Those years of fast-wearing and paranoid teasing each other

"Bang!" The courtyard door opened outwards, one to the two sides, and directly knocked and flew the two people rushing towards the door!

The inch-headed monk couldn't dodge in time, and got two pipe marks on his face. Daoist Mo blocked it with his hands, then flicked his sleeves abruptly, and slammed the door back!

The other people holding the camera lens were blown to the ground by the wind. When they got up with blank faces, they saw that not only the courtyard gate was wide open, but also the main gate in the courtyard was open. The house was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

"Stand back!" Mo Daochang picked up the mahogany sword that fell on the ground, pulled out a few yellow talismans from his long sleeve with one hand, and threw them into the air!

The three yellow talismans were suspended in mid-air in an instant. Mo Daochang swiped the mahogany sword towards his hand, and a streak of blood splashed on the yellow talismans.

Following Mo Daochang's long cry "Go!", the three yellow talismans flew into the courtyard in an instant, and rushed straight into the main entrance!

The staff holding the live broadcast with the mobile phone bracket quickly aimed the live broadcast camera at the courtyard——Mo Daochang’s series of movements were so smooth that it seemed real. Now they also want to know what will happen in the courtyard What.

The host quickly got instructions from the director team, adjusted his hair casually, and began to say in an excited tone: "Master Mo was casting a spell just now, is there really something weird about this courtyard?"

"Amitabha, it's dangerous here. All benefactors, it's better to stay away from here." The inch-headed monk picked up the golden Zen staff that fell on the ground, and patiently persuaded him.

But now everyone's attention is on Daoist Mo, and everyone is watching the situation in the yard with their cameras up, regardless of what the inch-headed monk said.

The next moment, the three yellow talismans beaten into the room by Mo Daochang flew out the same way and hung in front of several people. Each talisman had an extra word - get out!

Mo Daochang: "..."

The barrage in the live broadcast room was filled with 666 in an instant!

——Special effects for fifty cents, superb acting skills!

——Are all the live broadcasts like this now?The special effects were done in advance, and a group of people performed live, all of them acted as if they were real.

——Fake is fake, but their acting skills are good!

……

Daoist Mo's face showed anger, and he swung his sword to cut off the talisman papers with the word "roll" written on them, and rushed into the yard directly!

The host showed hesitation, feeling that trespassing on someone else's house was not good, and the director team also shook their heads, signaling them to shoot at the door, so that they could explain that the Taoist priest didn't listen to the arrangement of the program team.

If they also went in and the host blamed it, they really couldn't explain it clearly!

However, Daoist Mo had just stepped into the courtyard when another gust of wind blew him away again!

This dark wind only blows towards Mo Daochang, so from the eyes of others, it is Mo Daochang who took a step forward, obviously leaning forward, but suddenly fell on his back!It was like being pushed by an invisible hand!

This scene was a little weird, and the scene fell into dead silence for an instant.

Daoist Mo sat up, covered his chest, and vomited a mouthful of blood.

The inch-headed monk uttered the Buddha's name again, and stood in front of Mo Daochang. He put the Zen stick in his hand on the ground, and began to chant the mantra.

The Zen staff gradually began to spin on the spot, and the golden rings on it collided with each other, making a tinkling sound.Soon, the golden Zen stick was suspended from the ground, turned around, and rushed out into the room!

host:! ! !

Staff holding a mobile phone stand:! ! !

Depend on!how did you do that!There is no cord traction at all!

But the golden Zen staff flew in, and in less than three seconds, it flew back the same way, and even faster, directly rushed to the inch-headed monk. The inch-headed monk quickly backed up, and the head of the Zen staff directly inserted into the floor tiles under his feet In, deeply submerged!

Cuntou monk: "..."

host:"……"

Everyone in the studio:! ! !

woc!This wave effect is awesome!This is not much better than those martial arts movies that not only do not speed up, but also deliberately slow down to posses!

Look at the speed at which the Zen staff flies out, if the inch-headed monk is slower to dodge, he will definitely be poked!

——Okay, enough foreshadowing!Who the hell is inside!

——I can guess what happened next! No. 11 people with special abilities appear.

——Given such a long time and action scenes to pave the way, the people who will appear next must have given the crew a lot of money, right?

——Let us witness together, the finale appearance of Long Aotian!

Coincidentally, just as the barrage crossed the screen, a figure appeared at the door of the dark room.

The man was wearing well-cut black suit trousers and a bright red silk shirt. He was tall and tall with broad shoulders and narrow waist.

The man walked down the steps of the door step by step, and that face appeared from the shadows.

Sharp-edged silhouette, tight thin lips, high nose, and dark peach eyes...

Who is this face if it's not Qin Jincheng?

host:"……"

director:"……"

Studio:"……"

The world suddenly became quiet, and even the barrage area was briefly cleared.

Daoist Mo spoke first. He pointed at Qin Jincheng with his mahogany sword, and said sharply, "You are the one who summoned a hundred ghosts last night! Tell me! What exactly are you trying to do!"

Qin Jincheng: "What did I do, can't you open your eyes to see for yourself? Or, you have a whole body of cultivation, but you can't even open your eyes?"

Hearing this, Mo Daoshi took out a yellow talisman, bit his fingertips, quickly drew a blood-red eye on the yellow talisman, burned the talisman paper with his fingertips, and then waved his hand to grab the dissipated talisman. The yellow talisman was stained with gray, and it was slapped on the center of his eyebrows.

After waiting for a while, Mo Daoshi slowly opened his eyes, and at the same time, a pair of blood-colored eyes opened on his forehead.

As the eyes of the sky opened, Taoist Mo saw a ghost in red hanging on Qin Jincheng's body!

Mo Daoshi's pupils shrank slightly: "You! You actually drove a ghost!"

Mo Daoshi's eyes moved down, and his tone was even more shocking: "You are obviously not a ghost, but you are full of ghost aura! Could it be that you have been possessed by a ghost!"

Qin Jincheng: "..."

Qin Jincheng glanced at Wen Yunlin who was hanging on the side, and said meaningfully: "It is indeed sitting on me..."

Wen Yunlin covered Qin Jincheng's mouth with his hand.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he revealed the golden chain hidden in his sleeve. Mo Daoshi saw it with sharp eyes and instantly recognized what it was: "You are the ghost master!"

Mo Daoshi: "Since you are a ghost master, you should know the horror of gathering a hundred ghosts! You are clearly guilty of a crime that cannot be pardoned!"

After all, Taoist Mo waved his hand towards the sky, and a blue light immediately appeared in the palm of his hand. After the blue light dissipated, a sharp long sword took shape in an instant, with two words engraved on the hilt - Exorcism.

Daoist Mo held a mahogany sword in one hand and a devil-killing sword in the other, and attacked Qin Jincheng!

Seeing him flying towards him, Qin Jincheng quickly dodged sideways, stretched out his hand again, and slapped his hand holding the mahogany sword fiercely!

Daoshi Mo felt a pain in his hand, and as soon as he loosened his hand holding the peach wood sword, the peach wood sword was cut off by Qin Jincheng.

Qin Jincheng, who had taken the mahogany sword, did not hesitate, and slammed the sword on the side of Mo Daoshi's Demon Slaying Sword, and the Demon Slaying Sword made a buzzing sound.

At this moment, the golden Zen stick flew towards him again, Qin Jincheng turned sideways to avoid it, hooked it with the tip of his toe at the moment the Zen stick flew past, flipped upside down in the air, and kicked the golden Zen stick back!

This time, the inch-headed monk flew up, intercepted the golden Zen stick that flew back, said to Taoist Mo, "The poor monk is here to help you!", and joined the fight.

Wen Yunlin's expression was slightly cold: "Two against one is no fun, which temple has no rules."

After finishing speaking, Wen Yunlin condensed a cloud of ghostly aura, and slapped the inch-headed monk's face!

The inch-headed monk raised the prayer beads hanging around his neck to block the ghostly aura.

Three people and one ghost fought together, but in the eyes of outsiders, there were only three people fighting there, and the speed of their moves was very fast. The swords and Zen sticks clashed, making a sound.

Everyone standing outside the door stared blankly, the barrage in the live broadcast room almost occupied the entire screen!

Well, actually, from the moment Qin Jinsheng walked out, the studio was about to explode.

Everyone's first reaction is: cut!After playing it off for so long, and for so long, it turned out that Qin Jinsheng was putting on a show!

After the three of them fought, the speed of their moves and their posture almost made everyone think that this was not a live broadcast, but an edited video, or a video that was played at an accelerated speed!

——Is this really not a stand-in?

——Wake up, this is a live broadcast!Where did the substitute come from?

——So, this is Qin Jinsheng live broadcasting the play?With this skill, does he really need a substitute?

- rely on it!Isn't this more exciting than those slow-motion poss scenes he played in the past?

——What is this, the fight scene of the monk with the inch head is amazing, Qin Jincheng is fighting against Taoist Mo, and the head of the inch is directly facing the air, there is no physical performance!That's awesome!

The host glanced at the frenzied barrage in the live broadcast room, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

say what?Sorry to say, we did have a script to perform before, but now, these three people are not in our script at all!

They seem to really know mysteries!

At this moment, Qin Jinsheng's feet suddenly hit the ground and flew up to the roof!

Mo Daoshi and the inch-headed monk also flew up immediately!The three continued to wrestle on the roof!

Because this flight reached an angle that the camera couldn't capture, the staff quickly backed out, trying their best to let the camera catch up with the whereabouts of the three people!

——These three people fly really naturally, and they look really comfortable. Here, I would like to praise the staff of Lavia by name.

——To be able to flip so fast on the roof must have put a lot of effort into it. Next time someone says that Qin Jinsheng uses a stand-in, I'll rub this video on his face!

——The inch-headed monk is still fighting without real objects, is it because no one wants to fight with him?

——Well, let me ask you weakly, have you seen the line of Diao Weiya?No matter how big the filter is, it should still be visible, right?

Everyone: "..." What a coincidence, we didn't see it either.