Purple gold robe?!

Magic knife?!

Golden silk soft armor?!

And Dharma beads?!

hiss.

Everyone in the stands took a breath of air conditioning.

This Qianye Zhengdao is really prepared for it.

"Purple gold robe?"

Looking at the robes on Qianye Zhengdao's body, the Thousand-Handed Monk Lekong frowned slightly and said with a serious look on his face: "I really didn't expect that Qianye Zhengdao even brought the robes on the temple-stopping robes in Vajra Peak Temple!"

"Purple gold robe?" Gai Jiuyou said with a puzzled look on his face.

He turned the Buddhist beads in his hand and pondered: "Yes, it's the purple gold cassock. This purple gold cassock was made of a holy monk from South China Sea gold silk during the Tang Dynasty. It is invasive to water and fire, and it is difficult to enter the sword and gun. Moreover, it is immune to all magic tricks!"

Immune magic?!

hiss.

This purple gold robe is really domineering!

Gai Jiuyou said with a gloomy face: "This Qianye Zhengdao is really despicable."

Lekong smiled bitterly and said, "Haha, the arrow is on the string, I have to fire it, Tang Long has no choice."

Bang!

The White Ape Martial Saint smashed the table hard, got up and scolded: "Bastard, Qianye Zhengdao, what do you mean?! You don't let Tang Long use magic weapons, but you, all over your body are magic weapons, even the purple gold robes from Vajra Peak Temple!"

mean!

This ghost sword monk is really despicable!

Everyone present despised him.

This despicable one must have a bottom line, right?!

The ghost sword monk Qianye Zhengdao smiled with a stern face and said, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, didn't you say you didn't use magic tools?"

"you……!"

The White Ape Martial Saint was furious and said furiously: "This is unfair. I announced that this duel will be cancelled!"

"Haha, I really didn't expect that you Chinese are so cowardly!"

"Hmph, it is said that China is a country of etiquette, but now it seems that it is not worthy of its name."

"Don't Tang Ruan, you're not quick to kneel down and beg for mercy. Maybe you can save your life!"

The Oriental people present also shouted.

brush!

Suddenly, Tang Long jumped and landed steadily across from Qianye Zhengdao.

Tang Long lit a cigarette and said coldly: "No matter how many magic weapons you use, it will be futile. Killing you is like slaughtering a dog!"

"Hmph, what a joke!"

Qianye Zhengdao raised the magic knife and shouted arrogantly: "Tang Long, don't say that I bully the young for the big ones, as long as you are willing to kneel down and submit, I can not only spare you, but also accept you as a disciple. In the future, you are not without the possibility of surpassing me!" Tang Long smiled contemptuously and said, "Haha, you can no longer see the future!"

Seeing that Tang Long actually came on the stage, the White Ape Martial Saint was so angry that he glared at him and said nervously: "Boy, you have to think clearly that the defense of this purple gold robe is comparable to that of a master of the Holy Realm. Moreover, this old dog is wearing golden silk soft armor, which is even more difficult than Emperor Su Xuan!"

A purple gold cassock comparable to the defense of the holy realm?!

Indeed, this is a fierce battle!

Moreover, even if Tang Long defeated Qianye Zhengdao, he could not leave the court to rest and had to continue today's battle.

This is the price of the war letter!

puff.

Tang Long spitted out a mouthful of cigarettes and smiled contemptuously, "Haha, it's just an old dog, even if it's gold and silver, it's still an old dog!"

"Baga, Tang Long, die!" At this moment, the ghost sword monk Qianye Zhengdao waved his sword fiercely and slashed at Tang Long's neck.

brush!

Tang Long flashed his body and appeared behind Qianye Zhengdao in an instant.

Before Qianye Zhengdao could come back, he saw Tang Long wave his palm and slapped his back. With a "bang" sound, Tang Long was shocked to death.

"What? It actually shocked Tang Long?"

"Hiss, this purple gold robe is really terrifying!"

"What should I do? If this continues, Tang Long will definitely die!"

"Yes, even if it is consumed, it can still kill Tang Long a little bit!"

The people in the stands also said nervously.

At this moment, Qianye Zhengdao held the magic knife in his hand and slowly turned around and said, "Life is so lonely as snow. Masters also have the troubles of masters. How much I hope to die in your China. However, looking at China, only the Nanxian and the Northern Buddha can fight with me. However, the Nanxian is missing, and the Northern Buddha avoids fighting. Let me ask, looking at China, who else can fight with me?!"

"Damn, this bald donkey is so good at pretending!"

"Shameless, so shameless. She is wearing a purple gold robes and sarcastic words!"

"I'm not going to be flattened. This Eastern bald donkey is really not going to be flattened!"

Some people with bad tempers can no longer hold back and want to come on stage to teach Chiba the righteous path.

KAKAKAKA.

Tang Long moved his neck and said with a cold look on his face: "The purple gold robe can only protect you for a while, but not for a lifetime!"

"Hmph, but I want to kill you, it's a matter of a moment!" As he said that, he saw Qianye Zhengdao waved his magic knife and slashing at Tang Long.

Click!

Just a crack sound came out, and the ground behind Tang Long burst open instantly.

This magic knife is indeed amazing!

Fortunately, Tang Long reacted in time and avoided the thrilling knife.

Brush brush.

At this time, Qianye Zhengdao was also chasing him and constantly waving his magic knife.

For a moment, the sword burst into flames and explosions were everywhere.

Looking at the battle on the field, the poisonous saint Wu Lingyu narrowed his eyes and smiled with a stern face: "Tsk tsk tsk, empress, do you dare to gamble with this saint?"

Rumble.

Tang Guoguo, not far away, poured a glass of wine and said coldly: "How do you want to bet?"

The poisonous saint son Wu Lingyu smiled with a ferocious look on his face and said, "Hehe, this saint son is gambling with the ghost sword monk. If I lose, you can deal with it!"

"oh?"

Tang Guoguo raised her eyebrows and smiled contemptuously, "Haha, Wu Lingyu, you look very confident!"

Wu Lingyu said confidently: "Of course, the Ghost Sword Monk not only has a purple gold robes to protect his body, but also has a magic knife in his hand. Killing Tang Long is like slaughtering a dog!"

Besides, Tang Long has been infected with Huagu San.

In less than half an hour, Tang Long's whole body would be soft and he would not be able to exert any strength.

By then, as long as the Ghost Sword Monk had a random knife, he could split Tang Long in half.

Yin Xueqing kindly reminded: "Wu Lingyu, be careful of capsizing in the gutter, don't forget, whose son Tang Long is?!"

The poisonous saint son Wu Lingyu snorted and smiled with a stern face, "Haha, the tiger father may not have no dog son!"

Bang!

Suddenly, Tang Guoguo pinched her thumb and saw the wine glass in her hand instantly turning into a ball of powder.

Tang Guoguo said coldly: "Okay, Lord Guoguo, I've bet with you!"

Seeing that Tang Guoguo agreed, Wu Lingyu said excitedly: "If you lose, what should you think?!"

Tang Guoguo narrowed her eyes and said word by word: "You can deal with it!"

The poisonous saint son Wu Lingyu smiled strangely and said, "Hehe, when I was in the Hidden Sect, I heard about your reputation, but when I saw you today, it's just that. Tang Guoguo, just wash yourself up and wait for this saint son to be favored!"

"Hmph, do you have this function?!"

Tang Guoguo chuckled and said with disdain, "Besides, how do you know that the person who loses must be Tang Long?! Indeed, your Bone-Wild San is very powerful, but Bone-Wild San may not be able to hurt Tang Long!"

"you……!"

Wu Lingyu was speechless for a moment and suppressed his anger and said, "Where is the purple gold cassock?! The ghost sword monk has the purple gold cassock to protect his body. Even if it is consumed, he can still consume Tang Long to death!"

"Purple gold robe?"
Chapter completed!