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The visitor was dressed in a yellow Taoist robe and a yellow Taoist crown, with a long sword slung on his back. His round face and his short and fat body looked like a water tank from a distance.
Chuxiong naturally noticed that a pudgy guy suddenly appeared in the air. He couldn't help raising his head and looking into the air.
Useless flying boat, so with his own meat feet standing in the air!
How did you do that!
Chu Xiong was stunned. This was the first time he saw a Taoist who could fly out of thin air.
Is he
Chu Xiong guessed the identity of the visitor in an instant, real person.
According to Chu Xiong, real people can fly in the air with their own strength.
Chu Xiong couldn't help looking around and trying to find a place with fewer people. Once the situation is really bad, he can leave here faster.
The pudgy Taoist priest stood in the air and looked at Cao Chang and his wife with disdainful eyes.
"Senior! I don't know if you're here. I'm rude." elder Cao shuddered on his forehead and sweated. He hurriedly bowed his hands to salute.
Although they belong to different forces, the pudgy man is a real person, and his cultivation is higher than Cao Changlao.
Therefore, it is not wrong for elder Cao to call the pudgy man an elder.
Elder Cao also hoped that the short and fat man could respect his identity and not fight against himself. After all, the real person's strength could not be countered by a Taoist with ordinary cultivation.
The pudgy man's eyes narrowed slightly and a grim smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
"Why did you stop? That was a good fight! I killed one of my martial nephews in front of me. Hissing, I didn't leave any ash for me. It's really a good means."
Listening to the words of the pudgy man, Cao Chang and the old two looked at each other and saw the color of anxiety from each other's eyes. The tone of the pudgy Taoist was so bad that they could fight at any time.
However, the two of them dare not run, because as a real man who can fly in the air, the Dunshu is much faster than the flying boat. Once he catches his eye, it is definitely bad luck.
"This..."
Cao Chang opened his mouth and tried to explain for a while, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back. He just turned people into fly ash and said that the other party could let him go
When Cao Changlao was in a dilemma, a hiding light flew out of the stronghold of the Qingzhou coalition army. In the hiding light, a figure loomed, but the speed was amazing. In a moment, he came to the dwarf Taoist priest and stopped.
A kind-hearted old man with a long face was exposed. He was holding a dust brush in his hand and carrying a long sword. His eyes looked at the pudgy Taoist with a smile.
Chu Xiong naturally saw the old man flying out of the coalition stronghold and couldn't help but feel relieved. He looked at the old man in the air and blinked. The old man looks so familiar!
"Lord!"
"Guiyun immortal!"
"Real person."
……
Two more people who could fly suddenly appeared in the air. They were soon found by people on the battlefield. People near Chuxiong looked at the old people on their side in the air and shouted excitedly.
Guiyun immortal!
Chu Xiong was stunned and suddenly remembered that he had seen the statue of Guiyun immortal in Guiyun hall.
It's this old man!
……
"Master fan!" when elder Cao saw the old man in front of him, he was overjoyed. The old man was not someone else, but the master of Guiyun temple, fan Zeng.
Fan Zeng nodded to elder Cao, then turned his head and looked at the pudgy Taoist in front of him and smiled.
"Immortal Zhou, you can't blame nephew Cao for your destruction."
The pudgy Taoist priest, surnamed Zhou and called Zhou Bolan, is a real person of Huang Tianguan.
"Don't blame him, blame who?" the pudgy Taoist restrained his ferocious smile and showed his fear.
As the real people of Qingzhou and Bingzhou, they know each other. They had made friends several times in private, and Zhou Zhenren suffered a small loss each time. However, the pudgy Taoist is not afraid of fan Zeng, because after years of hard training, his strength has increased greatly, and he feels that now is a good time for revenge.
"We are all practitioners. When he dies, it is natural that he is too poor in cultivation and learning." fan Zeng looked around and picked his eyebrows.
He looked sideways at elder Cao beside him and said in a reproachful tone, "it's just that there's no ash left in the frying of people. Martial nephew Cao, remember to leave some meat residue next time, or let immortal Zhou take it back for a memorial."
"Yes, martial nephew, remember." Cao Chang smiled and arched his hand.
"Ha ha, you're so angry with me. Today I'll show you the means of the poor man." Zhou Bolan laughed angrily, shouted and patted the long sword behind him.
A yellow light flashed. The long sword behind Zhou Bolan had flown out of the scabbard and turned into a mass of yellow light to stab fan Zeng.
Fan once saw this, the corners of his mouth turned up and pinched it with one hand. The long sword behind him turned into a light to meet the yellow light.
Dang Dang
A clear voice sounded, and their long swords had chopped each other dozens of times in the air.
Cao Changlao and other Taoists at the top of the body changed their faces greatly. In a panic, the emperor moved the flying boat to a distance, and then they fought together again.
The two real people fight each other. They don't dare to approach any Taoist who has achieved physical cultivation. Otherwise, they don't know how to die.
Fan Zeng and Zhou Bolan fought for a while. Seeing that the flying sword had no effect, they summoned several more powerful magic tools and fought in one place.
From time to time, bursts of roar and all kinds of dazzling brilliance sounded in the air
The battle in the sky is fierce, as is the battle on the ground.
"Elder martial brother Lin, we can't go on like this! The mana of several people in our team is almost exhausted. If we continue to fight, we can't move ourselves without each other's hands." Lao Yang's head is beside Lin'an, driving Xiaodun to defend against the enemy's attack, and said in a sweat.
The reason why Taoists are stronger than mortals is that their aura in the elixir field can enable them to drive magic tools. Taoists without mana are not much stronger than mortals.
Chu Xiong stood in the team and looked at the other teams. Most of the dead and injured in those teams were more than half, and the rest were struggling to support.
The spirit of these people is weak. It is obvious that they will not last long.
"Hold on, everyone. After a while, immortal Guiyun will help us win." Wu Qi, as the captain, can only try his best to boost everyone's morale.
However, his encouragement has no effect. The gap in number and strength can not be made up by his few words.
"Run quickly, if we fight again, we can't run!" such a sentence came from nowhere.
Wu Qi's face changed greatly. He turned around and tried to find this person, but with so many people and so abrupt voices, how could he find the person who shouted.
The original floating team was in chaos!
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The visitor was dressed in a yellow Taoist robe and a yellow Taoist crown, with a long sword slung on his back. His round face and his short and fat body looked like a water tank from a distance.
Chuxiong naturally noticed that a pudgy guy suddenly appeared in the air. He couldn't help raising his head and looking into the air.
Useless flying boat, so with his own meat feet standing in the air!
How did you do that!
Chu Xiong was stunned. This was the first time he saw a Taoist who could fly out of thin air.
Is he
Chu Xiong guessed the identity of the visitor in an instant, real person.
According to Chu Xiong, real people can fly in the air with their own strength.
Chu Xiong couldn't help looking around and trying to find a place with fewer people. Once the situation is really bad, he can leave here faster.
The pudgy Taoist priest stood in the air and looked at Cao Chang and his wife with disdainful eyes.
"Senior! I don't know if you're here. I'm rude." elder Cao shuddered on his forehead and sweated. He hurriedly bowed his hands to salute.
Although they belong to different forces, the pudgy man is a real person, and his cultivation is higher than Cao Changlao.
Therefore, it is not wrong for elder Cao to call the pudgy man an elder.
Elder Cao also hoped that the short and fat man could respect his identity and not fight against himself. After all, the real person's strength could not be countered by a Taoist with ordinary cultivation.
The pudgy man's eyes narrowed slightly and a grim smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
"Why did you stop? That was a good fight! I killed one of my martial nephews in front of me. Hissing, I didn't leave any ash for me. It's really a good means."
Listening to the words of the pudgy man, Cao Chang and the old two looked at each other and saw the color of anxiety from each other's eyes. The tone of the pudgy Taoist was so bad that they could fight at any time.
However, the two of them dare not run, because as a real man who can fly in the air, the Dunshu is much faster than the flying boat. Once he catches his eye, it is definitely bad luck.
"This..."
Cao Chang opened his mouth and tried to explain for a while, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back. He just turned people into fly ash and said that the other party could let him go
When Cao Changlao was in a dilemma, a hiding light flew out of the stronghold of the Qingzhou coalition army. In the hiding light, a figure loomed, but the speed was amazing. In a moment, he came to the dwarf Taoist priest and stopped.
A kind-hearted old man with a long face was exposed. He was holding a dust brush in his hand and carrying a long sword. His eyes looked at the pudgy Taoist with a smile.
Chu Xiong naturally saw the old man flying out of the coalition stronghold and couldn't help but feel relieved. He looked at the old man in the air and blinked. The old man looks so familiar!
"Lord!"
"Guiyun immortal!"
"Real person."
……
Two more people who could fly suddenly appeared in the air. They were soon found by people on the battlefield. People near Chuxiong looked at the old people on their side in the air and shouted excitedly.
Guiyun immortal!
Chu Xiong was stunned and suddenly remembered that he had seen the statue of Guiyun immortal in Guiyun hall.
It's this old man!
……
"Master fan!" when elder Cao saw the old man in front of him, he was overjoyed. The old man was not someone else, but the master of Guiyun temple, fan Zeng.
Fan Zeng nodded to elder Cao, then turned his head and looked at the pudgy Taoist in front of him and smiled.
"Immortal Zhou, you can't blame nephew Cao for your destruction."
The pudgy Taoist priest, surnamed Zhou and called Zhou Bolan, is a real person of Huang Tianguan.
"Don't blame him, blame who?" the pudgy Taoist restrained his ferocious smile and showed his fear.
As the real people of Qingzhou and Bingzhou, they know each other. They had made friends several times in private, and Zhou Zhenren suffered a small loss each time. However, the pudgy Taoist is not afraid of fan Zeng, because after years of hard training, his strength has increased greatly, and he feels that now is a good time for revenge.
"We are all practitioners. When he dies, it is natural that he is too poor in cultivation and learning." fan Zeng looked around and picked his eyebrows.
He looked sideways at elder Cao beside him and said in a reproachful tone, "it's just that there's no ash left in the frying of people. Martial nephew Cao, remember to leave some meat residue next time, or let immortal Zhou take it back for a memorial."
"Yes, martial nephew, remember." Cao Chang smiled and arched his hand.
"Ha ha, you're so angry with me. Today I'll show you the means of the poor man." Zhou Bolan laughed angrily, shouted and patted the long sword behind him.
A yellow light flashed. The long sword behind Zhou Bolan had flown out of the scabbard and turned into a mass of yellow light to stab fan Zeng.
Fan once saw this, the corners of his mouth turned up and pinched it with one hand. The long sword behind him turned into a light to meet the yellow light.
Dang Dang
A clear voice sounded, and their long swords had chopped each other dozens of times in the air.
Cao Changlao and other Taoists at the top of the body changed their faces greatly. In a panic, the emperor moved the flying boat to a distance, and then they fought together again.
The two real people fight each other. They don't dare to approach any Taoist who has achieved physical cultivation. Otherwise, they don't know how to die.
Fan Zeng and Zhou Bolan fought for a while. Seeing that the flying sword had no effect, they summoned several more powerful magic tools and fought in one place.
From time to time, bursts of roar and all kinds of dazzling brilliance sounded in the air
The battle in the sky is fierce, as is the battle on the ground.
"Elder martial brother Lin, we can't go on like this! The mana of several people in our team is almost exhausted. If we continue to fight, we can't move ourselves without each other's hands." Lao Yang's head is beside Lin'an, driving Xiaodun to defend against the enemy's attack, and said in a sweat.
The reason why Taoists are stronger than mortals is that their aura in the elixir field can enable them to drive magic tools. Taoists without mana are not much stronger than mortals.
Chu Xiong stood in the team and looked at the other teams. Most of the dead and injured in those teams were more than half, and the rest were struggling to support.
The spirit of these people is weak. It is obvious that they will not last long.
"Hold on, everyone. After a while, immortal Guiyun will help us win." Wu Qi, as the captain, can only try his best to boost everyone's morale.
However, his encouragement has no effect. The gap in number and strength can not be made up by his few words.
"Run quickly, if we fight again, we can't run!" such a sentence came from nowhere.
Wu Qi's face changed greatly. He turned around and tried to find this person, but with so many people and so abrupt voices, how could he find the person who shouted.
The original floating team was in chaos!
The visitor was dressed in a yellow Taoist robe and a yellow Taoist crown, with a long sword slung on his back. His round face and his short and fat body looked like a water tank from a distance.Chuxiong naturally noticed that a pudgy guy suddenly appeared in the air. He couldn't help raising his head and looking into the air.Useless flying boat, so with his own meat feet standing in the air!How did you do that!Chu Xiong was stunned. This was the first time he saw a Taoist who could fly out of thin air.Is heChu Xiong guessed the identity of the visitor in an instant, real person.According to Chu Xiong, real people can fly in the air with their own strength.Chu Xiong couldn't help looking around and trying to find a place with fewer people. Once the situation is really bad, he can leave here faster.The pudgy Taoist priest stood in the air and looked at Cao Chang and his wife with disdainful eyes."Senior! I don't know if you're here. I'm rude." elder Cao shuddered on his forehead and sweated. He hurriedly bowed his hands to salute.Although they belong to different forces, the pudgy man is a real person, and his cultivation is higher than Cao Changlao.Therefore, it is not wrong for elder Cao to call the pudgy man an elder.Elder Cao also hoped that the short and fat man could respect his identity and not fight against himself. After all, the real person's strength could not be countered by a Taoist with ordinary cultivation.The pudgy man's eyes narrowed slightly and a grim smile appeared at the corners of his mouth."Why did you stop? That was a good fight! I killed one of my martial nephews in front of me. Hissing, I didn't leave any ash for me. It's really a good means."Listening to the words of the pudgy man, Cao Chang and the old two looked at each other and saw the color of anxiety from each other's eyes. The tone of the pudgy Taoist was so bad that they could fight at any time.However, the two of them dare not run, because as a real man who can fly in the air, the Dunshu is much faster than the flying boat. Once he catches his eye, it is definitely bad luck."This..."Cao Chang opened his mouth and tried to explain for a while, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back. He just turned people into fly ash and said that the other party could let him goWhen Cao Changlao was in a dilemma, a hiding light flew out of the stronghold of the Qingzhou coalition army. In the hiding light, a figure loomed, but the speed was amazing. In a moment, he came to the dwarf Taoist priest and stopped.A kind-hearted old man with a long face was exposed. He was holding a dust brush in his hand and carrying a long sword. His eyes looked at the pudgy Taoist with a smile.Chu Xiong naturally saw the old man flying out of the coalition stronghold and couldn't help but feel relieved. He looked at the old man in the air and blinked. The old man looks so familiar!"Lord!""Guiyun immortal!""Real person."Two more people who could fly suddenly appeared in the air. They were soon found by people on the battlefield. People near Chuxiong looked at the old people on their side in the air and shouted excitedly.Guiyun immortal!Chu Xiong was stunned and suddenly remembered that he had seen the statue of Guiyun immortal in Guiyun hall.It's this old man!"Master fan!" when elder Cao saw the old man in front of him, he was overjoyed. The old man was not someone else, but the master of Guiyun temple, fan Zeng.Fan Zeng nodded to elder Cao, then turned his head and looked at the pudgy Taoist in front of him and smiled."Immortal Zhou, you can't blame nephew Cao for your destruction."The pudgy Taoist priest, surnamed Zhou and called Zhou Bolan, is a real person of Huang Tianguan."Don't blame him, blame who?" the pudgy Taoist restrained his ferocious smile and showed his fear.As the real people of Qingzhou and Bingzhou, they know each other. They had made friends several times in private, and Zhou Zhenren suffered a small loss each time. However, the pudgy Taoist is not afraid of fan Zeng, because after years of hard training, his strength has increased greatly, and he feels that now is a good time for revenge."We are all practitioners. When he dies, it is natural that he is too poor in cultivation and learning." fan Zeng looked around and picked his eyebrows.He looked sideways at elder Cao beside him and said in a reproachful tone, "it's just that there's no ash left in the frying of people. Martial nephew Cao, remember to leave some meat residue next time, or let immortal Zhou take it back for a memorial.""Yes, martial nephew, remember." Cao Chang smiled and arched his hand."Ha ha, you're so angry with me. Today I'll show you the means of the poor man." Zhou Bolan laughed angrily, shouted and patted the long sword behind him.A yellow light flashed. The long sword behind Zhou Bolan had flown out of the scabbard and turned into a mass of yellow light to stab fan Zeng.Fan once saw this, the corners of his mouth turned up and pinched it with one hand. The long sword behind him turned into a light to meet the yellow light.Dang DangA clear voice sounded, and their long swords had chopped each other dozens of times in the air.Cao Changlao and other Taoists at the top of the body changed their faces greatly. In a panic, the emperor moved the flying boat to a distance, and then they fought together again.The two real people fight each other. They don't dare to approach any Taoist who has achieved physical cultivation. Otherwise, they don't know how to die.Fan Zeng and Zhou Bolan fought for a while. Seeing that the flying sword had no effect, they summoned several more powerful magic tools and fought in one place.From time to time, bursts of roar and all kinds of dazzling brilliance sounded in the airThe battle in the sky is fierce, as is the battle on the ground."Elder martial brother Lin, we can't go on like this! The mana of several people in our team is almost exhausted. If we continue to fight, we can't move ourselves without each other's hands." Lao Yang's head is beside Lin'an, driving Xiaodun to defend against the enemy's attack, and said in a sweat.The reason why Taoists are stronger than mortals is that their aura in the elixir field can enable them to drive magic tools. Taoists without mana are not much stronger than mortals.Chu Xiong stood in the team and looked at the other teams. Most of the dead and injured in those teams were more than half, and the rest were struggling to support.The spirit of these people is weak. It is obvious that they will not last long."Hold on, everyone. After a while, immortal Guiyun will help us win." Wu Qi, as the captain, can only try his best to boost everyone's morale.However, his encouragement has no effect. The gap in number and strength can not be made up by his few words."Run quickly, if we fight again, we can't run!" such a sentence came from nowhere.Wu Qi's face changed greatly. He turned around and tried to find this person, but with so many people and so abrupt voices, how could he find the person who shouted.The original floating team was in chaos!
