Chapter 213

A few seconds later, the famous man in Xianmen, Hua Dan's hand Wen, fell down. At this time, it was less than two minutes since he fought Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian used his personal experience to prove the role that mysterious skills can play in combat.

First, he was locked and couldn't escape. Then, when he was attacked, his defense power and spirit power were reduced by 50% and 30% respectively. It was impossible for Wen Zhuliu to carry the attack of Wei Wuxian's black tornado and skeleton soldiers.

In fact, in the original work, he was tortured to death by Wei Wuxian who came back from the mass grave with his ghost skills. Although Wei Wuxian's attainments in ghost skills are not as good as his own in the original work, he deserves to be called a master of ghost in the world with his five ghost skills. Even though his cultivation is a little bit inferior, it's not difficult to deal with him.

After all, cultivation is not equal to combat power. What's more, when Wen Zhuliu's spiritual power drops by 30%, his cultivation is not as good as his own!

"Oh, it's done." After successfully hitting the opponent, the ghost summoning skill disappeared. Looking at Wen Zhuliu with blood in front of him, he pointed to himself and said the word "you", then fell face down. Wei Wuxian clapped his hands and showed a bright smile on his face.

Then, his eyes turned and he looked at Wen Chao and asked, "do you think I can speak here now, Mr. Wen?"

Wen Chao

How can I answer? If I still don't, will I be killed?

Looking at Wei Wuxian with a bright smile in front of him, Wen Chao swallowed his saliva and stepped back several steps. Then he took a deep breath and said to Wei Wuxian, "how dare you make enemies with my Qishan Wen family?"

"Oh? It's obvious that you came here uninvited to trouble Yunmeng Jiangshi. As a result, I beat you down, but later you said I was your enemy. It sounds like you mean that I'm the one to pick up trouble? " Wei Wuxian didn't put away his martial spirit. The ghost flute in his hand kept clapping his hand and said to Wen Chao.

"I Wen Zhuliu, Wen Zhuliu, get up, do you hear me? " Choked by Wei Wuxian, he didn't know what to say. Wen Chao turned to Wen Zhuliu, who was lying on the ground, hoping that he could stand up and protect himself. After all, without him, the hundreds of friars behind him had no chance of winning the Shangjiang family, not to mention Wei Wuxian. It was weird.

It's unexpected that he should be a layman at the same time!

"Don't shout. Although he didn't die, he suffered my fourth soul skill. Now he has lost consciousness. Moreover, his injury can't last for a month or two." Wei Wuxian said casually.

"What, a month or two? And what is soul skill? " Wen Chao widened his eyes and asked.

Wei Wuxian: "no comment."

Wen Chao

"Amitabha!" Just when Wen Chao's face became extremely ugly and he didn't know what to do, suddenly, a Buddhist voice came from the sky, and everyone followed his reputation. A large golden light appeared in the air. Four monks were carrying a sedan chair in the air to resist the wind. In the sedan chair sat an old man with a Zen staff, a white cassock and a compassionate face, who was a Taoist monk.

Not only that, with the sedan chair flying here, a large number of flowers fell from the air like rain and spread on the ground, which made people dumbfounded.

"This, this is?" Never seen such a forced way to appear, Wen Chao looks at the Pudu Cihang who came here by sedan chair. His shock is really hard to describe in words.

This man Who is it?

"Oh, here comes master Purdue? Uncle Jiang, it's Dharma protector. He's a great demon who comes out of the body Cough, great friar Seeing that another group of members came, Wei Wuxian didn't bother to pay attention to Wen Chao. With a flash of body shape, he went back to Jiang Fengmian and whispered to him.

"Well." Although Jiang Fengmian had known for a long time that his eldest disciple's awakening object was a magic weapon in the aspect of ghosts and Taoism, it was the first time he saw him use this martial spirit today, so his face was still a little shocked, and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, as if he thought that this martial spirit was too evil. However, considering that he was the eldest disciple he loved most, and now he was welcoming guests When he was young, Jiang Fengmian didn't say anything. He turned his head and gave a command to one of his disciples.

The latter received orders from the patriarch. He first took a look at Wei Wuxian, then nodded. While recording the list of visitors, he cried out: "protector Fazhang, master Pudu Cihang is here!"

Hum ~

after the words, the sedan chair fell to the ground. One of the four monks carrying the sedan chair helped Pudu Cihang out of the sedan chair. The two men turned out flower baskets and prepared to sprinkle flowers in front of the road Pudu Cihang was going to take. The last one, like a valet, followed Pudu Cihang.

Well, although the mount is not as good as the worship of the moon, who am I afraid of?!

"Jiang Fengmian, the head of Jiang's family in Yunmeng, welcomes Fazhang here!" It's a long time to see this exaggerated way of appearing. Jiang Feng sleeps on his face but doesn't show it. With Wei Wuxian and some Jiang family friars, he goes forward to bow his head to Pudu Cihang.The great monk who comes out of the body state has two higher accomplishments than him. These characters can only be conquered by the legendary poor beast?

What, isn't qiongqi killed by Wen Mao?

Ha, you really believe their boast. Do you think a monk who didn't become an immortal can kill the ancient beast qiongqi? I'm afraid he can't even break the defense!

"Amitabha, master Jiang is very polite. Thanks for your invitation, poor monks are always bothering me." Stepping on the road covered with flowers, Pudu Cihang comes to Jiang Fengmian, and gives him a palm and a slight nod.

"Mr. Fazhang, you are welcome. It's my blessing for Jiang. Ah Xian, give it to me here, and you can take Mr. FA into the banquet. " Jiang Fengmian said to Wei Wuxian.

With Lei Lingzhu in hand, even if Wei Wuxian didn't step forward just now, he could easily deal with Wen Zhuliu.

"Yes, uncle Jiang. Master, please

"Don't worry. I brought a disciple here." Pudu Cihang said with a smile. With a wave of his sleeve, a golden light appeared. A young man in black with a big ruler on his back appeared in front of the crowd.

As soon as he came out of Purdue Cihang's sleeve, he was unsteady and almost didn't fall.

Seeing that there were so many people in front of him at this time, and each one seemed not easy to provoke, Xiao Yan blinked hard, then turned to Pudu Cihang and asked in a hoarse voice: "teacher, where is this?"

"Amitabha, this is Baifeng mountain. Little eighteen, you will follow us into the mountain to hunt demons and ghosts later. Remember, you must be determined to die and kill demons and demons for the benefit of the common people Pudu Cihang takes Xiao Yan seriously.

Xiao Yan

Ma Dan, if I have that ability, I'll give you first. Do you believe it or not?!