Chapter 305 305 Three

Just when Qingchenguan was planning to help Yu Hong start to gain some fame.

Near Taizhou, in front of a teahouse.

At the wooden signboard with the words "Pure and Natural", a young man wearing a Qingchen Taoist robe was quietly waiting for a wavy blond woman to come out.

The two stood in front of the door, exchanging glances.

"The alliance has decided to take action together the day after tomorrow. You will cooperate internally to destroy the formation and determine the whereabouts of the information." The woman raised her hand and threw a dark object.

The man caught it and looked at it.

"Okay. Who will take action then?"

"The Seventh Son of the Yuan Fei is here, which is enough to solve it. They are basically the old, weak, sick and disabled. Although they are Dao veins, they have long lost their fighting power in order to make money and enjoy themselves. With the help of magic, we should be able to eliminate them within a day.

"The woman said casually. "This is just the beginning. Our main opponent is the team of masters sent by Dao Meridian later."

"I understand. Why did you suddenly decide to start early? I have only been lurking for two years. I originally thought it would take four or five years." The man asked.

"Who knows." The blonde woman said lazily.

"But it's okay. If you chant sutras all day long, you almost forget who you are." The man said calmly, put away his belongings, and turned around to leave.

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The scene of the small meeting.

"The discussion begins."

With everyone watching, Yu Hong and the Taoist Yuanhua from Jiufang Temple were finally ready to face each other.

Seeing Yu and Mo pulling here and there, they tried to pull it on the young disciple.

Jiufangguan didn't know what they were thinking, but they happened to have full confidence in their Taoism, so they immediately agreed.

After all, the matter this time is not big or small. If they really had to do it themselves, the impact would be too great. On the contrary, if the disciples take action, it will be easier to control whether they win or lose.

Then, it became what it is now.

The veteran Taoists from Jiufangguan sat together with Yu Mo and others, and they all seemed to be smiling and talking and laughing. In fact, everyone's attention was focused here.

Yu Hong represents the face of Qingchen Temple. Originally Zhengming should be promoted, but thinking that he had lost to Yu Hong before, he recommended that Yu Hong be promoted.

"Stop as soon as you click, remember not to hurt the other party. Just have a friendly discussion." Taoist Yumo said seriously and loudly.

"Yes, Uncle Master!" Zhengming quickly responded loudly, without waiting for the other party to respond.

This is like setting the tone first.

Although Jiufangguan was dissatisfied, they did not refute it and could only acquiesce.

Yu Hong glanced at the people watching around him.

The four of them, Masaaki and the others, were there, and there were also invited representatives of local celebrities, about five or six of them.

Including the dozen or so people at Jiufang Temple, it seems that there are quite a few people.

"The competition is about to begin, count down to three times, get ready." A person from Jiufang Temple temporarily acted as a singer, raising his right hand high and raising three fingers.

"three."

"two."

Yu Hong and Taoist Yuanhua raised their hands at the same time, preparing to make their fingerprints.

The sand of resentment has already been placed on the ground between the two of them. This time it is more luxurious, one bottle for each person.

"one!"

Whoosh!

In Taoist Yuanhua's hand, there was a milky white thin-necked porcelain vase. He held the porcelain vase and tapped it lightly.

Suddenly, a trace of invisible power boiled out of the porcelain bottle and rushed towards Yu Hong.

The invisible force attracted the sand of resentment in mid-air, and soon turned into a silver mask with a vague human face that was half a person tall.

The mask opened its mouth and sprayed out a thin silver thread like hair, which rushed towards Yu Hong.

"Go." Yu Hong also released the first layer of terrifying shadows - the mysterious man in white.

The man in white was not afraid of death and charged directly towards him.

Puff puff puff!!

In an instant, a large silver thread penetrated the body of the man in white, causing his pace to slow down a lot.

But that was all. The tiny holes on the man in white quickly healed and disappeared. He swooped down, closed the distance, and grabbed the silver mask.

puff.

Tear it hard and the mask is torn to pieces on the spot.

At the same time, after the mask shattered, a black mist was released, covering the man in white.

It gets entangled here.

On the other side, Yu Hong and Taoist Yuan Hua unanimously chose to find another battlefield again.

The two of them once again summoned a withered girl and a second antler mask.

Kumei was obviously restrained by the Antler Mask, but due to the special nature of her own flash, the two struggled for several minutes, but could not decide the winner.

Immediately afterwards, the third battle began.

Taoist Yuanhua's expression became serious.

"When I saw it wasn't Zheng Mingshang before, I thought there was something wrong with him. Now it seems that you are simply stronger, right?" He said solemnly.

At this time, two games in a row were very draining on his Taoist spirit.

But Yu Hong, who was opposite him, still looked calm and looked as usual, as if he was the same as when he was not consumed.

This is a bit exaggerated.

"Actually, it was Senior Brother Zhengming who gave me this training opportunity." Yu Hong explained, "I am not very strong, and I am still not as good as Senior Brother."

"Hehehe." Taoist Yuanhua glanced at Zhengming, who had a dull expression on his side, and cursed in his heart how hypocritical this Qingchen Temple person was.

But on the surface, of course, he could only keep a straight face and stop talking.

Raising his hand to make a seal, he shook the porcelain bottle again.

Immediately, a new wave of power surged out quickly, and was quickly absorbed by the sand of resentment. It took shape and condensed into a mask with ferocious horns like an evil spirit.

A new fearful figure also appeared on Yu Hong's side, and a vague translucent human shape emerged.

That's the speaker!

Yucai condensed an outline, and then released circles of invisible and substantial airflow, blowing around.

Even if it makes the people who watch Jiufang change their colors slightly.

They have not seen the fear of Qingchen Guan, but this style is weird, but for the first time.

As soon as this evil door was in the shadow, Yu Mo's people also looked slightly, and they went forward, and they looked a little bit.

The Yuanhua Taoist was not right at this time, but it was too late to change the trick. Moreover, the evil faces of this time were the strongest surgery in his hand.

Alas!

Suddenly, the moment the language was formed, the evil spirits hit the end straight.

In the sullen sound, the evil ghost face was flying hard for several meters.

And the speaker is still standing in place, the jelly -like texture on his body quickly disappears, leaving only simple translucent.

There is no wrong one, one time, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one by one!

The breath also converges.

"The gap came out. That ghost face couldn't move the shadow of the positive softness at all!" Zhengxia lowered, his eyes were a little shocking. "Only after practicing for such a little time, I caught up with the Yuanhua Taoist for so many years."

"This is the qualification, it's not reasonable at all." Zhengming shook his head. "But what is the thing that Zhengrou called out? Why have you never seen it? Have you ever seen it?"

Zhengxia shook her head.

"I have never seen it, maybe Master they know."

The two looked at Yu Moyu and others, and found that they were also staring at the words, some frowns, and some were just curious.

The two old Tao of Yu Mo and Yuman are also guessing the sources of the identity of the language.

"That thing is very dangerous and there are many details, either the image of fear of fear all year round, or the image of folk ghosts and gods in certain folk customs." Yu Mo lowered.

"I feel a bit like it. Really" the real that "Yu Hui Guan's frowning.

"Really ?? If this level is true. Is it difficult??" Yu Mo suddenly thought of the case in Yu Hong's back tone.
To be continued...