Feng Tianyang glanced at Zhang Zhiwei's sleeves, his eyes twitched, he took a deep breath, and said:
"Brother Zhang is so open-minded, so I won't be polite!"
After saying that, he stretched out his hand and made a hand gesture, and a series of shrill whistling sounds rang out in the air.
Then, out of thin air, a number of objects flew into the woods outside the arena. There was an eight-diagram platform, an offering table, colorful robes, a strangely shaped curved sword, two golden bells, several talismans, and even pig and ox heads and other animal sacrifices...
Outside the martial arts arena, many people looked at this scene in shock.
"What's going on? Why are so many things flying out of thin air? Are they going to have a feast in the martial arts arena?"
"These things seem to have been hidden in the woods ahead of time. What's the method used? Is this a transportation method?"
"Look, that pig's head is still dripping with blood!"
Some people in the younger generation are puzzled. Their cultivation is not high enough and they cannot see the mystery with their naked eyes.
But Zhang Zhiwei had the Taoist eye and could see clearly that those objects floating in the air were actually illusory ghosts who were carrying things.
Looking at the bloody pig and ox heads, Zhang Zhiwei smiled and asked, "Did you rob the Lu family's kitchen?"
"Not just the kitchen!" Feng Tianyang laughed.
"Oh, interesting!"
"There's nothing I can do. Senior Brother Zhang has a very high level of cultivation. If he doesn't set up a magic altar, I will never be able to defeat him!"
Feng Tianyang didn't feel embarrassed at all. He controlled the little ghosts to carry various materials into the venue and quickly set up the altar.
"How long will it take you to set up the altar?" Zhang Zhiwei asked. If it would take several hours, he was not in the mood to waste time.
Feng Tianyang said, "My Liangshan Wushu sect is a small sect. The altars we build are far less powerful than the authentic Xuanmen altars, but they are faster. Just give me a quarter of an hour!"
"Then I'll give you a quarter of an hour!"
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This scene also caused an uproar outside the venue.
"So all this is done to set up an altar?"
Both the older and younger generations looked at me strangely.
It's just a martial arts performance, and you actually want to perform a ritual?
"Isn't it a bit too much to perform rituals during a competition? Even if we win, it won't be glorious!" said Lu Jin who was watching the game from behind.
Lu Ci sneered, "Humph, as long as we can win, who cares if your methods are honorable or not? This kid is very scheming. He actually wants to see the Taoist Shangtan Heavenly Soldiers, so his words are a bit arrogant. If he can see the Shangtan Heavenly Soldiers, then defeat is defeat. If not, if he can have the chance to defeat Senior Brother Zhang, then he will become famous and profitable. Anyway, he won't lose out anyway!"
"Brother Zhang has accepted the challenge. If the opponent performs a ritual, can Brother Zhang defeat him?" Lu Jin asked.
Lu Ci had already transformed into a little fanboy, and said as if it was natural, "I think it will be easy. Look, Senior Brother Zhang has even rolled up one sleeve. I think he wants to beat him with one hand!"
As he said that, Lu Ci glanced at Lu Jin and said, "It's like hitting you!"
Lu Jin glared at Lu Ci: "You are different?"
Lu Ci retorted, "How is that the same? When Senior Brother Zhang and I were sparring, he rolled up both of his sleeves!"
"Ah...what's the difference?"
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Lu Ren silently distanced himself from Lu Jin and his stupid brother.
"Feng Tianyang, you shameful little bastard, get down here right now!"
Feng Tianyang's elder shouted angrily, saying that performing rituals during a competition was outrageous and unscrupulous. As a master, he could not afford to lose face.
"Brother Feng, don't be angry. It's normal for young people to be competitive!" said Lu Jin's father Lu Xuan.
Then Lu Xuan looked at Zhang Jingqing: "Master, what do you think?"
"Since my evil disciple has agreed, just do it!" Zhang Jingqing said in a deep voice.
Zuo Ruotong picked up a cup of tea and said, "This competition is becoming more and more interesting!"
In the martial arts arena, the altar was quickly set up with the orderly work of a group of little ghosts.
Feng Tianyang stood in front of an altar, holding two master swords in his hands, wearing a wizard robe and a yaksha-like Nuo mask on his face. He raised his hand to cast a Liangshan witch spell, while stepping on the Yu step, chanting mantras, and holding the two master swords high above his head, with the blades clashing and scratching.
The sound of "ding ding ding" was accompanied by the harsh friction sound of the blades clashing, and the strange practice of the witchcraft lineage began.
Zhang Zhiwei fixed his eyes on the magic weapon called Master's Knife in Feng Tianyang's hand.
The Shidao, also known as the bell knife or the ringing knife, is a percussion instrument played by the Manchu, Zhuang, Miao, Yao, Dong, Tujia, Han and other ethnic groups. It is called Hamadao in Manchu and Shamandao in Northeast China.
The back, tip and handle of this kind of knife are drilled with several small holes, and three to five small iron rings are inserted into the holes, so when it is danced, it will make a tinkling sound.
Taoist rituals generally do not use this kind of thing. Most of them use peach wood swords or seven-star magic swords.
For general practice, a peach wood sword is enough. If it is a grand ritual that requires hundreds or thousands of people to perform the ritual together, Taoists will often use the sect's seven-star magic sword to perform it.
There is a sect-protecting sword of this kind in Longhu Mountain. It is one of the Three Treasures of Heavenly Masters, the Male and Female Evil-Slaying Swords, passed down by the founder Heavenly Master Zhang Daoling. This sword has been enshrined and nurtured in the Taoist temple for nearly two thousand years.
As for the true appearance of this magic sword, Zhang Zhiwei had never seen it. Unless Longhu Mountain faced a life-or-death situation, this treasure would not be taken out.
Soon, the quarter of an hour was coming to an end.
Feng Tianyang's practice was nearing its end, and a terrifying and oppressive atmosphere swept across the surroundings. Not only the martial arts training ground, but everyone in the entire yard could feel it.
“Ding ding ding…”
The bell-like sound produced by the master's sword is ethereal, monotonous, without any rhythm, but it goes straight into the heart. Every strike causes the air to resonate, and the eardrum, scalp, and even deep into the bones, leaping and trembling with the sound of the bell.
The Yaksha-like Nuo mask on Feng Tianyang's face became more and more hideous, and his dancing movements became more and more exaggerated and abstract, as strange as a picture with frames being cut off.
"Is it coming? It feels like that medium again. Please come down from the altar and the heavenly soldiers will come. Will they also borrow the way from that medium?" Zhang Zhiwei said to himself.
When I looked up, I saw many dense bloodstains suddenly appearing in the sky.
Feng Tianyang raised his sword and pointed it at Zhang Zhiwei.
A shrill ghost cry sounded, and the bloodstain in the air suddenly pounced towards Zhang Zhiwei.
The people with low cultivation in the audience could not see these bloodstains clearly, but Zhang Zhiwei could see them clearly. They were three-foot-tall blood-red human figures that were constantly twisting.
"This is a kind of spirit that I, the shamans of Liangshan, specially raise. It's called the Law-Breaking Filthy Spirit. It's condensed from extremely filthy places. It's invisible to the naked eye and cannot be attacked by physical means. It can contaminate magical instruments and mana. Brother Zhang, I know the Golden Light Curse of your Longhu Mountain is a unique one, but don't let it touch you!"
Dense blood-red figures flew through the air without causing any disturbance in the air.
"You can't reach it with physical means? You can even break my golden light. I'm going to give it a try!"
Zhang Zhiwei did not dodge or evade, allowing the blood shadow to attack him recklessly.
Dozens of bloody figures hugged the tall Zhang Zhiwei like zombies out of a cage, and bursts of sounds like sulfuric acid corrosion rang out.
These bloody figures attacked the golden light frantically, but Zhang Zhiwei was as steady as Mount Tai, and the golden light did not even tremble.
This evil spirit that can break the law does have the effect of breaking the law, but the effect is not very obvious when it acts on Zhang Zhiwei.
These dozens of evil spirits that broke the law were almost annihilated, but they did not even burn through the surface of the golden light, only leaving spots of blood on the surface of the golden light.
However, ordinary people could not see any clues in this scene, because they could not see the figure of the evil spirit that broke the law. They could only see Zhang Zhiwei's body covered with golden light, and a faint blood-red glow all over his body. The golden light gurgled, but there was nothing unusual.
"It's a good idea. It can indeed restrain protective methods like the Golden Light Curse, but the method is a bit shallow!"
Zhang Zhiwei's body shook, golden light spread, and all the evil spirits that broke the law were instantly reduced to ashes.
Then, he thought about it, and the blood-stained golden light around him took shape with Qi, gathered together, and turned into a golden bean.
With a snap of his fingers, the golden bean flew out of the air and pointed directly at Feng Tianyang's eyebrows.
But just when it was about to hit, a tall and mighty general suddenly appeared in front of Feng Tianyang and blocked the attack for him.
This general was wearing golden armor, with a five-colored flag stuck behind him, and his face was painted blue and white, like an actor on the stage, and his voice was full of ups and downs when he spoke.
"I am the Dharma Master's seated divine general. My Lord's Dharma carriage is here, why don't you quickly bow down and pay your respects!"
"God General?"
Zhang Zhiwei took a look and saw that the general's figure was a little illusory, made up of pure air, but there was evil hidden in the pure air.
"This must be the Heavenly Soldiers from the Lower Altar, the General of the Five Imperious Armies. Since there are Generals, there should also be Imperious Soldiers!"
As soon as Zhang Zhiwei finished speaking, Feng Tianyang started dancing again in front of the altar, performing a strange sacrificial dance.
As he swung his steps, his robes fluttered and his sacred bells rang.
At the same time, one after another, soldiers emerged from the air, and in the blink of an eye, they blocked the entire training ground.
These heavenly soldiers who came down from the altar and the soldiers from the Five Demons all had cold eyes and stared straight at Zhang Zhiwei.
There is no need to waste time, the war is about to begin.