened with his fingers. This was the unique greeting ritual of the Lingbao sect: "I dare to ask my friend, it's the man in red." , or in black."

Huang Feng's eyes were as deep as abyss, and he looked Miaozhen up and down: "It turns out that he is a junior fellow of Lingbao Sect. Since he is a junior fellow, I am in red."

As Huang Feng spoke, he took out a red dharma hat from under his clothes and put it on his head. The style of this dharma hat was a bit like the hat worn by Monk Tang in Journey to the West.

"This... is really unique."

Zhang Jun looked at Huang Feng who was wearing a dharma hat, looking like a monk or a monk, and he felt a little expectant in his heart.

(End of this chapter)