I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 381 The old man in the world

"Arrogant!!"

In a tent not far away, several old people suddenly became angry after seeing the note written by Zhang Jun through drone photography.

They were worried about the company and did not take action immediately, which was a huge loss to the company.

Now this brat is threatening them without any shame.

"You really don't know how high the sky is. Don't say he was injured. Even if he wasn't injured, he shouldn't be so arrogant!"

"His senior brother Meng Xingliang didn't dare to do this back then, so why should he!"

Several old people did not pay attention to this so-called Dongfeng Taoist at all. When Taoist Miaozhen was alive, they said they were very afraid of him. It is true that Taoist Miaozhen is no longer here, and he has been a disciple for about a year. How dare you say that you are the best in the world?

Who believes?

I don’t believe any ghosts.

As for the Dongfeng Taoist's legendary achievements, in their opinion, it is as simple as playing house. Isn't it just doing some community service and cracking down on illegal people?

In their opinion, the only record this kid could achieve was to kill such a small and despicable organization as Qianmen Eight Generals.

"Tonight, let him know what it means to be powerful. Just in time, let me, a few incompetent disciples, give the big guy a try."

The old man who spoke spoke with a Xiangxi accent, and there were four disciples standing behind him. When the master said this, he raised his chest and raised his head, looking majestic and high-spirited.

Everyone present cheered, but some were unfamiliar with it, so they turned around and inquired quietly before finding out.

The old man's name is Pan Xiongfei, and he is a famous magician in western Hunan. They all say that there are three magic arts in western Hunan: evil, poison, and corpse. This old man is proficient in all three, and he is like an old god in western Hunan.

The four disciples behind him are all masters who have become famous in the world of martial arts. They are collectively known as the Four Scorpion Killers.

These people are either dead or maimed. I'm afraid they are not here for the so-called mystery of immortality. In all likelihood, they are here to become famous.

This is the characteristic of strangers in the world. They join in the fun and lead people wherever the excitement is.

Some things obviously have nothing to do with them, but they still want to get involved, just to gain an opportunity to make their own name in the world.

Everyone is extremely disdainful of this kind of speculative behavior, but they can only despise it in their hearts, because looking at the world, it seems that this is the case in many places.

Some people even felt secretly annoyed when they saw Pan Xiongfei seizing the opportunity, blaming themselves for not being able to take the lead.

On the other side, at noon, Zhang Jun turned on the lamp and placed it in the main hall according to what Taoist Miaozhen said. There was no statue of gods on it yet, so it was empty and empty. Fortunately, the lamp did not need to be plugged in. , six batteries, enough to last for three days.

I just don’t know what the master’s purpose is in asking me to do this?
"Brother Zhang, all the things you asked me to bury have been buried."

At this time, Fatty Li came back and said.

"Okay, just leave the rest to me. You go back first. Don't come here for the next few days. You can take the other box of cash. Pay what you need to pay and spend what you need to spend. Wait until I'm done here. Things will naturally contact you.”

Zhang Jun gave Fatty Li the box of cash and signaled Fatty Li to leave as soon as possible.

Fatty Li held the box and didn't know what to say for a moment. He wanted to stay, but after seeing Zhang Jun's decisive eyes, he swallowed the last words that came to his lips.

After saying goodbye to Zhang Jun, Fatty Li reluctantly left the Taoist temple.

No one would care about Fatty Li's departure, as long as Zhang Jun stayed in the Taoist temple.

At this time, Zhang Jun took out the magic weapon Golden Holy Lamp from the storage bag.

"It's a pity that the Soul Gathering Flag was destroyed by Mr. Fu. Otherwise, with the Soul Gathering Flag, I would be able to deal with these little shrimps, which would be easy to do."

Then he walked out of the room, and several pieces of spiritual stones were quietly hidden around the Taoist temple.

Fatty Li had buried the formation base before, which only needed to be distributed in the four corners of the southeast, northwest and northwest. Now he was doing it himself to completely build the formation.

Finally, he walked to the main hall and hung the golden holy lamp on the beam above his head.

A simple golden light killing array was laid out.

The formation is average, but with the power of the sixth-grade magic weapon, it is enough to deal with the cats and dogs outside.

It's getting late.

Zhang Jun is sitting under the main hall. Behind him in the hall is the golden statue of Senior Brother Meng Xingliang. Zhang Jun specially moved it from the side room.

Under the golden body wrapped in red cloth, the electric lamp illuminated his shadow very long, extending all the way to the door.

Directly opposite the main hall is the gate of the Taoist temple.

Next to the gate, there is a stone pillar. It was this stone pillar that blocked Cui Erhu's Hundred Animals Technique, allowing him and Xu Xin to survive today.

Speaking of which, this place and the people of their group are really closely connected.

Meng Xingliang went on a killing spree here, and he killed Cui Erhu here to avenge his senior brother.

Now it's my turn to fight the trapped beast here again.

Thinking about it, it's really fate, it's wonderful.

“Da da da da!!”

At this time, Zhang Jun raised his eyebrows slightly and heard heavy footsteps coming from behind the door.

Immediately following the door, four figures quietly walked in.

The four people were standing on their feet and their figures were extremely light. However, under Zhang Jun's keen senses, the four people's figures were not only as thick as bears, but also ridiculous.

Before the four of them could stand firm, a cold look flashed in Zhang Jun's eyes.

He took out a spiritual stone and held it in his hand, chanting a mantra in his mouth. With a flick of his fingers, the golden holy lamp above his head shone brightly.

The next second a golden light popped out of the lamp.

The four of them felt a dazzling golden light in front of them. Before they could recover, they were hit by a heartbreaking pain. They didn't even have time to scream, and they fell to the ground.

In the camp outside the door, Pan Xiongfei and others watched the scene through a drone. There was a dead silence in the camp.

Everyone blinked and looked at the four people who fell on the ground. After waiting for several seconds to realize that the four people were dead, their eyes widened.

Pan Xiongfei's face turned black and blue. After looking at the four disciples who fell on the ground in shock, his eyes gradually became bloodshot.

"Ahhhhh!!" Pan Xiong jumped up from his chair and rushed outside the Taoist temple gate in one breath. He pointed at Zhang Jun who was sitting in the main hall and said angrily: "Dongfeng kid, you are so cruel and ruthless!"

Zhang Jun ignored him and just stared at Pan Xiongfei with half-lidded eyes, half-smiling.

"you wanna die!!"

Seeing that Zhang Jun dared to provoke him like this, how could Pan Xiongfei remain calm? His eyes were red like a vicious wolf, wanting to tear Zhang Jun into pieces.

He just wanted to take this opportunity to help his disciples quickly become famous in the world, and had no intention of killing them. However, he didn't know what method this kid used, and all four disciples fell to the ground and died in one encounter.

These disciples have inherited his mantle and are closer than their own sons. Today, no matter what, this kid must pay with his blood. Everyone also followed and walked out of the tent.

Seeing Pan Xiongfei's furious look, they looked at each other. Not only did no one persuade him to calm down, but they were even more eager to let Pan Xiongfei go up and fight Zhang Jun, so that they could see what was going on.

With a dark face, Pan Xiongfei took out a box from his arms. When he opened the box, there was a black insect inside.

After everyone saw the bug, they immediately backed away. Pan Xiongfei was good at voodoo, and even more so. Once such a person risked his life against you, everyone around him might be implicated.

Pan Xiongfei stuffed the bug directly into his mouth, and then formed seals with his hands. His entire face turned dark, and a strong evil aura emerged from his body.

Then, under Pan Xiongfei's control, he quickly rushed into the Taoist temple and headed straight for Zhang Jun.

I saw that the shadow was in the shape of a rush, and wherever it passed, it exuded a strange stench.

Kind of smells like bed bugs.

This is Xiangxi's unique Gu subduing technique. Even if you don't need to be in direct contact with the enemy, you can still use this method to inflict poison on the opponent. It can be said that it is impossible to prevent it.

However, to others, the mysterious Gu technique that comes and goes without a trace is exposed without any trace under Zhang Jun's Mysterious Flower Eyes.

He just smiled slightly, flicked his fingers, and the golden holy lamp once again emitted a golden light, directly defeating the black air flow.

Panxiong, who was standing outside the door, flew up and followed him. His face instantly turned pale. He stared straight at Zhang Jun, and he couldn't help but feel a turmoil in his heart.

There are many people who can break their own poison. This is the first time I have encountered someone who broke his own poison so easily.

Under the horror in his heart, he already had some intention of retreating.

After all, it was his apprentice who died, and he was still alive, but if he continued to fight, he had little confidence that he would win, and he might even be killed by the opponent.

Just when Pan Xiongfei was hesitating.

But Zhang Jun took out a white sail from his storage bag and stood it at hand. It was the soul-calling flag that Mr. Fu had destroyed.

Strictly speaking, there was no damage to this thing, but all the original evil spirits inside were destroyed by Mr. Fu.

Now that the other party came to the door, Zhang Jun had no intention of being polite to them. He stood in front of him, waved it gently, and silently recited a spell in his mouth, then sucked in the souls of the four corpses in the corner and dropped them. Enter this soul-calling flag.

"Soul-binding!!"

Everyone outside the door looked cold, and some even shouted angrily: "How dare you imprison the soul! You are really evil!"

Confining the soul and refining the soul has been something that has been intolerable to everyone in the world since ancient times. Once discovered, it will be regarded as evil.

What's more, Zhang Jun is still so blatant.

It is simply more evil than evil. Fortunately, they thought that this Dongfeng Taoist came from a famous family and could be regarded as a rising star in their Taoist school.

I didn't expect that his ruthless methods would be so heart-wrenching.

Faced with the condemnation of everyone, Zhang Jun still looked calm and calm, and just said lightly: "You come to me in such a mighty way to trouble me, how can I be polite to you? Anyway, killing one is killing." , killing ten is still killing. If you kill too many, you will still call me a devil. If this is the case, why should I be polite to you? "

After speaking, he looked at the soul-calling flag in his hand and squinted at the people outside the door.

"Since you are here for the secret of becoming an immortal, you should think that you have the appearance of becoming an immortal. You might as well come into my door. If you can break my formation, I will tell him the way to become an immortal. But if you can't enter, Come on, hey, what does that say? If you don’t work hard in practice, you will be brothers in the soul-calling banner.”

Everyone's face trembled and they looked at Zhang Jun, feeling a little flustered.

Didn’t he come from a famous family as promised?

Why is it more like being from a demon sect?

"Bold, you are my orthodox Taoist, how can you act so arrogantly and bring shame to Immortal Miaozhen!"

An old man wearing martial arts uniforms came out and rushed straight into the Taoist temple gate with a dark face.

"Senior Wu, be careful!!"

Everyone was shocked when they saw this and hurried forward to stop him, but the old man was extremely fast and had already jumped into the Taoist temple gate with a single stride.

Seeing this, Zhang Jun frowned, realizing that this old guy was playing tricks on him, and he dared not kill him rashly.

If it were a young man who had no experience in the world, he would not dare to kill such a rampaging old man.

After all, the state has national laws and families have family rules. Even in the world, it is not a place where people can be unbridled.

But this old man underestimated Zhang Jun.

Little did he know that the young man in front of him was a decisive killer in the competitive world. The moment he saw him jump into the door frame, murderous intent was already in his eyes.

With a flick of his fingertips, a ray of spiritual energy was drawn out from the spirit stone. The next moment, the golden holy lamp above his head flashed, and golden lights suddenly burst out, shooting at the old man.

Seeing that Zhang Jun actually took action, the old man surnamed Wu immediately widened his eyes and held up his hands. His left hand was holding it empty, and his right hand was pushing back. For a moment, wisps of unknown aura rippled around his body, making the surrounding golden light shine. There was a pause, and then there was a deviation, and they all missed the target.

The old man named Wu even used his strength to jump out of the Taoist temple gate.

Zhang Jun was startled when he saw this. He didn't expect there to be such a master in the world.

But when he took a look with the Mysterious Flower Eyes, he found that the old man's hands had begun to tremble. It was obvious that he was able to take over this time at the cost of half his life.

"Old Wu!!"

Seeing this, everyone rushed forward one after another, not daring to put the old man in danger. In particular, several of Mr. Wu's disciples tightly hugged Mr. Wu's thighs, for fear that the old man would attack rashly again.

"Bastard, what are you so worthless things afraid of? I can't break his magic, but he can't even think of killing me."

The old man surnamed Wu scolded with a dark face.

Zhang Jun was stunned and thought to himself: "Good guy, you old man is really shameless."

What does Laojianghu mean? Is this obviously a ploy?
It was obvious that he wanted to use himself as a prestige baby, so he retreated with a feint, and later claimed to the outside world that he had broken through his own golden light array and escaped without any injuries.

Sure enough, when everyone heard what the old man named Wu said, they all praised him.

However, the old man still looked like a master, and said with a regretful expression: "It's just that I'm not good at learning. If he could fully understand the secrets of my Wu Style Chaos Tai Chi, it would be easy to break his evil spells." Just pick it up."

The corners of Zhang Jun's mouth twitched, and there was a bit of evil fire in his eyes. He suddenly stood up and said to the old man named Wu: "It turns out that he is the senior of Wu Style Tai Chi. The senior is indeed strong and strong, and his life span is as long as Nanshan. He has sharp ears and clear eyes, is knowledgeable about the past and the present, and is outstanding..."

Zhang Jun said a lot of flattery in one breath, which immediately made the old man surnamed Wu blush with excitement. He calmed down now. Although he didn't know why Zhang Jun wanted to praise him so much, but with these words, they Wu The reputation of Chaos Tai Chi is about to rise again in the arena.

Just when he was about to put on airs and make good use of Zhang Jun's words to expand his influence.

I saw Zhang Jun clasping his hands together and bowing down to him.

When the old man surnamed Wu saw this, he felt even more happy, but before he could speak, a bone-chilling chill crawled up his spine, and there was a buzzing in his intuitive head.

Immediately, his vision went dark, and after swaying left and right for a while, he fell straight back. At this moment, everyone was in a panic again. They quickly took a pulse and took a look: "No, call an ambulance quickly. This is a stroke." Already...

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(End of this chapter)