Tao Zang Xuan Zhi

Zhong Wanling pushed the armrest hard, turned over and landed, and the armchair spun up and flew up in front of him.

With a"pop" sound, the pear wood armchair in the air exploded instantly. Zhuo Yansong was about to give another palm, but he felt a sharp wind behind his head, and it was the Vajra Fan flying back!

Zhuo Yansong turned around, and the diamond fan rubbed Zhuo Yansong's hair and returned to Zhong Wanling's hand. Then the golden light swirled, and the sharp fan wind hit him again. Zhuo Yansong held the folding fan again to block it. The folding fan was hit hard and could not bear the heavy blow, and instantly turned into pieces of wood.

Zhuo Yansong gave up his fan and spun around, retreating one step forward and two steps forward. His luck palm actually used a lot of energy. Zhong Wanling did not dodge or dodge, he pushed out a palm and used the wind of his palm to meet the wind of his palm.

"court death!"

The two palms struck each other, and the two huge energies collided violently, exploding into an unstoppable hurricane, which tore away several feet of tables, chairs, floor tiles around the two people, and half of the stage. Half of the red silk top was also blown off.

The two people in the center were evenly matched, and no one took a step back!

"How can it be……"Zhuo Yansong showed his fierceness and said almost through gritted teeth. In Zhuo Yansong's view, Zhong Wanling's move was tantamount to hitting an egg against a stone. How could a female cultivator who had not yet broken through the Great Zhoutian fight against a Golden Elixir cultivator. But he really used a lot of strength in the palm just now. Why is this woman not only not broken or broken, but she is still standing in front of him as if nothing happened! ?

Zhong Wanling took back his numb palms and clasped them behind his back. He held the diamond fan in one hand and said with a calm smile:"If I were alone, it would be impossible."

Baiyao took the silver needle from Zhong Wanling's back and called out"Master" softly. Zhong Wanling turned his head slightly and nodded."Go."

Although Baiyao was worried that Zhong Wanling would cause chaos, she had no choice but to save the two people on the stage first. She jumped onto the stage with a sudden heart.

"Do you think you can save people from me?!"Zhuo Yansong flew up with a palm and chased Baiyao's back.

Baiyao did a forward somersault with one hand on the ground, jumped onto the stage, and barely escaped. At the same time, an orange tulle suddenly wrapped around Zhuo Yansong's arm like a python, With a jerk, he pulled it back. It was so strong and tough that it didn't look like a piece of silk, but like a real python.

Zhuo Yansong hit a spiritual critical strike, but it missed. He didn't care about his immortality. He burst into a roar:"Fuck them all! No one is allowed to run away!"

Only then did a group of reckless men react, and they went into battle, and several red maids holding weapons jumped on the stage.

Baiyao threw a handful of powdered medicine with his backhand, knocking down two or three maids. Yu Gengze, Han Cheng Just now they untied the immortal locks on Sun Zhaoyang and Wei Meng. Wei Meng shook his hands smoothly and said he couldn't accept it:"Senior sister, how can you use poison?!"

"It's Ma Fei Powder, not a drug. Also, who do you think this situation is due to?" Baiyao glared at Wei Meng angrily.

Sun Zhaoyang also calmly tried to persuade him:"Oh, junior brother, don't worry so much. Didn't they also use the drug to stupefy us two? Junior sister helped us get it back."

"Everyone said it was Ma Fei San, not a drug!"

"Stop it! Look at the situation! Here they come!"Han Cheng looked at the people surrounding him, took a step back in panic, and bumped into Yu Gengze.

"calm down! Their cultivation level is not as high as yours!"Yu Gengze glared at Han Cheng angrily, and as he spoke, he and Baiyao got into a stance, blocking Sun Zhaoyang and Wei Meng behind them. Sun Zhaoyang and Wei Meng wanted to help, but they didn't use weapons to protect themselves. There was not even a thing to cover the body.

At this moment, there was a sound of cracking boards above the head, and someone shouted:"Here we come!""

"then!"I saw two young men leaping down from the roof and throwing a pile of clothes at Sun Zhaoyang and Wei Meng.

Sun Zhaoyang and Wei Meng were not hesitant, they grabbed the clothes thrown and hurriedly put them on. The maid in red How could we give them time? They all rushed forward, but before Gengze and Han Cheng took action, the maids were swept away by the man who just jumped down with a stick.

"Tsk! They are all women anyway."Liang Congyun held two unsheathed long swords and used them as sticks. He looked at the maids who were on their backs in the audience. He frowned and threw the two swords in his hands to Sun Zhaoyang and Wei Meng. He said disdainfully:"I don't hit women.. I'll leave it to you here."As he said that, he was about to jump off the stage.

Sun Zhaoyang and others were speechless: Chao Yunshan's stinky problem has not been cured, is it? He still needs to see Baiyao for treatment. Baiyao put his hands on his hips and said angrily:"Humph, I'm so good at pretending, I don't know. Who is it that always takes action against Master?"

This provocation really worked. Liang Congyun immediately rushed back angrily and said solemnly and solemnly:"Junior sister, a woman must first be a human being! Which eye of yours sees that our master looks like a human being? ?"

Sun Zhaoyang and others looked at the aggrieved senior brother in silence, and said in their hearts: It's a good thing Master doesn't have time to fight Zhuo Yansong now, or else she won't blow your head off!

During the conversation, a flaming figure came down the mountain like a tiger. , the fierce energy was like a tiger roaring. Liang Congyun turned around and drew his sword, using the sheath as a stick to block it.

——The person who came was holding a pair of silver thorns and wearing a high ponytail. She was actually a woman!

"A woman again? Liang Congyun bared his teeth, and as soon as his hands were loosened, he cursed:"Is this damn Zhuo Yansong opening a harem or a sect?"!"

The red-clothed pony-tailed woman was ashamed and angry, her face turned red with anger, the iron thorns turned over in her hands, and she stabbed Liang Congyun's eyes.

In an instant, a burst of scarlet powder rushed towards her face. The pony-tailed woman turned her ponytail into a wave and said disdainfully :"You can show off your trivial skills in front of Great Zhou Tian!"But after saying that, she felt something was wrong. The ponytail woman felt a stinging pain on her hands and face, and then it itched unbearably. She jumped back three steps, and when she looked again, she saw patches of red rashes on her hands.

Bai Yao Lan With a wave of his sleeve, he collected the scarlet powder floating in the air, stuck out his tongue and made a face at the woman."What about Great Zhoutian? How does this girl’s special itching powder feel? Immediately, he slapped Liang Congyun on the back angrily and urged:"Hurry up!" Master is watching! Liang

Congyun just wanted to curse:"Am I a dog?"!"

On the other side, Zhong Wanling really has no time to care about her disciples, who are the enemy and are still playing tricks. The spiritual power controls Pibo and Zhuo Yansong, who have fought back and forth for several times. The spiritual power blessed Pibo is tougher than a python. With strong force, he bit Zhuo Yansong's arm. The more Zhuo Yansong beat him, the more impatient he became. He grabbed the cloth with his backhand and tugged hard. Zhong Wanling did not come over. Instead, he flew into the air like a paper kite, with his sharp fan tightly. It flew close to the shawl. Zhuo Yansong felt angry in his heart, yanked the shawl violently, turned around, and avoided the flying fan. A cold light flashed around his waist, and a cold light was like a poisonous snake, sticking to the shawl. He rushed towards the person at the other end.

But before he could catch up to the other end, the silk cloth was on fire, and the flames rushed back along the silk cloth like a fiery snake. Zhuo Yansong stirred the soft sword, and the silver sword light and the fiery snake burst into the air. During the struggle, the flaming cloth was immediately shattered into pieces, turning into red fragments and falling down one after another.