But then, Luo Zongwuba's smile became calm again.

He even spoke in a fight: "Congratulations to Qing Songzi's little Tianshi for entering the Zhenwu Realm."

Suddenly, even though Qing Songzi entered the True Martial Realm, he still felt that he was sure to win.

This is a slap in the face.

"snort!"

Qing Songzi snorted coldly, and her internal energy was moving to the extreme, and the speed was a little faster.

The battle between the two Zhenwu realms made the surroundings even more turbulent.

The people around were captured by the aura and hurriedly retreated a little.

The light of hope appeared in Yuan Zhenzi, Yuan Xiuzi and others' eyes.

Although Qing Songzi has just reached the True Martial Realm, she is older than Luo Zong Wuba. She has been practicing martial arts for some years, so she cannot win.

However, after a while, their eyes were covered in surprise again, and they quietly indulged in, with an ugly face.

Luo Zong Wuba is still gradually becoming stronger.

Although Qing Songzi, who had just broken through the Zhenwu realm, could still tell with the eyes of Yuan Zhenzi and others that he was gradually suppressed again.

There are some clues that can be seen from the expressions, moves, and steps of the two of them.

A ancestor of the Yuan generation said with some concern: "Senior Brother Yuan Zhenzi, if Qing Songzi loses again, what should we do?"

The Qing generation really can't find any more masters than Qing Songzi.

Yuan Zhenzi said deeply: "Longhu Mountain cannot be defeated."

The ancestor was shocked, "Senior brother, are you planning to take action yourself?"

Yuan Zhenzi stopped talking, but just looked at Luo Zongwuba and Qing Songzi who were in the fight again.

In fact, he didn't even know what to do at this moment.

If Qing Songzi was defeated, Longhu Mountain would actually be defeated. Even if he defeated Luo Zong Wuba, Longhu Mountain would be unable to save face.

The Heavenly Master is not a god. Yuanmako looked at Qing Songzi and couldn't stop praying, hoping that Qing Songzi would win.

However, things are still moving in a direction they don't want to see.

Qing Songzi takes fewer and fewer moves.

Luo Zong Wuba became serious, like a glaring Vajra, and his momentum was amazing when he took action.

“Um…”

The outcome is often in a moment.

After all, the battle ended with Qing Songzi's muffled groan.

Luo Zongwuba suddenly left his hands and flew towards Qing Songzi. Qing Songzi used his long sword to pick the golden bowl, but was slapped in the chest by Luo Zongwuba's palm.

Although he did not fall, he staggered back several steps, bleeding from the corners of his mouth.

Luo Zongwuba bullied himself, handed over two golden bowls in his hand, and gave a light gift, "I gave in."

He seemed polite on his face, but in his eyes, there was unconcealed arrogance.

All the Taoists felt that they were blind, and some people quietly lowered their heads.

Qing Songzi's face looked extremely ugly. Her hand holding the sword showed a faint blue veins. When she walked forward, she rushed back to her throat and spit out a mouthful of blood.

I was so angry that I was heartbroken.

The battle stops. If Luo Zong Wuba used all his strength just now, he would never have the power to fight at this time. If he went up again, let alone unable to win, even if he was lucky, he would be defeated without force.

Qing Songzi turned around and looked at Yuan Mako and others, with shame and self-blame on her face.

Luo Zongwuba bowed again, "Who else is the Taoist priest who comes to give advice?"

Yuan Zhenzi took a step forward.

"Senior brother..."

Yu Xiangzi suddenly reached out and grabbed his sleeve, "You can't take action."

Next to him, a ancestor who had reached the Zhenwu realm said, "Senior Brother, let me go!"

In this case, whoever goes up will be embarrassing. If you win, you will be said to bully the small by the big one. If you lose, you will be even more shameless.

Yuan Zhenzi shook her head, gently pushed Yu Xiangzi's hand away, and repeated again: "Longhu Mountain cannot lose."

He has no choice now.

Step by step, Yuan Zhenzi slowly walked to Luo Zong Wuba.

A smile flashed in Luo Zongwuba's eyes, "The Heavenly Master wants to personally guide the younger generation?"

He called himself a junior, but his words were heartbroken. It was equivalent to Ming Ming saying that Yuan Zhenzi was going to bully the small with the big one.

Yuan Zhenzi's face no longer had a leisurely look, but was just solemn, "With your Zhenwu realm cultivation, I, a student with the name of Longhushan Qing, is indeed no one who is your opponent."

All the ancestors of the Yuan generation expressed their unbearable expression.

Yuan Zhenzi takes action and will inevitably become a laughing stock in the entire world in the future.

"Master is such a bad word!"

At this time, a shout suddenly sounded like thunder in the thatched hut, "Doctor hasn't asked this monk for advice yet!"

Zhao Dongting slowly walked out of the room. His face was flushed like blood, and he looked extremely ferocious and cold.

Everyone turned their heads to look at him.

Yuan Zhenzi's eyes flashed with splendor, and then she realized something, and her figure floated past the crowd and ran towards the cottage.

Zhao Dongting strode towards Luo Zong Wuba.

The Taoist priests on the road unconsciously gave way to him. At this moment, Zhao Dongting looked really frightening.

Luo Zongwuba no longer calmed down and frowned slightly, "Who are you?"

At this time, even if someone in the Yuan army had seen his portrait, he would probably not recognize him.

Zhao Dongting said: "Zuan Zhenzi's disciples are personally sent to you, please give me advice."

Luo Zongwuba stared at Zhao Dongting for a few glances, "Please give me advice."

There was already a solemn look in his eyes, because he actually felt threatened from Zhao Dongting.

The intuition of the Zhenwu Realm was very keen, which made him realize that Zhao Dongting might be stronger than Qing Songzi.

So, after Luo Zongwuba spoke out, he didn't bother to pretend, and held the golden bowl and rushed towards Zhao Dongting on his own initiative.

Zhao Dongting actually had no sword in his hand.

When Luo Zongwuba brought this great power to him, he just slapped his hands straight ahead.

At this moment, white smoke came out faintly behind Zhao Dongting.

Contact your hands and double bowl.

Two clamors were shaking.

There were soldiers of the Yuan army and the poor Taoist priests who were incompetent were shocked to sit on the ground.

Zhang Kui Temple, which had been shaken before, has now been supported by soldiers, has become soft again and is planted on the ground.

There was no blood on his face.

Luo Zong Wuba's expression changed and he staggered back two steps. Zhao Dongting did not move at all.

As soon as the battle is fought, the right and wrong judgment is made.

In terms of internal strength cultivation, Zhao Dongting actually crushed Luo Zong Wuba.

"drink!"

Immediately, Luo Zongwuba, who was shocked, shouted loudly and became furious in the face of everyone's extreme surprise.

He held the golden bowl and bullied himself again.

The two of them quickly got entangled, their bodies were almost at their peak, and they could hardly even see clearly among the flying leaves.

"Junior brother receives the sword!"

Qing Songzi suddenly ran towards the two people who were shockingly hit by the earth.

A figure suddenly rushed out and held the sword in his hand.

It is undoubtedly Zhao Dongting.

With a sword in his hand, his sword intent rolled out like a tide. At this moment, his momentum was rising again.

Luo Zongwuba followed him and saw several golden lights flying. He was forced back by Zhao Dongting again.

Zhao Dongting’s Guiyuan sword technique was used as he wanted, and he used the Xiaoyao Walking Technique to launch an offensive.

His understanding of Guiyuan Sword Technique and Xiaoyaoyou's attainments were not as perfect as Luo Zong Wuba's finger and Buddha jumped over the wall, but his aura was more than capable than Luo Zong Wuba.
To be continued...