From Jiu Shu's world

Henry Zhang shook his head and said: "Entering the game? This is not possible, my game is different from theirs, and my uncle does not allow me to take it by force, but I am just asking for your love."

"Oh? Martial Uncle, it seems that fellow Daoist's Martial Uncle is indeed a highly respected person who seeks the Tao."

The old master narrowed his eyes slightly and gave a praise.

"Uncle Master is indeed so."

Henry Zhang nodded with a smile, then looked at the old celestial master, and asked, "I wonder what the old celestial master wants?"

"Fellow Daoist knows a lot."

When the old master heard what Henry Zhang meant, he had already understood in his heart, and saw that Henry Zhang had somewhat guessed the relationship between the master's speed and the origin of the Eight Miraculous Skills. The calmness in the words was terrifying.

The two confronted each other for a long while, their auras colliding like dragons.

Silently.

But the dead leaves in the courtyard had turned into powder at some point.

After a long time, the old heavenly master flashed a golden light, and went straight to Henry Zhang, using the golden light spell of Longhushan.

Henry Zhang didn't hide, and stretched out his hand to gently hold the golden light.

"Clanging"

A sound like a metal collision broke the silence of the small courtyard, and Henry Zhang was unharmed.

"It's good to practice kung fu."

Zhang Zhiwei boasted with a smile, the golden light shrank slightly, and when it stopped in Henry Zhang's hand, it turned out to be a light ball the size of a glass ball.

"Tap Tap"

The old heavenly master suddenly turned around and walked towards the room, while walking, he said slowly: "Okay, fellow Taoist, you should rest too, you already have three girlfriends, and you still play riddles with an old man at night, I don't feel ashamed either."

The old man babbled, but Henry Zhang laughed.

With a pinch of the fingertips, hundreds of teeny-sized meridians burst out from the ball of light, floating in front of him.

The old celestial master Zhang Zhiwei walked to the door without turning back. He paused for a while, and said in a calm and gentle voice: "The Golden Light Curse and the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Lightning Technique are given to fellow Taoists to help you. , if fellow daoist wants to take it, go on your own, with a fellow daoist's temperament, you can't do evil things even if you think about it."

Although I have not been in contact with him for a long time, the old master of Henry Zhang's temperament has found out a little bit, and he has a little more trust.

He walked into the door and closed it. After a while, a voice came from inside the door, saying: "As for the things here, let's take a look."

Chapter 433 Warlock

After one night, no one knew what happened in the old Tianshi's house.

The quarter-final match has also begun in full swing. The first match is the duel between Bilian Zhang Chulan and Tangmen Tanglong.

Before the match started, the auditorium was already full of noise and shouting. Shan Shitong appeared after the match yesterday.

But no matter whether it was the troublemaker or the referee from Longhushan, he did not reveal any news about his disappearance yesterday.

The good-natured ones and the angry ones don't think it's a big deal. Although they couldn't ask any news, they turned around and began to spread rumors, saying that Zhang Chulan's methods were despicable. Not only did he imprison Shan Shitong, but he also threatened him not to tell the truth.

For a moment, the crowd was furious, and everyone thought Zhang Chulan was a black-hearted, shameless bastard. As soon as he entered the arena, the audience's scolding never stopped.

Zhang Chulan was wearing overalls and stood in the field with a very abnormal expression, without the hippie smile of the past.

His opponent today is someone from the Tang Sect.

Fourteen years ago, in that unknown forest, his grandfather Zhang Huaiyi had a duel with an old man from the Tang Sect, and he was killed by the alchemy in his body and died in the forest.

Zhang Chulan had hatred in his heart, not only hated the Tang Sect, but also had resentment in his heart. After more than ten years of forbearance, whether it was humiliation or grievance, when he met Tang Long at this time, it seemed that he didn't intend to bear it anymore.

As soon as Tang Long entered the stage, his expression was faintly disdainful, and he said: "Hurry up and end it, there are still a few games to come, I don't want to waste time."

"Hehe, what a coincidence, Brother Tang, I thought so too."

A smile appeared on Zhang Chulan's calm face, but this smile made Tang Long opposite him startled.

How dare this scoundrel in front of him say such a thing.

What is his reliance?

Thinking subconsciously in her mind, she was absent-minded for a moment, and suddenly Zhang Chulan in front of her moved.

The figure is so fast that it almost disappears.

But faster than Zhang Chulan was a white thunder that shot out.

Like a silver snake, piercing the space.

In an instant, it hit Tang Long's chest.

Zhang Chulan got the teaching of Henry Zhang, and Lei Fa's understanding improved to a higher level.

The yang thunder came, not only because the qi in his body was mobilizing.

Even when he shot out, he absorbed the aura of heaven and earth, and his speed increased by three points. Although Tang Long wanted to avoid it, he could dodge there.

Tang Long's chest was scorched black, and he flew upside down.

Zhang Chulan, who rushed out quickly, was behind him at this time, grabbing his neck.

The thunder light surged on his body, and the surrounding spiritual energy was poured in, and a lavender thunder light rushed to Tang Long's body.

The light burst out, and the smell of burning began to spread.

In an instant, Tang Long lost his ability to fight.

"How is this possible!"

"How could Zhang Chulan not want Bilian?"

"Cheating, it must be cheating!"

The audience was quiet for a moment, and suddenly they all shouted, and the chaotic shouts were much louder than when they entered the arena.

Except for a few people who fell into silence, more people were red-faced as if they had personally encountered the shady scene, and the insult deepened.

Zhang Chulan's eyes swept away, and his eyes were full of sneers. These people just couldn't see people who were considered inferior to them suddenly surpassing them.

"Hey, brother referee, am I winning?"

Zhang Chulan threw Tang Long on the ground casually, turned to the referee and asked.