I am against feudal superstition, so I light incense on my midnight rice!

Chapter 100 Qingsong has no moral principles, and the waiter is struck by the thunder from the Divine Sky!

The Mingwang Grindstone and the Fiery Sun Golden Bell were taken out as prizes, and all the strange people in the Tianshi Square were excited.

He couldn't help but wonder how he could win a set of skills from the two Buddhist disciples.

But these two Buddhist disciples were not old, weak or sick. On the contrary, the aura they exuded was extremely strong and fierce.

The two of them did not deliberately hide their cultivation levels, but exposed them openly to everyone's perception.

One is at the peak of Class A, and the other is at the middle stage of Class A and not far from the peak.

Everyone only knew that the two men practiced the Withered Wood Eternal Life Technique, and knew nothing about the other methods. The main reason was that these old bald men in the Little Leiyin Temple were very low-key.

After everyone sat down again, a second-generation disciple behind Master Shen Kun couldn't help it and immediately appeared in the center of Tianshi Square.

"I am Master Huijue's senior disciple, Wuxing! Who dares to come and fight me?"

Wuxing had just seen his master suffer a setback, and he was filled with anger, so he was looking for someone to vent his anger on.

The aura of the early stage of Hidden Yuan burst out with a bang, the red blood vibrated, the muscles all over the body tensed, and the whole person actually grew twenty centimeters taller. At this moment, he looked like a miniature version of the Hulk.

His sturdy arms were as thick as an average person's thighs, and even his neck was occupied by a piece of muscle. He was simply a muscle tyrant.

Many female strangers looked down at Wuxing's body with shining eyes, but when they saw no changes under him, they immediately withdrew their gaze in disappointment.

"Arrogant! I will fight you!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that it was Taoist Qingsong. This was the first time that Buddhist and Taoist disciples had confronted each other head-on, and it was a matter of face for both sides.

"The high priest of Dengxian Taoist Temple finally couldn't bear it anymore."

"This battle looks a bit dicey. Can Senior Qingsong defeat that muscular tyrant?"

"Haha~ How can a martial artist defeat a cultivator?"

"Let me ask you, what is the most powerful method of a Taoist priest? And what is the most powerful method of a Buddhist disciple?"

"The Taoist's strongest means are of course talismans, formations, swordsmanship, skills, and Taoism. Buddhist disciples are more inclined towards close combat and mostly follow the path of physical training. Their spiritual energy accumulation is not as strong as that of Taoists!"

"That's right, then think about what Dengxian Taoist Temple is good at?"

"Thunder method, Divine Thunder Method!!"

Only then did everyone suddenly realize.

As long as Qingsong controls the distance and doesn't let the big muscular Tyrant Jin get close enough to him, and then uses thunder magic to break his defense, he can win.

At this time, a voice came again.

"But what if that big muscle guy can withstand the Divine Thunder Technique? What should we do?"

"You ask me this, who should I ask? Just adapt to the situation~"

The two sides seemed to be evenly matched. Due to the restrictions of the Taoist Conference, the Taoist priests could not use talismans, and their full strength could not be exerted.

When the two met, it was like seeing the murderer of their father.

Every time Wuxing took a step, the ground shook. He swung his fists and attacked Qingsong continuously. The friction between his huge fists and the air made a vibrating sound.

Before the fist arrived, a fierce wind came first, and the hair on Taoist Qingsong's temples was blown continuously.

Qingsong could already feel this tremendous force. If this punch landed on him, he would definitely be seriously injured.

He made hand gestures while concentrating on dodging Wuxing's attacks.

During this period, he also fought with Wuxing for several rounds. Qingsong's series of punches hit Wuxing's body, just like hitting steel, with a loud bang.

Wu Xing was like being bitten by a mosquito, nothing serious happened.

Monk Shenkun smiled upon seeing this. Although Wuxing had not practiced the inherited skills of the Little Leiyin Temple, he had practiced the Mingwang Grindstone of the Mingwang Temple. After breaking through the Hidden Yuan, his body was as strong as a diamond!
"Are you tickling me?"

"Come again!"

"Haha, come on!" Qingsong sneered twice

"Qian Ling gathers Qi into the purple sky, Kun Yuan breeds thunder in its belly.

The interaction of Zhen and Xun activates divine light, and the assistance of Dui and Gen transforms into lightning.

The movement of Kan and Li brings about thunder and lightning, and I control the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

I command the lightning to shatter the vast sky, and all evil spirits will flee in endless ways."

"Shenxiao thunder method!"

The innate purple energy in Qingsong's body was released, and the purple energy swept around, forcing back the red blood energy emitted by Wuxing.

Purple lightning flashed, whistled, and bloomed in Qingsong's hand.

Qingsong had been holding it in for so long and directly gave Wuxing a super gift package.

“Shit!! Where the hell are you going to hit me!” Wu Xing’s face changed drastically when he saw the lightning, and his hair stood on end. “Ming Wang Body!”

Wang Zheng on the stage couldn't help but shrink back.
Wuxing was locked in the thunder spell and could not dodge, so he could only use the Mingwang Tyrant Body to forcibly resist the Shenxiao Thunder Spell.

Everyone stood up and looked with serious expressions.

In an instant.

I saw that the thunder was like a silver snake dancing wildly, its color was deep purple, and the thunder sounded like a huge bell ringing together, shaking the void buzzing. The thunder was as thick as a baby's arm, and the lightning flickered and jumped, and the crackling sound was endless.

The exploding thunder fell on Wuxing, and there was a crackling sound. The ground was charred by the thunder, and Wuxing was also struck away by the divine thunder.

The whole person rolled on the ground seven or eight times before stopping.

His Ming Wang Tyrant Body was forcibly split apart, but it blocked most of the thunder's power.
Wuxing half-knelt on the ground with difficulty, looking painful.

His robes had been torn to pieces, revealing his strong and sturdy body. The surface of his skin had been charred black by the lightning, but he was physically strong, so these were just flesh wounds and not a big deal.

The most torturous thing was that a small amount of divine thunder entered his body and was constantly destroying the cells in his body.

Even Wuxing, who had undergone years of brutal training, could not bear this kind of pain in an instant.

"Wow!!"

"Thunder techniques are truly terrifying. Taoist Qingsong was just beginning to master the Divine Heaven Thunder Technique ten years ago. Ten years later, he has already mastered it and can now control it with ease."

"I have to say, Qingsong is still as sinister as he was ten years ago."

"That's totally unethical!"

"However, this Mingwang Grindstone is indeed powerful. It was able to condense a domineering body and block most of the Shenxiao Thunder Techniques. The most important thing is that Wuxing is still too confident."

The male aliens looked at Wuxing with sympathy, while the female aliens were also frightened and made up their minds not to provoke Qingsong.

If the twin peaks were crushed by the divine thunder, it would be the end of them.

"What does this mean, old master?"

"This isn't a martial arts demonstration, this is intentional murder. We protest!"

"You are highly respected and virtuous. How could you be so despicable? You must produce an intermediate-level talisman to compensate us!"

Shen Kun and the others could no longer sit still. They stood up and glared at the old Taoist priest and the others with fierce eyes, as if they were going to take action if the old Taoist priest did not compensate them!

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