Skilled in managing a house

"Why is there black smoke coming out again..." The little girl Zhang Yinling couldn't help but become a little nervous when she saw this.

Zhang Zhenren was lying there, reluctantly raised his head, looked over, and said feebly: "This seems to be a more powerful formation... I don't know if Zhang Yu can withstand it..."

"It will definitely work, Zhang Yu will definitely do it..." Zhang Yinling said firmly.

"What kind of trick is this guy in a wheelchair... He seems to be able to perform a formation just by patting the wheelchair... Are there such evil methods in this world..." Ling Hongzi also obviously felt the black smoke. The strong aura of the formation could not help but say.

"I don't know either... I seem to have never heard of such a technique..." Zhen Yizi also said weakly.

Xing Lizi squatted next to Ye Buli and had already checked his apprentice's condition. He was relieved to find that although his apprentice's injury was serious, it was not life-threatening.

So, he also watched the battle, and also felt the rich and evil aura of the formation in the black smoke. After hearing what others said, Xinglizi said: "I think it should be a problem with the wheelchair... This guy has to pat the wheelchair every time he uses the formation... It can be seen that there must be something weird on the wheelchair..."

"What fellow Taoist said is reasonable... I guess it must be a problem with the wheelchair... However, if this is really the case, wouldn't Zhang Yu be in danger... If the fight continues like this, Zhang Yu will definitely be consumed by him. "..." Ling Hongzi turned to look at Xinglizi and said a little worriedly.

"Probably...not so..." Xinglizi said uncertainly.

He didn't know whether there would be endless formations. If this is the case, then there is no need to fight. No matter how powerful Zhang Yu is, he will be exhausted.

Vincent, on the other hand, was very calm at the moment, as if he had no regard for life or death.

On the altar, Master Song, Master Mingzhen and others were also staring at the battle between Zhang Yu and the man in the wheelchair. They also know that for them, their lives are in Zhang Yu's hands. If Zhang Yu can't defeat the wheelchair man, then they will all be killed by the wheelchair man.

Yin Laodao, who was sitting paralyzed next to Master Song, said at this moment: "Senior brother, this person previously claimed to be some third-grade layman Zheng Yiyuan, but later it was proved that he was from the Tianshi Mansion. But now, others call him Zhang Yu. Although the masters in the master's office all have the surname Zhang, I seem to have never heard of someone like Zhang Yu."

"That's right, everyone in the Tianshi Mansion has the character Fan, and there is no two-character name at all. Why does a man named Zhang Yu appear now? What generation is he from?" Yu Laodao also said.

"There is definitely no one named Zhang Yu in the Tianshi Mansion. Not to mention the generation of the Tianshi Mansion, there is no two-character name for dozens of generations up." This time, Mingzhen said with certainty.

"That's what he said, but the spell he used was clearly from Tianshi Mansion. I saw him use Five Thunder Palm before." Yin Laodao said.

"There are many people who know the Five Thunder Palms. Not to mention the Tianshi Mansion, the entire Zhengyi Sect, as long as they reach the level of the Majesty Master, they can know the Five Thunder Palms." Song Zhenren said.

"That's true... But if he is not from the Tianshi Mansion, then who is he from the Zhengyi Sect... As far as I know, the Maoshan Sect and the Dawanshou Chongzhen Palace do not seem to be called It belongs to Zhang Yu..." Yu Laodao said curiously.

"It is true that these two families do not exist, but there is indeed one named Zhang Yu." Mingzhen said.

"Fellow Taoist, which one?" Song Zhenren asked immediately.

"There is a Wudang Taoist temple in Zhenhai, and the abbot is called Zhang Yu..." Mingzhen said.

"Wudang Taoist Temple...Zhang Yu...that's the one you're talking about...Wudang Group...and the boss who likes to sleep on his cell phone...Dahe Motors..." When Song Zhenren said this, he was particularly slow, as if I said it while reminiscing.

"That's him." Mingzhen said.

"It's just a Taoist temple that has no authority, and he does some trivial tricks... He can be so powerful..." Master Song said in disbelief.

"I originally thought so, but... now it seems... it doesn't seem to be the case..." Ming Zhen said.

"I remember the previous rumor was that Zhang Yu, who was not a Taoist, became a master of ritual... But just now... he said that he could use purple talismans to reach the level of a lawyer... How could this be possible... Just kidding... Who can improve so quickly..." Master Song obviously couldn't believe it, and his voice stuttered a little.

"I don't believe that he can have such cultivation at such a young age..." Ming Zhen said in disbelief.

"Brother Mingzhen... I have seen the photo of Zhang Yu from the Wudang Taoist Temple in the newspaper... He seems to be in his twenties... This man is already in his forties..." Yin Laodao said.

"Haven't you heard of the art of disguise..." Mingzhen said.

"No way..." Mingzhen said in astonishment.

"Don't tell me who he is... look, look... the situation is not good..." Yu Laodao stammered suddenly.

After hearing this, several people looked carefully at Zhang Yu and the wheelchair man.

There was black smoke all over and around the wheelchair man, and red rat heads emerged from the black smoke. Looking at the number of mouse heads, it seems that there are only nine in total, but these nine red mouse heads keep making "squeaking" sounds.

Not only that, the heads of the rat heads are very huge, and they look no different from those of large leopards.

As for Zhang Yu, who was standing opposite the black smoke, the lights and shadows of Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu emerged around his body. In front of him is Suzaku, on the left is Qinglong, on the right is White Tiger, and behind is Xuanwu.

This move is the latest move that Zhang Yu has learned. In Zhang Yu's opinion, it is also his most powerful move.

Zhang Yu could already feel the power of the black smoke emitted by the wheelchair man. He was absolutely certain that he would have to use the most powerful tricks to deal with it.

As for whether the wheelchair man had any other formations or other moves after this move, he had not considered it at all.

"Zhang Yu! Today we will settle old and new accounts together!" At this time, in the black smoke, the strange voice of the wheelchair man came out.

Immediately afterwards, a sound of "咻咻咻" was heard.

From behind the black smoke, nine huge red rats suddenly jumped out and rushed straight towards Zhang Yu.

"Come on!" Zhang Yu couldn't help but shout after hearing the wheelchair man's cry.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"...

In an instant, the lights and shadows of Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu in front and behind Zhang Yu rushed out together, and collided with the lights and shadows of nine red mice.

This collision only caused light and shadow to dance wildly, and the sound of mice squeaking and dragons roaring and tigers roaring could not be stopped.

Red light and white light intertwined in one place, and after a full minute, they finally dissipated.

The red light was gone, the white light was gone, and even the black smoke around the wheelchair man's body was gone.

At this moment, both Zhang Yu and the wheelchair man were unharmed, and both could see each other.

Zhang Yu looked at the wheelchair man and said calmly: "It's so powerful... I have already used all my special skills... If you have more powerful tricks, feel free to use them..."

There was no arrogance or weakness in his tone; no arrogance or humility.