As the Taoist Wugu spoke, he walked out of the crowd and smiled and clasped his fists at Yi Ziling and said, "Miss Yi, I, Wugu Taoist Wugu, have no ability, only a small way of **. Please give me some advice. However, I am a little monotonous in performing alone, so I need to ask a fellow Taoist to come out and help!"

As the Taoist Wugu spoke, his eyes fell on Fang Ling and said, "This fellow Taoist, I believe that fellow Taoist will not refuse such a beautiful thing. Come on, let's practice this method together!"

"Fang Ling, be careful! Although this Wugu Taoist is also a foundation-building cultivator, he has practiced a soul-catching evil eye. It is very powerful. It won't take long for someone to be covered by his eyes to be involuntarily obey his command. You must not agree!" Zhao Chunli, with a hint of anxious voice, suddenly rang in Fang Ling's ear. Fang Ling nodded. Although he didn't know what evil method this soul-catching evil eye was, he thought it should be something that confuses his mind. The Wugu Taoist invited him to perform this, and he should be digging a hole for him.

Seeing that Fang Ling did not respond, the Taoist Wugu giggled and said, "Fellow Taoists, it seems that this Taoist Fang is not giving everyone face."

"Today is the birthday of Brother Liehuo. Whoever doesn't give Brother Liehuo face is just asking me for trouble with Xiong Tutian!" A big man stood up and pointed at Fang Ling, "Boy, aren't you trying to ask about my wolf-tooth knife being sharp, right?" Before he finished speaking, another short Taoist chuckled and said, "Brother Tu is right. Whoever makes things difficult for everyone on this happy day is that he won't give us all face. Brother Tu's wolf-tooth knife is unwilling, and I, the earth-walking master, can't let him go!"

"You guys, don't be impatient!" Chen Yupeng stood up with a smile and said, "Junior Brother Fang did not say he would not agree, right? Junior Brother Fang?"

Looking at Chen Yupeng's face, Fang Ling snorted coldly in his heart. His spiritual sense was already powerful, and his ten years of sitting in the gates was even more round and natural. In addition, the verses obtained from the Maitreya Sutra, how could he be afraid of the evil eyes of the Wugu Taoist? He smiled and said, "Since Brother Wugu is intent, I would be more respectful than obedient!"

Taoist Wugu showed a smile on his thin face, but this smile seemed more and more sinister. Although Fang Ling and he were both foundation-building cultivators, he was full of confidence in his soul-catching evil eyes. Wugu Taoist Wugu was very proud of being the first to stand up and provoke Fang Ling. He believed that when he made this guy's spiritual sense fascinated and ugly, Chen Yupeng would definitely look at him with admiration. This was really a killing of two birds with one stone. First, he won the favor of Chen Yupeng, and second, he showed his own methods. As for Fang Ling, who was embarrassed, he was not within the scope of Taoist Wugu.

When he saw Fang Ling walk out, he smiled and said, "Junior brother, just sit cross-legged and meditate, and you'll be able to leave other things to me!"

Fang Ling smiled and sat down on a cushion at will. After Fang Ling sat down, the Wugu Taoist said with a smile: "Are you ready, please look at me in the eyes when you are ready."

When the Taoist Wugu said the word "Junior Brother", the voice was normal, but at the end of the word "Eyes", it gave people the feeling that he was the person you were closest to. Fang Ling's thoughts flashed in his mind, and his eyes seemed to look at the Taoist Wugu's face.

The moment Fang Ling's eyes were in contact with the eyes of Taoist Wugu, Taoist Wugu's eyes suddenly turned blue, and there was a hint of strangeness in his expression when he looked at Fang Ling. As the blue light flashed, Fang Ling felt that his mind felt like he wanted to dizzy.

Fortunately, the feeling just rose, and it was roared by the little tiger in Fang Ling's heart. If Fang Ling turned his mind to fight back at this time, he would definitely be able to disgrace the Wugu Taoist, but Fang Ling was not ready to do so.

Taoist Wugu felt that today was very smooth. He even felt that today should be his lucky day. He had just cast a spell, and this boy named Fang actually looked at his eyes. He really didn't know how the word "death" was written! With the operation of the evil eyes of the soul, Fang Ling's face became more and more dull. All the monks present in the Foundation Establishment Stage, how could he understand Fang Ling's life and death, and he was already in the hands of Taoist Wugu?

"This fellow Taoist Fang, it's such a pity!" A woman sitting next to Zhao Chunli said to Zhao Chunli with a smile: "I see him like that, and I still think he has some ability. I didn't expect that he was just a silver gun wax head. My sister should be fine with him!"

Although Zhao Chunli has not yet broken her body, she is familiar with some romantic affairs. At this time, she heard the soul-chasing lady Hu Lanhua's so sarcastic Fang Ling mocking her, and she felt a little frustrated. Looking at the woman's swaying and trembling body, Zhao Chunli said forcibly: "The winner has not been decided yet. Isn't it too early for you to say such words?"

Hu Lanhua smiled and said, "Whether it's early or not, sister, don't you know? The soul-catching eyes of Taoist Wugu, you don't know. As long as you are covered by his eyes, even if you ask your sister to take off your clothes and serve, you can only obediently obediently. This person with the surname Fang is absolutely no chance of turning over now."

Zhao Chunli agreed with Hu Lanhua's statement in her heart, but at this moment, what could she do? She could only complain to Fang Ling secretly in her heart.

Liehuozi, who was sitting on the main seat, frowned. Fang Ling was suppressed so simply, which was beyond his expectations. In his mind, although the Wugu Taoist's soul-catching evil eyes were powerful, Fang Ling could resist any more. It would be fine if he could make some ugly things happen. Unexpectedly, he actually said directly. If this continues to be ugly, would Fang Ling even hate himself? After pondering for a while, Liehuozi gritted the bullet and said softly to Chen Yupeng: "Senior Brother, I'm almost done with this performance. Are you going to let fellow Taoist Wugu stop..."

Chen Yupeng waved his hand and said, "Let Junior Brother Wugu finish his performance in his director, I will talk about everything."

Liehuozi wanted what Chen Yupeng said! He looked at Fang Ling in the middle of the hall again, and saw Fang Ling still staring at Taoist Wugu directly, without any reaction.

"Stand up!" There was a little more commanding meaning in the voice of Taoist Wugu.

With the words of Taoist Wugu, Fang Ling, who was originally sitting quietly, slowly stood up. The mechanical look further confirmed many people's guess, that is, this junior brother Fang was completely controlled by the soul-grabbing evil eyes.

"Give yourself two slaps!" Taoist Wugu smiled with a gloomy face, and then said in a deep voice to the other party.

"Bang! Bang!" The two slaps came loud and crisp, but the place where the slaps fell was not Fang Ling's face, but the thin face of Wugu Taoist.

Taoist Wugu, who was dizzy by these two slaps, angrily said: "I said I would like to slap you twice in the face. No, you can slap yourself a hundred times in the face, don't stop!"

"Papapapapapapa", Fang Ling raised his palm again, and slapped the Wugu Taoist in the face violently. The Wugu Taoist still wanted to speak, but when Fang Ling slapped more than twenty times, the Wugu Taoist understood that he could no longer care about his evil eyes. While retreating quickly, he raised his hand to sacrifice a black awl and said sternly: "Boy, you are looking for death!"

The magic weapon of the Wugu Taoist is called Yin Fu File, which is a protective treasure he has trained for many years. This Yin Fu File is not only as fast as lightning, but also was added to ninety-nine kinds of poisons by Wugu Taoist. Once the magic weapon is sacrificed, a poisonous gas will follow him. If you don’t pay attention to a wisp, even the foundation-building monk will be dizzy and very vicious.

Fang Ling looked at the flying Yin Talisman file and sneered, and the Thousand Soul Bell appeared in his hand in an instant. As his magic tricks were pinching, hundreds of skulls flew out of the Thousand Soul Bell, half of the skulls met the Yin Talisman, and the other half rushed towards the Wugu Taoist.

Taoist Wugu was injured on the face and was taking out a pill to apply it. However, he didn't expect Fang Ling's counterattack to come so quickly. He didn't have time to throw it away and react other times. He could only open his mouth and spit out a black smoke from his mouth, and face the skeleton.

"Puff puff puff!" Dozens of skulls spewed out a piece of phosphorus fire, directly breaking through the black air of Wugu Taoist and landing on Wugu Taoist. This phosphorus fire does not cause much damage to the monks, and it burns the most soul. The moment the Taoist Wugu was covered by the phosphorus fire, he screamed terriblely in his mouth: "Senior Brother Chen, help me, help me!"

Chen Yupeng did not expect the situation to change drastically. Fang Ling, who had already taken it with the evil eyes, actually slapped Wugu Taoist in the blink of an eye, not only slapped Wugu Taoist in the face, but also easily broke Wugu Taoist's magic weapon, and also brought Wugu Taoist in the phosphorus fire. Everyone present knew that the Wugu Taoist provoked Fang Ling and asked Fang Ling to slap himself in the face to please Chen Yupeng. Everyone was tacitly aware of this.

Under this scene, if he stood by and refused to take action, it would be difficult for him to get involved in Qianzhu Sect in the future. Therefore, Chen Yupeng did not hesitate at all and said, "Dao," and pinched the magic trick in his hand, and a black light flew towards the body of the Wugu Taoist.

This is a magic weapon like a flute. As the flutes flew, several flutes made a graceful sound, trembling in their minds. However, Chen Yupeng did not use it to attack, but wanted to break through the erect phosphorus fire left by Fang Ling on the body of Wugu Taoist.

The moment when the black light flashed, it was about to fall on the Wugu Taoist, the rolling phosphorus fire disappeared in an instant. This changed Chen Yupeng's face. He had grasped the power of the magic weapon just now very well, and he could drive the phosphorus fire out of the Wugu Taoist. Now that Fang Ling's phosphorus fire was removed, the power of his magic weapon would fall on the Wugu Taoist.

If you forcefully withdraw your magic weapon, you will be injured!

In any case, I could not be hurt. Just as Chen Yupeng made up his mind, the black flute had already fallen heavily on the Wugu Taoist.

In an instant, Taoist Wugu's body was shattered by the flute, and a black light flew out from his body. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!