Spiritual recovery?It doesn't matter, I will speak out!

Chapter 105
"what do you mean?"

John asked suspiciously: "This is an ordinary hoe, what kind of fetters are there?"

Jiang Xi blinked: "I see you, you don't understand at all?"

"Know what?"

"Tsk." Jiang Chou was skeptical, pointed at John with his hands like a pistol, but the latter was still full of doubts, and did not subconsciously raise his hands in surrender as Jiang Chou imagined.

"Hiss, is it true that there is no awakened blood?"

"What kind of bloodline is false, only my own efforts are real."

John didn't know what Jiang Xi was talking about, so he simply didn't pay attention.

He only knows that he is now the No. 1 of the sixth rank of Tianshi Mansion, and he wants to use his own hands to win this competition beautifully.

Seeing that he was so motivated, Jiang Xi was relieved.

To be honest, he still doesn't want to do it if he can't do it. Anyway, the old master said that if the Daomen wins, there will be five thunder pills, and he didn't say that he must contribute.

Isn't it a big injustice to still rush to work under the premise that there is already a fixed salary?

So more than a dozen Taoist disciples were gearing up, and when they were making final preparations, Jiang Xi had already slumped on a chair, planning to watch a play.

He wasn't worried about winning or losing. The gluttonous ghost's ghost disciples had all merged into one. It would be considered a great achievement for this kind of character in this competition.

But after so many days, he has strengthened a lot in all aspects, and now he has the compressed elixir of dwarven technology, which can always maintain a full state, so even if another character like this comes out, he is still very confident .

Just wait for the people from the Daoist sect to die before taking action, and send charcoal in the snow to turn the tide. This kind of result is the most valuable.

Not long after, the old heavenly master announced the start of the competition.

On the Taoist side, a Taoist priest who didn't know what sect went out to try the water.

Perhaps the Buddhist side also had the same idea, and also sent a monk who looked like a passerby to fight.

The two sides set up a posture, and each used their housekeeping skills to fight together.

The Taoist priest here threw out a talisman, the monk over there immediately threw a vajra bowl to suppress it, and then chanted Buddhist scriptures with another palm. It caused the ground to tremble, and the soil pierced through the stone slabs of the meeting place, and it was about to roll towards the monk.

The monk was also unambiguous, he missed the first blow, and immediately hit the second blow, hitting the ground, and pushed back the torrent of mud with brute force.

After several rounds, no one was settled, and it was evenly divided.

But ordinary sixth-rank warlocks, even if they are elites in the sect, who can master multiple spells in such a short period of time like Jiang Ping?

So after all the moves that could be used were used up, the two fought again from the beginning.

Jiang Xi lost interest after watching it, yawned boredly, and complained: "Isn't this the same as pulling hair?"

John also had a vicious vision, and he saw on the spot that the key to victory was to see which side exhausted its spiritual energy first.

Immediately, he was a little worried: "The Daoist technique is open and closed, and the Buddhist technique was more focused on body training during the period of the quack warlocks, and the consumption is not as good as ours. If this is the case in the future, I am afraid it is not optimistic.

At least for now, I am afraid it will be difficult. "

And the situation was similar to what he expected. It didn't take long for the Taoist priest to lose his strength and lose the battle.

Although the monk also consumed a lot of energy, he still had enough energy, and he was defeated after another fight, which consumed a lot of physical strength of the second fighter from the Taoist side.

Roughly speaking, one monk can exchange for one more Taoist priest.

The situation can be said to be very serious.

Jiang Chuan intentionally distributed some compressed elixir, but he also remembered that the old heavenly masters had been infected for a short time. For these little Taoist priests, it might be regarded as highly poisonous.

So he had to give up.

When another Taoist was about to fight, he was stopped by John.

He looked serious: "I'll go."

"No." The Taoist priest was wearing a Maoshan Taoist robe, frowning and shaking his head: "You are the strongest among us, you have to wait until the end to make a move. I am afraid they also have the same idea, wanting to keep the powerful character at the end, and let others Consume first.

If you act now, you will fall into their trap. "

John's expression was not very good. He could still accept the first defeat. The Taoist priest was just exhausted, but the people behind were all injured.

This made him very uncomfortable. He felt that he was capable but did not play for them. He had to endure until the end.

And the Maoshan Taoist, regardless of John's reaction after speaking, firmly greeted him.

His eyes were extremely resolute, and his footsteps were unprecedentedly steady.

Because he knows that this is not a single fight, nor is it a fight for courage, but an important and glorious battle related to the future of the Taoist sect. Although he is unwilling to admit that he is weaker than others, he still does it , leaving the opportunity to determine the victory to other people, and to those who have the ability to complete the common goal of Taoism!

Five minutes later, Jiang Shou squatted beside the Maoshan Taoist priest and asked with a smile, "Are you still pretending to be aggressive?"

Mao Shan was good at magic spells, but the reckless man on the opposite side didn't give him a chance to cast spells at all. He rushed to him and began to fight hand to hand. Taoist Mao Shan only lasted for a moment before his arm was broken and he lost his fighting ability.

He grinned, but still looked at John with all his strength: "I'll leave the rest to you, I'll do my best."

Jiang Xi got up and said thoughtfully: "No wonder everyone doesn't play mages anymore. A full stack of fighters and conquerors can kill people with A, tsk tsk."

John didn't hear Jiang Xi talking to himself, but looked at the few remaining Taoist priests who were still able to make a move and sighed.

Although they are elites, they are no match for those reckless people from the Buddhist sect.

Fundamentally speaking, it is still a system problem. If it is Master Tongtian, Daoxiu can turn his hands into clouds and his hands into rain, and he can easily use terrifying spells, which are not only gorgeous and chic, but also extremely powerful.

The most important thing is that Taoist cultivators have a slightly better understanding of the heaven and earth than those of other avenues, because they advocate quietness and inaction, and obey the rules of heaven and earth, so it is easier to get along with them.

However, the age of quack warlocks was very embarrassing. Their physical bodies were inferior to Buddhist cultivators, their physical attack methods were inferior to warriors, and their spiritual power reserves were not comparable to Confucian cultivators, so they were good at bullying and bullying ghosts. The training methods are very fancy.

For example, cultivating the Tao is like learning civil engineering. It is difficult in the early stage, but after getting the certificate and qualifications, the later stage will become smoother and smoother. It can be regarded as the later stage road with the highest upper limit and the lowest lower limit.

But the key point is that most Taoist cultivators can't survive Master Tongtian.

"Let me go." John felt a sense of powerlessness.

Even if I am stronger than you, how can I be stronger?

Is there no secret weapon in Buddhism?

He looked at Jiang Lan solemnly: "I will try my best to defeat as many opponents as possible, and it's up to you to follow up."

Presumably, among the other Taoist fighters, he knew Jiang Xie the most. Although his master Zhang Zexing didn't say it clearly, he also implicitly expressed that Jiang Lane was the treasure of the old heavenly master.

The others had never heard Jiang Chou mentioned by the teacher. At this time, seeing John, who was regarded as the savior, begging Jiang Chou so seriously, even though they didn't say anything, they were full of suspicion and puzzlement.

In their view, Jiang Xi is nothing more than an unremarkable sixth-grade Taoist cultivator who doesn't know his school or school.

Jiang Xi nodded, and said: "Nephew, be careful."

John's face darkened, he turned around and walked out.

The others were taken aback: "What do you call him?"

"Master nephew." Jiang Pity replied confidently.

"Are you?" they asked cautiously.

It was only then that everyone remembered that they had never found out about this teammate who suddenly appeared.

Jiang Shou said seriously: "I am a closed disciple of the old master. I used to be a killer. I killed fish in RT-Mart for three years. The old master saw that the sword skills are superb, so he redeemed me and took me as a disciple. I hope I can carry forward the swordsmanship of Tianshifu."

　I have a bit of a cold today, I feel very uncomfortable, the number of words may be a little less, wait for two days to recover and then increase my efforts. Chapter 2 is still being written, and it will be posted later
　　
　
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