Just when Qingchenguan was planning to help Yu Hong start to gain a little fame, he was in front of a teahouse near Taizhou.

At the wooden signboard with the words "Pure and Natural", a young man wearing a Qingchen Taoist robe was quietly waiting for a wavy blond woman to come out.

The two stood in front of the door, exchanging glances.

"The alliance has decided to take action together the day after tomorrow. You will cooperate internally to destroy the formation and determine the whereabouts of the information." The woman raised her hand and threw a dark object.

The man caught it and looked at it. "Okay. Who will take action then?"

"The Seventh Son of the Yuan Fei is here, which is enough to solve it. They are basically old, weak, sick and disabled people. Although they are Dao veins, they have long lost their fighting power in order to make money and enjoy themselves. With the help of magic, we should be able to eliminate them within a day. "The woman said casually. "This is the beginning. Our main opponent is the team of masters sent by Dao Meridian later."

"I understand. Why did you suddenly decide to start early? I have only been lurking for two years. I originally thought it would take four or five years." The man asked.

"Who knows." The blonde woman said lazily.

"But it's okay. If you chant sutras all day long, you almost forget who you are." The man said calmly, put away his belongings, and turned around to leave.

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* The scene of the small meeting. "The discussion begins."

With everyone watching, Yu Hong and Taoist Yuan Hua from Jiufangguan were finally ready to confront each other. They saw Yu and Mo pulling here and there, trying to pull things off to the young disciple.

Jiufangguan didn't know what they were thinking, but they happened to have full confidence in their Taoism, so they immediately agreed.

After all, the matter this time is not big or small. If they really had to do it themselves, the impact would be too great. On the contrary, if the disciples take action, it will be easier to control whether they win or lose.

Then, it became what it is now.

The veteran Taoists from Jiufangguan sat together with Yu Mo and others, and they all seemed to be smiling and talking and laughing. In fact, everyone's attention was focused here.

Yu Hong represents the face of Qingchen Temple. Originally Zhengming should be promoted, but thinking that he had lost to Yu Hong before, he recommended that Yu Hong be promoted.

"Stop as soon as you click. Remember not to hurt the other party. Just have a friendly discussion." Taoist Yumo said seriously and loudly.

"Yes, Uncle Master!" Zhengming responded quickly and loudly without waiting for the other party to respond. This was to set the tone first.

Although Jiufangguan was dissatisfied, they did not refute and could only acquiesce. Yu Hong glanced at the people watching around him.

There are two Yuzi generation members, Zhengming and the four of them, and there are also invited representatives of local celebrities, about five or six in number.

Including the dozen or so people at Jiufang Temple, it seems that there are quite a few people.

"The competition is about to begin, count down to three times, get ready." A person from Jiufang Temple temporarily acted as a singer, raising his right hand high and raising three fingers.

"Three." Two.

Yu Hong and Taoist Yuanhua raised their hands at the same time, preparing to make their fingerprints.

The sand of resentment has already been placed on the ground between the two of them. This time it is more luxurious, one bottle for each person. "One!"

Whoosh!

In Taoist Yuanhua's hand, there was a milky white porcelain vase with a narrow neck. He held the porcelain vase and tapped it lightly.

Suddenly, a trace of invisible power boiled out of the porcelain bottle and rushed towards Yu Hong.

The invisible force attracted the sand of resentment in mid-air, and soon turned into a silver mask with a vague human face that was half a person tall.

The mask opened its mouth, spraying out a thin silver thread like hair, and rushed towards Yu Hong. "Go." Yu Hong also released the first level of terrifying shadow - the mysterious man in white. The man in white is brave and not afraid of death. Head on directly.

Puff puff puff!!

In an instant, a large silver thread penetrated the body of the man in white, causing his pace to slow down a lot.

But that was all. The tiny holes on the man in white quickly healed and disappeared. He swooped down, closed the distance, and grabbed the silver mask.

puff.

Tear it hard and the mask is torn to pieces on the spot.

At the same time, after the mask shattered, a black mist was released, covering the man in white.

It gets entangled here.

On the other side, Yu Hong and Taoist Yuan Hua unanimously chose to find another battlefield again.

The two of them once again summoned a withered girl and a second antler mask.

Kumei was obviously restrained by the Antler Mask, but due to the special nature of her own flash, the two struggled for several minutes, but could not decide the winner.

Immediately afterwards, the third battle began. Taoist Yuanhua's face became solemn. "I saw it wasn't Zhengming Shang before, so I thought something was wrong with him. But now it seems that you are simply stronger, right?" He said solemnly. .

Opening two games in a row at this time was very draining on his Taoist spirit.

But Yu Hong, who was opposite him, still looked calm and looked as usual, as if he was the same as when he was not consumed.

This is a bit exaggerated.

"Actually, it was Senior Brother Zhengming who gave me this training opportunity." Yu Hong explained, "I am not very strong myself, and I am still not as good as Senior Brother."

"Hehehe." Taoist Yuanhua glanced at Zhengming, who had a dull expression on his side, and cursed in his heart how hypocritical this Qingchen Temple person was.

But on the surface, of course, he could only keep a straight face and say nothing. He raised his hand to make seals and shook the porcelain bottle again.

Immediately, a new wave of power surged out quickly, and was quickly absorbed by the sand of resentment. It took shape and condensed into a mask with ferocious horns like an evil spirit.

On Yu Hong's side, a new fearful figure also emerged, and a vague translucent human shape emerged.

That's the speaker!

Yucai condensed an outline, and then released circles of invisible and substantial airflow, blowing around.

Even if it makes the people in Jiufang Temple change their color slightly.

It's not that they have never seen the horror shadow of Qingchen Temple, but this is the first time they have seen this kind of weird style.

As soon as this evil figure emerged, Yu Mo and others also looked slightly sideways, stepped forward, and their expressions became a little solemn.

Taoist Yuan Hua already felt that something was wrong at this time, but it was too late to change his technique. Moreover, the evil ghost face this time was the strongest technique in his hand.

Bang! The moment the whisperer took shape, the evil ghost face hit him head-on. With a muffled sound, the evil ghost face was forcefully bounced several meters away.

But the speaker still stood in place, and the jelly-like texture on his body quickly disappeared, leaving only pure translucency.

His breath also became restrained and motionless.

"The gap is out. That ghost face can't touch Zhengrou's fearful shadow at all!" Zhengxia whispered, with a bit of shock in her eyes. "In just such a short period of time, I have caught up with Taoist Yuanhua for so many years."

"This is the qualification, it doesn't make sense at all..." Zhengming shook his head. "But what is that thing that Zhengrou summoned? Why have I never seen it before? Junior sister, have you seen it?"

Zhengxia shook her head.

"I've never seen it before, maybe Master and the others know about it."

The two of them looked at Yu Mo Yu Hen and others and found that they were all staring at Yu Ren, some frowned, and some were just out of curiosity.

Yu Mo and Yu Hen, two old Taoists, were also guessing about the origin of the speaker's identity.

"That thing... is very dangerous. And there are many details. It is either an image of fantasy and fear all year round, or it is an image of folk ghosts and gods in certain folk customs." Yu Mo said in a low voice.

"I think it's a bit like the real one..." Guan Yuhen said with a frown.

"Really?? If this level is real, is it possible...?" Yu Mo suddenly thought of Yu Hong's backstory about the case of Huangsong Island.

"Probably... this can be considered a blessing in disguise." Yuhen nodded. As soon as the speaker's appearance appeared, it was obvious that he was not an ordinary character.

At this time, the man in white had already suppressed the mask opposite him and held it in his hand.

"Awesome! Then... how do you execute this move next?"

Taoist Yuanhua got a little angry and immediately pressed a black gold pendant on his chest. Buzz!

The moment he held the pendant, an invisible spiritual wave suddenly spread to the entire hall with him as the center.

This time, everyone noticed something different. A depressing atmosphere slowly emerged.

"It's a Taoist weapon! Inherited Taoist weapon!" Yu Mo leaned forward again, "Zhengrou is the only one who got the Taoist tool. I don't know if I can handle it!"

"Let's see first. If it doesn't work, he will admit defeat." Yuhen shook his head. Not far away, Zhengming and the other four also looked worried.

"I have used all the inherited Taoist tools. I really worked hard." Zhengming frowned, "I can't master the use of Taoist tools so quickly. Zhengrou is at a disadvantage in this regard."

"I think Zhengrou still has some confidence." Zhengxia has been following Yu Hong these days and has vaguely observed his temper.

Seeing his unmoving expression on the field, he knew that things were not beyond his control.

On the other hand, the local representatives on the side applauded and applauded when they saw such a miraculous battle. It was a strange and lively scene.

I didn't notice the solemn atmosphere at this time.

Taoist Yuanhua held the pendant, and resentful sand suddenly gathered behind him, forming a three-meter-high silver bull-head mask human figure.

The tauren-faced man held a silver axe, raised his feet and rushed towards Yu Hong. Puff puff puff!!

Every time it takes a step, translucent gel is dripping from its body.

That was Yu Ren silently exerting his ability, causing him to receive a steady stream of continuous damage.

But this kind of damage is of no use, it has no effect on the man in the bull-headed mask.

In an instant, it ran up to the speaker and waved its axe. Whoa!
To be continued...