The battle continues.

Li Qingguan brushed the hem of his clothes, looked around the stage, stood up suddenly, and looked like he was facing the challenge of the monks present.

He looks very imposing, but in fact Li Qingguan is very guilty.

He knew how much he was, so he found a few actors to cooperate. It was okay to perform a stage play. If he had to do it with real skills, he would be fucked down as soon as possible.

But the people in the audience didn't know that Li Qingguan was bluffing.

Li Qingguan performed several times before and injured people from the air. Recently, he knocked the Taoist priest from Qingyang Palace off the platform, thinking that he was really possessed of magical powers. Under such circumstances, no one was willing to go on stage to get into trouble.

"Who will meet with me?"

Li Qing observed the fear of the monks present, and his courage increased sharply.

Fa Ling had been waiting for someone in the attending group to go on stage to teach Li Qingguan a lesson. After waiting for a long time, no one was on the move, and he felt annoyed. He looked at the Taoist priests around him who were having a good relationship and were whispering at this moment, and asked in a low voice: "The guy from Tianshidao was shouting on the stage. Didn't you hear it? If you don't go, will you meet him?"

The owner of the Fire Dragon Temple replied: "It's not that I can't wait, but that in this formal occasion, everything must be followed by the rules... soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals. Our small Taoist temples are not at the same level as the Taoist Taoist in Heaven. If you have to stand out, you will be laughed at by others!"

"What do you mean? Are you saying that Tianshi Taoism is superior?" Fa Ling frowned.

The Fire Dragon Temple Master did not answer, but his solemn expression was clearly saying that such a tough guy shouldn't have been the unknown patriarch who came up to fight him. It should have been the one who had a thousand-year-old ancient temple like Qingyang Palace to challenge him. Otherwise, why did you Qingyang Palace preside over the Dharma Assembly and you were the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was

When you share the benefits of money, you are overlords, but when it is the turn of a fight, you have to take over. Isn’t this shirk responsibility?

In order to maintain his temperament, Fa Ling did not have an attack on the spot.

Gongsun Jian said: "Master Fa Ling doesn't have to worry. Why don't you let Taoist Qinghe go up and meet Li Qingguan?"

"Qinghe?"

Fa Ling glanced at Qinghe who was expressionless next to him, and his brows frowned even tighter.

Fa Ling did not treat Qinghe for Gongsun Jian's sake, but he despised him from the bottom of his heart. For a Taoist priest who has been exposed for his identity as a charlatan, it is difficult for him to gain a foothold in the circle of monks.

In order to help Qinghe win back his reputation, Gongsun Jian took great pains. After thinking for a while, he said: "Master Qinghe is dedicated to integrating the Jiannan Daomen Sect in Qingyang Palace. Let him try this time."

"good!"

Fa Ling gave Gongsun Jian enough face, raised his hand, and signaled Qinghe to go to the stage to fight with Li Qingguan.

Qinghe knew his own affairs, but at this time he had to bite the bullet and go to power. This was an excellent opportunity for him to save his reputation, or the last chance.

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The green crane walked up to the platform from the stone stairs, and the people around him started to clamor.

"If it doesn't work, come down. Even a little Taoist priest can't beat him. How can you compete with Taoist Li?"

"Now the sky is blue and white, your tricks don't work, so don't be embarrassed!"

Someone from the audience shouted loudly. Although the venue was from Qingyang Palace, there were many Taoist priests who regarded the Tao of Heaven as orthodox. The two sides fought and sarcastic sarcasm to Qinghe continued.

Qinghe was unmoved and stepped forward. He shook his sleeves slightly. His movements were not obvious. Others might not have noticed it, but Yang Yun saw it very clearly.

Qinghe was facing Li Qingguan, hiding his left hand behind him, and said confidently with a smile: "I don't know if there are any rules for fighting today?"

Li Qingguan gently twisted the snow-white beard under his jaw and said, "Since it is a fighting method, we naturally cannot fight with the worldly reckless man. We must ensure that there is no physical contact between each other. After the competition, whoever stands on this platform will win."

“It’s very reasonable.”

Qinghe smiled and nodded. At this time, his performance was generous and had a momentum of success in cultivation. Li Qingguan felt upset when he saw it.

Even though Qinghe was notorious, he was defeated by Yang Yun in the end. As for the ability of Wu Zun’s true master and apprentice, he had never seen it, and he had no real ability to calm the scene. He thought to himself: "If my nephew of the Heavenly Master was here that day, he really had magical powers. I only used half-baked magic, how could it work?"

Li Qingguan did not take the initiative, but Qinghe was eager to try.

Yang Yun saw the trick.

Li Qingguan knew that his ability was limited, so he could only defend passively in this situation;

Qinghe was afraid that Li Qingguan would use his strength to hurt him from the air, so he could only actively launch an attack and rely on his mechanism to win by surprise.

"See the trick!"

Qinghe shouted loudly, his index finger and middle finger were in unison, and suddenly pointed at Li Qingguan.

With his gesture, the syringe tied to his wrist shot out several needle-shaped hidden weapons, directly shooting Li Qingguan.

Li Qingguan was shocked and hurriedly reached out to block the situation. It was too late. After being injured, he took several steps back one after another.

"ah!?"

The melon-eating crowds in the audience and the wooden buildings around them thought that Li Qingguan could easily clean up Qinghe, but he didn't expect that Qinghe would be the first to win the crowd, which made everyone stunned.

Even Fa Ling was wondering: "Can Qinghe have magical powers? The rumor that he lost to the disciples of Wu Zun in Shifang County is just a rumor?"

Qinghe succeeded in the sneak attack, not intending to give Li Qingguan a chance to get back the scene. He immediately waved his hidden left hand and scattered it in front of him. A bunch of white powder suddenly appeared above the platform. Then his right hand shook in the air again, and the white powder suddenly burst out with a fierce flame.

"call!"

With a loud bang, the fire flashed on the stage, and for a moment, the audience below and on the wooden buildings around could not see clearly what was going on.

Just at this moment, Qinghe shook his sleeves and was about to continue to injure people with the syringe on his wrist. However, this time it was no longer a less powerful steel needle, but a flying nail as thick as a little finger. Once hit, it would either die or be injured.

Yang Yun was one of the few people on the scene who were not dazzled by the fire. After seeing Qinghe's intention clearly, he felt angry: "Qinghe is indeed despicable and shameless. He often uses hidden arrows to hurt people in broad daylight!"

Yang Yun didn't want to give Qinghe any chance to show his performance, but just used his mental power, and there was a little more force on the stage.

"Swoosh!"

The flying nails shot out from Qinghe's cuffs did not shoot towards Li Qingguan, but suddenly turned a corner in the air and flew forward without hesitation.

As for Qinghe himself, he was hit by a hidden force, staggered back, and fell off the platform in a mess.

"Plop!"

Qinghe fell down four feet to the sky, and he didn't know what happened until he landed.

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...

"What's going on?"

Things happened too suddenly, and no one could see clearly the situation inside and outside the field, and the green crane had already fallen off the platform.

Gongsun Jian was most nervous and hurriedly ran over to check Qinghe's injuries.

Qinghe was fine, but he just fell to his head and was in a state of confusion.

"What is this? Someone hurts people with a hidden arrow!"

There was a sharp-eyed person below the stage and there was a bright steel nail on the wooden stake that surrounded the platform. It was on the pillar behind Li Qingguan, trembling.

Li Qingguan looked sideways and was still shocked, but he pretended to be calm.

The evil man Gongsun Jian complained first and said, "Who has seen clearly the situation just now? It is not certain who is hurting people by the hidden arrow!"

Behind Li Qingguan, Gongsun Jian, was the governor of Jiannan. Wang Yu, did not have any attacks. Liang Liang's right hand, which was being oozed by a flying needle, asked loudly: "The old Taoist lives up to everyone's expectations. Is this a battle considered a victory, right?"

"How can you tell me the victory or loss easily in the fight?" said the Fire Dragon Temple Master with a shameless face.

But no matter what others say, Qinghe's failure is shameful. Not only is it shameful, but he was also found to attack with hidden weapons. In this way, he couldn't even stay in the venue. Gongsun Jian hurriedly sent someone to send Qinghe to the Sanqing Palace to rest, so that he could not avoid the limelight of public opinion.

Fortunately, Fa Ling had long expected that Qinghe would lose the battle, so he could no longer count on others at this time. He turned to look at Wu Yuan: "My nephew comes from a famous family. Will he go on stage to compete with Master Li?"

The scene suddenly became quiet, and everyone wanted to watch a confrontation between the needle and the wheat.

Most practitioners of Jiannan Dao have only heard of the Taoist master Changchun Zhenren, but have not witnessed his supernatural powers. Now Changchun Zhenren sends disciples to help, and Qingyang Palace highly praised it. At the critical moment, Wu Yuan came to the stage to fight, which must have been the true teaching of Changchun Zhenren...

Wu Yuan looked calm: "Senior Fa Ling, please forgive me. My family master and the Heavenly Master have never had any marriages. I have not been allowed to accept it. I cannot have any grudges with the Heavenly Master at will, and it will cause trouble to the master..."

After saying that, she looked at the location where Songmei and Yang Yun were, and the general meaning was that you invited me to deal with these two people, rather than being used as a gun to attack them wherever you pointed!

Fa Ling was full of expectations, but his face was full of disappointment and resentment when he heard this.

The foreign aid he invited actually refused to play. Do you expect the real master and apprentice of Wu Zun to deal with the enemy?

Fa Ling didn't dare to force himself, so he turned to look at Songmei: "Does fellow Wu Zun have the intention to go up to fight?"

Songmei couldn't see the middle way? But he was eager to show himself and wanted to show off at this Taoist conference. Now the limelight was exposed by Li Qing, who was the Taoist Master, and he was also a little anxious. Just as he was about to agree, he suddenly thought of something and glanced at Yang Yun subconsciously. Seeing Yang Yun shook his head, he could only say, "I am not in a hurry."

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The scene was in a stalemate.

Fa Ling asked around and no one came out to compete for Qingyang Palace.

It should have been the Dharma Assembly hosted by Qingyang Palace, but now it is the protagonist of Li Qingguan of Tianshidao. Even if Qingyang Palace wants to sing the stage opera, there is not even a person who can go on stage to fight.

Fa Ling said in his heart: "I will fight for benefits for you guys, but you will not help. Let the people of Tianshidao be presumptuous. It seems that you can't count on you in anything!"

Fa Ling was about to go on stage to learn about Li Qingguan's "spells", and a thick man's voice came from a distance: "Why would you please let me try it?"

Many Taoist priests present looked at their voices, wanting to know who dared to get into trouble at this critical moment.

I saw a middle-aged man in his forties, with a plump body and a heroic smile on his face, walked out. Although this man was wearing a Taoist robe, his temperament showed a sense of vulgarity. No matter how he looked, he felt that he was inappropriate and did not look like a Taoist practitioner at all.

Yang Yun thought to himself: "The food in this Taoist temple is really good. You can become a fat man with a shiny face even if you practice Taoism."
To be continued...