My immortal cultivation game has come true

At this moment.

In the main hall.

Yang Ying's face was livid.

In front of him stood a muscular man who was about 1.8 meters tall and was shouting that he wanted to exchange martial arts.

Behind the muscular man, there was a young man holding a selfie stick, pointing the screen at the muscular man and Yang Ying.

"New family members, please pay attention. Brother Yao is a tough guy who doesn't talk much. He said he came to exchange martial arts with Taoist Xuanqing, and he rushed over immediately."

"Family members, please give us some gifts, and we'll start fighting in a while!" The young man first rotated his mobile phone in a circle, and finally aimed it at the muscular man.

The muscular man also took the opportunity to face the camera, making various gestures and showing off his tendon muscles.

People who like to watch the excitement, regardless of race or nationality, gathered around after seeing this scene.

Some of the pilgrims who were watching showed displeasure on their faces, thinking that what Brother Yao said was a bit too much. How could they exchange martial arts in the main hall? It was clearly a challenge.

But at the same time, they also had some expectations in their hearts. After all, everyone was curious about whether Taoist Xuanqing could master the legendary martial arts.

"Sir, I'll say it again. The Taoist is still busy. If you want to challenge the Taoist, please wait until 11 o'clock at noon and tell him in person, instead of shouting here!" Yang Ying frowned and looked cold.

Hearing this.

The muscular man sneered, his hands folded in front of his chest, looking arrogant.

On the contrary, the young man behind the muscular man kept muttering provocative words such as "anxious" on the screen of his mobile phone.

Yang Ying bit her lip.

She was not worried about whether her own Taoist could beat him, but she felt that if something like this happened, it would definitely make the Taoist annoyed, and then it would be her dereliction of duty.

Just when she was hesitating whether to knock on the door and call the Taoist.

She saw a tall and dignified figure, walking slowly from the inner courtyard with a leisurely pace.

"Taoist!" Yang Ying was overjoyed.

The pilgrims who were watching also cast their eyes over.

With fair skin, red lips and white teeth, long hair tied up with a headband, and a well-proportioned figure matched with a Taoist robe.

‘What a handsome Taoist priest with a fairy-like appearance’

This was the first impression of everyone when they saw Xuanqing, including the muscular man and the young man who was broadcasting live.

“Are you Taoist Priest Xuanqing? Our Brother Yao will give you some advice today.” The young man moved the camera over and shouted carelessly with his head held high.

The muscular man Yao next to the young man also stared at him with disdain.

Although he had to admit that the Taoist priest in front of him had an extraordinary temperament, he did not think that with his figure, he could fight with him.

At this moment.

Xuanqing looked indifferent, and his eyes swept around, and finally stopped at the young man who was broadcasting live on his mobile phone.

Without doing anything else, he just released the divine power of the 9th-rank immortal official of the Left Judge of the Five Thunders Courtyard, and enveloped the young man.

"You are pretending to be you"

The young man was full of disdain, and was about to say something provocative, preferably to provoke this pretentious Taoist priest to take the first step.

The next moment.

His face suddenly changed.

A vast breath rushed towards him, as if he was facing a gluttonous beast, and he would be swallowed up in the next moment.

This is a kind of suppression at the level of life!

Drops~ Da Da

A few drops of unknown liquid flowed along the trouser legs over the ankles, and finally filled the pair of flashy sneakers on his feet.

An inexplicable stench filled the air.

Everyone followed the smell and found that the stench was coming from the trousers of the young man who was filming. If they looked carefully, they saw urine stains.

Scared to pee!

As the saying goes, God's grace is like the sea, and God's power is like a prison.

Seeing this scene.

Xuan Qing frowned.

We can't let this evildoer dirty this hall.

The thought came to him.

The magic power in his body came out and turned into an invisible illusory big hand, which grabbed the young man's neck like twisting a chicken and gently threw him out!

Whoosh~

Plop!

He fell directly under the locust tree and fell into the mud.

The bones of an adult are hard and brittle. Although the hall is only half a meter away from the front yard, it is enough to break his bones.

Severe pain and incomparable fear.

The young man lay on the ground with a pale face, breathing cold air from his mouth, and only deep fear remained in his eyes.

It was at this moment.

The urine on his body finally dripped onto the ground and turned into fertilizer to nourish the locust tree.

From the young man's opening mockery to his rolling directly under the willow tree, it was only a moment, and everyone hadn't even reacted yet.

So.

Everyone was stunned.

The muscular man was also stunned.

In their eyes, they couldn't see the big hand transformed by the magic power.

The young man only taunted, then rushed out of the hall as if he was crazy, and fell headfirst in front of the locust tree.

It took a long time.

The onlookers finally reacted.

"Oh my god, what is this guy doing? Is he trying to scam me?"

"Too cruel, this guy can be so cruel to himself, but his brain is not working well."

"Yeah, you see, he didn't even turn off the camera, and he still wants to scam me!"

The onlookers talked about it.

These words reached the ears of the muscular man, making him blush.

The cameraman was arranged by the economic company. It is said that he is very smart on weekdays, but the result is like this?

At this moment, the muscular man thought that the cameraman was crazy, but he didn't think about whether it was Xuanqing who did it. After all, there is no such thing as magic power in this world!

"Xiao Li, what the hell are you doing? We are here to challenge the club. If you continue like this, I will ask Mr. Wang to fire you when I go back!"

The muscular man was furious and shouted at the young man under the locust tree.

However.

The young man under the locust tree screamed with a wail: "It's broken, Brother Yaoyao, save me!"

At this time.

The muscular man only noticed the pale face of the young man and the puddle of dirt on the ground.

"Take your companions and leave Qingping Temple!" Xuanqing glanced at the wailing young man and said to the muscular man indifferently.

Facing such people who are mean for fame and fortune, he will never indulge them.

"I"

The muscular man's face turned red, but he didn't dare to say anything in the end.

He is not a fool. He still can't see the problem. Obviously, all this in front of him is related to this evil Taoist priest.

"Alas~"

Finally.

The muscular man lowered his head and walked to the locust tree without saying a word. He ignored the young man's pig-like wailing and carried him on his back.

He left the Taoist temple in such a dejected manner!

A breeze blew.

The smell was everywhere.

Xuan Qing frowned slightly, walked to the locust tree in the front yard, looked at the stains on the ground, and was a bit disappointed.

Immediately.

He pinched his fingers and murmured softly:

"The heaven and earth are natural, the foul air is dispersed, the cave is mysterious, and it is shaking."

A "purification spell" was recited, and the stains on the ground were quickly evaporated and floated outside the yard, dissipating with the breeze.

"Laymen, it's noon."

"I want to recite the scriptures here, and I hope those who listen will stay!"