One person: Second-hand summer grass helps me practice

Lingyin Temple.

The wrinkles on Master Jiekong's face were twisted into a smile.

"Hahaha, Old Fire God, ah Old Fire God, so what if you can beat us in the game, your apprentice still has to donate money to our Lingyin Temple!"

At this moment, he looked at the lighter red failure interface on his phone and didn't find it glaring anymore.

It seemed that Bao Wen, who was practicing martial arts next to him, had become a little cuter than usual.

Click!

Just as Master Jiekong was thinking about it, Baowen broke the stone mill used for practicing martial arts again, and the broken stones flew everywhere. One of the broken stones happened to hit Master Jiekong's forehead.

Soon, a lump the size of an egg appeared on Master Jiekong's forehead.

"Evil disciple! Don't run away!!"

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Longhu Mountain.

The scene of the Luotian Dajiao competition.

Qin Shiyue watched with relish the two people standing below, waiting for the referee to announce the start of the game.

This time, the battle between the spirits and the generals against the spirit horse is really interesting.

Needless to say, one of the eight miracles is to summon spirits and send away generals. It is a natural counter to the spirit-master who is possessed by a spirit and is the enemy of the spirit-master.

Feng Xingtong's strength is only second-rate, not even at the first-rate level.

However, Deng Youfu's strength is definitely at the first-class level. Even if he summons a spirit to possess him, it is no problem for him to deal with three or five beings of the same level.

In some ways, the spirit medium is quite buggy.

It’s a pity that the Feng family’s inherited technique of summoning spirits and generals is too restraining to the Chu Ma Xian, which also led to Feng Xingtong defeating Deng Youfu by using the weak to defeat the strong.

What Qin Shiyue was considering at the moment was whether or not to interrupt Feng Xingtong's soul-binding and general-sending strategy.

Because he was a northerner in his previous life, Qin Shiyue had some respect for the spirit mediums and the immortals.

If possible, he really didn't want the spirits of the immortals to be restricted by such techniques as the Soul Constraint and Sent-out Techniques.

But there was no other way, since the immortals could not cross Shanhaiguan, they could only attach themselves to the disciples in the form of souls.

But on second thought, if the immortals could really come out of seclusion, with their thousands of years of cultivation, even the top old master would not be their match.

By then, the world of extraordinary people will be in chaos. After all, not every immortal is willing to be lonely and hope to achieve enlightenment. There will definitely be immortals with evil intentions who will cause chaos.

Having said that, Feng Xingtong's success in capturing the spirits and sending the generals away was not a good thing for him, but rather a disaster.

Not only did he almost bring harm to the immortals, but he also almost caused his own soul to be shattered.

Forced by the king, he had to terminate the contract and release his soul.

Qin Shiyue had a good impression of Feng Xingtong, but had no good feelings towards the Wang family at all, not to mention how disgusting Wang Bing was.

The relationship between the Wang family and Shaolin alone made Qin Shiyue dislike it.

Every time he saw Wang Ai, Qin Shiyue could see a hint of malice in his eyes.

That old guy definitely has nothing good to say!

If he helps at that time, it will be considered as helping Feng Xingtong. As for whether the other party appreciates it or resents him for meddling in other people's affairs, it doesn't matter.

Qin Shiyue wouldn't care about this at all.

"Feng Xingtong vs. Deng Youfu! The match begins!"

As the referee's voice fell.

Deng Youfu took the lead in attacking Feng Xingtong. Deng Youfu's hands were wrapped in black Qi, and he continued to attack Feng Xingtong.

At this moment, Feng Xingtong obviously had no intention of immediately using the technique of capturing spirits and sending generals. He just relied on his own strength to barely resist Deng Youfu's attack.

The gap between the two can be seen at this moment. Facing Deng Youfu's attack, Feng Xingtong can only defend and has no chance to attack at all.

Feng Xingtong crossed his hands and barely blocked Deng Youfu's heavy blow, but he was sent flying backwards, grimacing in pain.

"It hurts so much! Brother Youfu, what did you do to your body? You hit me so hard!"

Feng Xingtong kept rubbing his arms, grimacing in pain.

"Humph! I didn't ask for anything. I just borrowed some power from that person. It is said that your Feng family has a family-inherited method called summoning spirits and sending generals. Today I see that there is indeed some tricks. You actually summoned several spirits at once."

Deng Youfu snorted coldly and spoke.

"Brother Youfu, you have good eyesight!"

As Feng Xingtong spoke, his entire state changed. His eyes turned pitch black and black Qi surrounded his body.

"Humph! We in the Ma family are no match for you. Most of us will only cooperate with one person in our lifetime. In order to achieve cooperation, it takes the efforts and even lives of several generations. It is a matter of great importance. The mutual choice between us and the elves is the most cautious among all wizards! Once successful, we will regard each other as family members!"

"Now let me show you this immortal I have served for many years!"

After Deng Youfu finished speaking, he immediately put on a posture as if to invite a spirit to possess him.

Qin Shiyue could hear that Deng Youfu was resentful about the detention of spirits and the dispatch of generals.

Come to think of it, the spirit-binding and general-dispatching tactics have put a lot of pressure on the horse-riding immortals. Didn't Guan Shihua, one of the Ten Lords, also ridicule himself for being a small horse-riding immortal who didn't even dare to go south? It would be strange if he didn't have any resentment.

"I am the third generation of the Deng family and I am so blessed! Please welcome Mr. Liu Kunsheng from Changbai Mountain!"

Following Deng Youfu's loud roar, a terrifying black aura suddenly emanated from his body.

Sounds like the roars of wild beasts came out of Deng Youfu's mouth.

"Get on top!!"

As Deng Youfu's last voice fell, the black energy exploded instantly!

Then Deng Youfu's appearance changed drastically, like a monster transforming into a monster. His pupils became vertical, his eyes were scarlet, and his tongue became a snake's tongue. Everyone watching exclaimed in surprise.

"Useless thing! If you can fully utilize the power I lend you, is it necessary for me to do it myself? I will spare the life of this little kid."

Liu Kunsheng, who was standing on the ground, spoke as if he was talking to himself, his words full of disdain.

“Hehehe, hahaha! This is really… this is really…”

Feng Xingtong's eyes were fixed on Liu Kunsheng, her eyes full of excitement.

"Are you scared silly, little brat!?"

“Hahaha! That’s awesome!”

Feng Xingtong was extremely excited and looked at Liu Kunsheng as if he was looking at a rare treasure.

Yes, in the eyes of those who practice the art of summoning spirits and sending generals, a powerful spirit like Liu Kunsheng is the most precious treasure.

"I was really scared."

Liu Kunsheng looked at Feng Xingtong in confusion. There was something really wrong with this boy's behavior.

However, the next second, a blue light flashed in Feng Xingtong's eyes, and Liu Kunsheng just stood there frozen.

His eyes were full of disbelief!

At this moment, Feng Xingtong slowly raised his hand, and a strange Qi flowed along his palm and wrapped around Liu Kunsheng.