Martial arts arena, in front of the altar.
Feng Tianyang raised his two swords above his head. The bells on the swords jingled, and he danced a strange Nuo dance like a wizard worshiping ghosts and gods.
No one among the spectators spoke, they just watched the scene quietly, as if they were watching a shocking Noh performance behind the curtain.
"Ding-ling-ling..."
The master's sword rang out, and rays of light appeared in the sky above the martial arts field. In the light, soldiers and generals with arms and legs as big as monkeys, backs as strong as tigers, and waists as thick as bears appeared one after another, their figures seemed both real and unreal.
These arrogant soldiers and generals all wore red-tasseled helmets, green brocade robes, and bright armor, and held steel forks in their hands. Their crowns and belts fluttered, and their armor shone brightly. They were just like the heavenly soldiers and generals in myths and legends who had come down to earth.
However, if you look closely, you will find that these guardian soldiers who look like gods descending from heaven actually have green faces and fangs under their dazzling armor.
Although most of the guardian gods worshipped in the Taoist lineage are ferocious, they are righteous and awe-inspiring, unlike these arrogant soldiers who are full of evil spirits.
"It's pretty damn intimidating!"
For the first time, Zhang Zhiwei felt something was interesting. He looked at these arrogant soldiers and generals, twisted his neck, and bright lightning flashed in his eyes, turning into a ferocious monkey.
He stretched out his rolled-up sleeves and said, "Come, let me see the level of the heavenly soldiers!"
In front of the altar, Feng Tianyang raised his sword towards Zhang Zhiwei.
The next moment, the green-faced and fang-toothed general in front of him raised his arms and shouted.
There were clashing drums and horns between heaven and earth, and green light surged. Countless rampant soldiers, holding high their steel forks and roaring, rushed towards Zhang Zhiwei one after another.
Compared with the huge number of rampant soldiers, Zhang Zhiwei was like a dead leaf under the rolling waves, and was submerged in an instant.
But the next moment, golden light spread out, and Zhang Zhiwei soared into the sky. The powerful Qi cultivated by the Golden Light Mantra and the Five Thunders Orthodox Method surged in his body.
The shining and cold weapons in the hands of the five arrogant soldiers were like an endless forest of swords. Zhang Zhiwei was covered in golden light, just like the monkey who made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace and swept away the heavenly soldiers and generals, shuttling back and forth among the arrogant soldiers and generals.
He put one hand behind his back and rolled up his sleeve with the other hand. He slapped a reckless soldier's head to pieces with his front hand, and slapped another reckless general away with his back hand.
The general who was knocked away quickly began to twist and deform, his body expanded rapidly, his white robe was torn apart, and his armor pieces flew off, revealing his true appearance. He turned out to be a giant snake about ten meters long.
The giant snake swiftly slithered through the air, coiling towards Zhang Zhiwei and roaring, "Eat you!"
"The Changjiang's true form is a Willow Immortal? Want to eat me? You're overestimating yourself!"
Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand, and golden light spit out from his palm, turning into a big hand, which grabbed the head of the attacking snake-like general.
The big snake roared in pain.
The Qi in Zhang Zhiwei's body surged like a spring, and the power as hot as magma was inexhaustible.
"Come and die!"
Zhang Zhiwei grabbed a giant snake called Changjiang that was over ten meters tall, swung it like a whip, and smashed it at the surrounding Chang soldiers who were surrounding him.
This exaggerated scene simply exceeded the imagination of the people around.
Do you have to be so cruel?
"As expected of Senior Brother Zhang, he's not afraid at all even when faced with this kind of situation. He uses just one hand when he's told to. If I were facing so many ghosts, I'd probably run away right away!"
Lu Ci, who has become a fan of Zhang Zhiwei, sighed.
Lu Jin was also stunned and said, "In a situation like this, I would definitely run. If I didn't, I probably wouldn't have lasted more than three to five seconds. But Senior Brother Zhang was able to come and go freely as if he was being ignored, attacking and slashing. With this level of cultivation, I'm afraid he can catch up with many seniors!"
"He definitely caught up, I guarantee it. Pay attention to the expressions of the seniors around us. I feel that many of them cannot beat Senior Brother Zhang!" Lu Ci said in a low voice.
"Yeah?"
As Lu Jin spoke, he secretly glanced at his father Lu Xuan and found that he looked very ugly.
Lu Jin: “…………”
Among the crowd watching the game, most people were amazed at Zhang Zhiwei's powerful strength.
Only Guan Shihua, a genius from the Chu Ma Xian lineage, was frightened by Feng Tianyang and grimaced.
"I can't beat him. I can't beat him at all. How did Feng Tianyang come up with so many immortal-like things all at once?!"
Guan Shihua muttered to herself that the way she practiced as a spirit medium was somewhat similar to that of Feng Tianyang.
But the difference is that Feng Tianyang invited immortals who would be enshrined in the Dharma lineage and become guardian celestial soldiers after their death, while she invited living immortals.
Moreover, she could also see that the strength of the big snake held in Zhang Zhiwei's hand was definitely not weak. Among the immortals she could currently invite directly to possess her body, few could compare to it.
"Master, I won't go up to join in the fun later. This is too scary. Unless we invite Uncle Liu, there will be no fight at all!" Guan Shihua whispered to his elder.
Guan Shihua's elder said, "What? You still want to invite Master Liu to come up and clash with this Heavenly Master's disciple? Don't mess around. With your strength, if you want to invite an immortal of Master Liu's level, you have to visit him in advance and ask for his permission. Going there rashly is breaking the rules."
"Besides, your own strength is shallow, and your acupoints are not well cultivated. Even if you invite Master Liu, the power you can exert is limited. You will not be able to defeat this disciple of the Heavenly Master. If you let Master Liu be beaten like that arrogant general, you will never be treated well by the Liu Immortals in the future."
The cultivation system of the Chu Ma Xian is extremely rare in the entire world of extraordinary people. They do not cultivate their nature or practice skills, but specialize in acupoints.
The size of this acupoint does not bring any significant improvement to the acupoint itself. It is equivalent to a container in the body that holds the power of immortals. The larger the acupoint is cultivated, the stronger the immortals will be, and the more the immortals can exert strength close to their original bodies.
"Yeah, I definitely won't go!" Guan Shihua said quickly.
"Shihuaer, if you don't go up, then I won't go up either." The little fat man Wang Ai came up and said shamelessly.
Look at how weak and cowardly you are, Guan Shihua complained in his heart, rolled his eyes at Wang Ai, ignored him and focused on the situation on the field.
On the field, Zhang Zhiwei put one hand behind his back and grabbed the big snake with the other hand and swept across, knocking all the invading soldiers away.
After a few rounds of pulling, Zhang Zhiwei felt that the snake was not easy to use. He shook his hand violently, and a cold golden light over ten meters long burst out.
The snake-like creature was directly beaten into pieces, and it turned into a ball of clear air and disintegrated.
Zhang Zhiwei shook his hands and said, "It seems that the strength of the heavenly soldiers you invited is not very good!"
"Brother Zhang, you're joking. My strength is shallow and my means are limited. The heavenly soldiers I can hire are of this level. Otherwise, Brother Zhang, can you invite a heavenly soldier from the highest level to show me so that I can take a look?" Feng Tianyang said with a smile.
"That depends on your ability!"
After saying that, Zhang Zhiwei strode towards Feng Tianyang. He had lost interest in this arrogant soldier and general.
Under the Yaksha-like Nuo mask, Feng Tianyang's face turned cold. He quietly made a hand gesture, and then his throat trembled, as if he was trying to swallow something.
At this moment, he was hunching his back, with his hands spread out, leaning over the altar, looking a little funny. The fangs on the Nuo mask on his face were actually wriggling slightly, making him look even more weird and terrifying.