"Everyone here will die today." Chengwen's secret was seen through and he wanted to kill and silence him. He kept paying attention to the door, and saw that there was no fish that missed the net, and his heart was slightly wider.

These two minions are Jurchen shamans, who can absorb the souls of living beings and lead the soul into the body when necessary, and their power will be greatly increased.

One of these two people was a green wolf and the other was a wild boar. They were both extremely bloodthirsty and ferocious animals in the mountains and forests. They were also extremely powerful, with thick skin and rough flesh. Even if Bai Feng’s ancient sword was sharp, they would only make them scream and avoid the sword edge. If they wanted to cut them like tofu, they would not be able to.

Fortunately, Bai Feng's sword technique is integrated with offense and defense, and even if he cannot kill the enemy, he is enough to protect himself. However, after receiving a blow from Monk Chengwen just now, he refused to accept Qian Yiqun's spiritual aggregate blessing, so his combat power naturally dropped sharply.

When Monk Chengwen saw that his followers had the upper hand, he walked towards Qian Yiqun gracefully and said, "Master Taoist, are you willing to leave with the little monk?"

"Go? Where to go?" Qian Yiqun pretended not to know, and plotted in his heart: His palm thunder and Wuxiang Fan were both here, and he didn't know if he could plot against this bald thief.

"Tiancong Khan is eager to recruit talents. Just the Taoist priest's hand, the Three Pure Bells can watch the Evergrande Sect alone." Cheng Wen Haoyan said, ignoring the sound of fighting beside him. He just wanted to point out the secret of cultivation and cut off the level of advancement to the Jiangnan monks. Only Qian Yiqun and Bai Feng saw through it, which shows that both of them were sensible.

Although Chengwen also hated Qian Yiqun to see through his identity, he hated Bai Feng's ill-mouthed words even more, so he wanted Bai Feng to kill him, but he spoke to Qian Yiqun.

Qian Yiqun laughed and said, "A ordinary scholar can be a bachelor of the inner academy when he goes to Jiannu, but can the Taoist only take charge of a palace?"

Chengwen was stunned and said to himself: Bachelor of the Inner Academy? What official position is this? Oh, yes, this Taoist man was half-familiar with the Jurchens just now, which shows that it was spread by hearsays. He said: "If the Taoist priest is willing, he can naturally have a military background and glorify his ancestors."

"Can Taoist not shave his head?" Qian Yiqun asked.

Chengwen hesitated and thought to himself: If it weren't necessary to shave it before, but the Khan just customized it last year: Anyone who surrendered to the Han people will shave their hair together.

"If you don't shave your head, you may have to be a palace official." Cheng Wen said.

"How is that?" Qian Yiqun raised his hand and scratched his scalp. "Suddenly I felt itchy in my scalp. Maybe it would be nothing wrong if I shave it."

Chengwen was delighted and was about to speak when he suddenly heard Qian Yiqun shouting: "All the world is thrown!"

In an instant, Cheng Wen seemed to be shrouded in copper coins all over the sky. The copper coins flashed golden light and fell like heavy rain. He quickly used his spiritual power and waved his sleeves to resist. Unexpectedly, the focus was weak, and he secretly cried in his heart: This time he was deceived by that Taoist!

Qian Yiqun had already been close to him, and he swept his head in his hand and shouted, "Rice Pearl!" Just in time, he connected the copper coins of losing money and falling treasures.

The copper coins can be used as treasures, but they have no lethality. They just look quite spectacular and distracting. Qian Yiqun used it into a smoke bomb, but the effect was just right.

When Cheng heard Qian Yiqun shouting a word again, he thought to himself: This man's offensive is not strong. It seems that he is just a person who is asking for advice. He knows everything, but is not proficient in battle formations. If I had a sword in my hand, I could kill this man in just one round.

Seeing that he was still using his sleeves to block it, Qian Yiqun's thoughts had moved and shouted loudly: "Thunder come!"

The thunder in his palm immediately condensed in his hand. As Chengwen just blocked the attack of Wuxiang Fan, a ball of lightning followed and rushed up.

Chengwen took over the attack of Wuxiangfan, took a step back, and felt stuffy in his chest, thinking: This Taoist actually had a trick of being unpredictable to me, but I don’t know if he had committed a military taboo!

He only thought that each spell, whether it is virtual or real, would consume the spiritual aggregate. The spiritual aggregate of mortals support up to three or five spells, so how could he consume it like this? But he didn't know that Qian Yiqun had many spiritual aggregates in nature, and he was extremely promiscuous to use it, and he had never considered the issue of virtual or real. He just started with the instantaneous copper coins falling from the treasure, calculated Cheng Wen's reaction, and replaced the fan.

Finally, it’s your own trick - thunder in the palm!

After turning the Little Liuhe Jue and the Palm Thunder Curse culture into the heart of inaction, Qian Yiqun's palm thunder has greater practical value. At this moment, a "thunder came", and the electric ball in his hand flew out, accurately hit Chengwen.

Cheng Wen's yellow light flashed, and he resisted the thunder in his palm.

Qian Yiqun's eyes were sharp, and he saw that Chengwen's Bodhi seed on the Buddhist beads hanging around his neck broke and fell to the ground. It turned out to be a defensive magic weapon!

Even so, Chengwen still took three steps back, and his throat rushed back to blood, and he trembled before he stood firm. He lowered his sleeves, became angry and said, "I don't know what to lift! I see the magic weapon!"

Qian Yiqun rolled on the spot and had already grabbed a handful of copper coins on the ground. Cheng Wen was spewing out a white banner from his sleeve, with runes of unknown meanings painted with bright cinnabar on it, emitting a foul smell.

The red text and white banners grow when they see the wind, making a whirlwind, and they stand like zombies and fly towards Qian Yiqun.

"All the universe is thrown!" Qian Yiqun's copper coins were flying and hitting the white banner again.

The people trapped in the formation felt the wind was bleak, and they seemed to hear ghosts crying in their ears. Seeing Qian Yiqun throwing out another handful of copper coins, those who were unaware of it thought that Qian Yiqun had some treasures that were pretending to be money, and there were countless copper coins for him to squander.

This time, the copper coins hit the white banner, which immediately hindered the motivation of the white banner, and the ghost crying louder.

"You are so bluffing, you dare to take it out and show off your ugly face!" Monk Chengwen laughed.

"Lou!" Qian Yiqun was also anxious and cheered on Luobao copper coins.

I don’t know if it was his talented spirit that had taken effect or it was a coincidence. As soon as the word "有" was heard, a wailing sound fell on the ground, and was covered with tightness by the copper coins falling from the sky.

Monk Chengwen was shocked and took a step back. He put his hand into his sleeve. This time he took out a yellow copper mani wheel. This mani wheel is the symbol of Tibetan Buddhism. People in Tibet have one. The only difference is that the wealthy use gold, silver and gems, and the poor and humble use pine wood and clay.

The six-character mantra of Guanyin Bodhisattva is engraved on the wheel. Every turn is equivalent to reciting it billions of times. This so-called Dharma theory will be eliminated by the several sins of the Ganges River and the sands.

Monk Chengwen was known as the son of the exoteric sect, but he took out a tantric magic weapon and recited Sanskrit mantras in his mouth. In his hand, the mani cycled continuously.

There were few people present, and they were curious and thought to themselves: Why did this monk take out a child's thing while fighting? Could it be that he was fooled by Lei Gongren?

They had never seen the thunder technique in the palm of their hands. When Qian Yiqun was able to call thunder and lightning just now, they all thought it was Thunder God who came to the world and was shocked. They were also a little lucky, and were glad that they had not collided with this master just now.

Qian Yiqun was facing a great enemy. He was not a rookie who had never seen the world, and what he saw in front of him was different from those who had not yet stimulated the spiritual world. He could clearly see the layers of light waves rippling on the Mani wheel. At first, there was only one or two circles, and each turn would have an extra layer.

Although he stood in front of Chengwen, the closest thing to the monk was the Master of the Wang family and Chen Jiru in the corner. They only heard the whistle and whistle made by the Falun when the Dharma was rotated, and then their heads were confused and they fell to the ground one after another.

Sincerely, I heard that the theory of Dharma is changing faster and faster, and the ripples are getting heavier and heavier.

Qian Yiqun felt dizzy, as if he was sitting on the warp.

Bai Feng was even more unsupported, and the ancient sword in his hand was getting slower and slower. He was about to be taken out by the two monsters and shamans, but he just fell. This fall was a blessing in disguise. The sharp claw barely passed by his chest, taking away the triple cloak, leaving three blood marks that touched the periosteum.

People around him who had shallow cultivation and even had no cultivation at all fell to the ground, still moaning.

In the entire Guanliu Hall, Qian Yiqun was still standing.

"Taoist! I haven't landed yet, so when will I wait!" Chengwen himself reached his limit, and the ** in his hand could no longer be faster.

The world in Qian Yiqun's eyes seemed to be shaking constantly, feeling quite drunk, but he didn't fall down. He held the Qingxin Bell in his hand and started to sing a running bell.

The jingling sound gradually sounded, making Qian Yiqun take root under his feet.

Monk Chengwen became more and more worried. Seeing that the two followers had already solved Bai Feng, he shouted in Jurchen language: "Kill him!"

After the wolf and pig transformed, it seemed that their intelligence was also affected. He rushed towards Qian Yiqun after hearing Chengwen's order.

Qian Yiqun raised the bell and shouted angrily: "Thunder comes!" He seemed to see the three massacres of Jiading in Yangzhou for ten days, as if he saw Qing soldiers like monsters rushing towards innocent people, with their hands rising and falling, and their bodies and heads apart.

The boundless hatred made the palm thunder swell, almost bigger than the head, and it hit the wild boar shaman with a wave.

The wild boar shaman rushed in front, without a guard with magic weapons. He was immediately beaten to pieces by this blow and flew backwards. The hall suddenly filled with burnt aroma of barbecue.

The people who fell to the ground gradually woke up, each of them was weak and could not stand up, so they could only observe the situation around them. A few of them were in better health and woke up quickly. They happened to see Qian Yiqun knocking the wild boar away, and felt relieved: they had not become the food for the demons at last.

A few more people woke up one after another, unable to speak, but just making a sound, reminding Qian Yiqun that the wolf demon had rushed to his face.

Qian Yiqun himself couldn't see it, but he was really unable to dodge. The strange sound made by the Mani wheel made people lose balance. I am afraid that if I take a step, I will fall and never stand up again.

Seeing a huge beast palm like a palm fan, stretching out its five claws as long as a knife, and slapped at him... Qian Yiqun really felt completely disappointed at this moment.

All the changes at today's dinner, the experiences in the mountains yesterday, and even on Qionglong Mountain, in the Sutra Pavilion, and at the county town home... all the scenes I have experienced in my past and present life, the characters I have seen, the kindness I have been cared about, the joys, sorrows and sorrows I have experienced... exploded in my mind!

——Can I just go here?

——Didn’t it mean that three thousand good gods support their bodies once they enter the Taoist sect?

——Didn’t it mean that one day, one will be glad for three lives?

——Didn’t it mean that one thought is true and there is no deception to eliminate the three disasters and nine difficulties!

——Not...

A wolf howl resounded throughout the world, and the huge claws with a sharp storm had been photographed on Qian Yiqun's head. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe to (this site) and reward. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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