Desperate Night.

Chapter 305

Just when Qingchen Temple was planning to help Yu Hong become a little famous.

In front of a teahouse near Taizhou.

At a wooden sign with the words "Pure and Natural" written on it, a young man dressed in the Taoist robe of Qingchen Temple was quietly waiting for a woman with big wavy blonde hair to come out.

The two stood in front of the door and exchanged glances.

"The alliance has decided to take action together the day after tomorrow. You will cooperate internally at that time to destroy the formation and determine the whereabouts of the information." The woman raised her hand and threw out a black object.

The man took it and took a look.

"Okay. Who will do it then?"

"The arrival of the Seven Sons of the Yuantai Sect is enough to solve the problem. They are mostly old, weak, sick and disabled. Although they are from the Dao Sect, they have lost their fighting power in order to make money and enjoy themselves. With the help of the magic, they should be able to be wiped out within a day." The woman said casually. "This is just the beginning. Our main opponent is the team of masters sent by the Dao Sect later."

"I see. Why did you suddenly decide to start early? I've only been lurking for two years. I thought it would take four or five years." the man asked.

"Who knows." The blonde said lazily.

"But it doesn't matter. Chanting scriptures all day long makes people almost forget who they are." The man said calmly, put away his things, turned around and left.

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The scene of the small meeting.

"The competition begins."

With the crowd watching, Yu Hong and Taoist Yuanhua from Jiufang Temple finally came into confrontation.

Seeing Yu Mo and the other man talking about this and that, they were determined to pull the young disciple into it.

Jiufang Temple knew what they were thinking, and they also had great confidence in their own Tao seeds, so they agreed immediately.

After all, this matter is not a big deal. If they really have to do it themselves, the impact will be too great. On the contrary, if the disciples take action, it will be easier to control the outcome.

Then, it became like this.

The old Taoists from Jiufang Temple sat together with Yu Mo and others. They all seemed to be talking and laughing with smiles on their faces. In fact, everyone's attention was focused here.

Yu Hong represents the reputation of Qingchen Temple and was originally supposed to go up, but thinking of his previous loss to Yu Hong, Zheng Ming recommended Yu Hong to go up.

"Stop when you've reached your limit. Remember not to hurt the other person. Just have a friendly exchange." Taoist Yu Mo said loudly and seriously.

"Yes, Uncle Master!" Zhengming quickly responded loudly without waiting for the other party to respond.

This is to set the tone first.

Although Jiufang Temple was dissatisfied, they did not refute and could only acquiesce.

Yu Hong glanced at the people around him who were watching.

The four of them, including the two Zhengmings from the Yu generation, were all present, and there were also about five or six local celebrity representatives who were invited.

Together with the dozen or so people from Jiufang Temple, it seems that there are quite a lot of people.

"The competition is about to begin. Count down to three. Get ready." A Taoist from Jiufang Temple temporarily acted as the nodman, raising his right hand and holding up three fingers.

"three."

"two."

Yu Hong and Taoist Yuan Hua raised their hands at the same time, preparing to make hand seals.

The sand of resentment had already been placed on the ground between the two of them. This time they were more extravagant, with one bottle for each of them.

"one!"

Swish!
Taoist Yuanhua had a milky white porcelain bottle with a thin neck in his hand. He pinched the bottle and tapped it gently.

Suddenly, a trace of invisible force boiled out from the porcelain bottle and rushed towards Yu Hong.

The invisible force attracted the resentful sand in mid-air and soon turned into a half-human-high silver blurry human face mask.

The mask opened its mouth and spurted out a thin silver line as thin as a hair, which pounced on Yu Hong.

"Go." Yu Hong also released the first level of terrifying shadow - the eerie man in white.

The man in white was fearless and rushed forward.

Puff puff puff puff! !
In an instant, large pieces of silver threads penetrated the body of the man in white, slowing down his pace a lot.

But that was all. The tiny holes on the man in white quickly healed and disappeared. It pounced, closed the distance, and grabbed the silver mask.

puff.

With a strong tear, the mask was torn into pieces on the spot.

At the same time, after the mask broke, a black mist was released, covering the man in white.

It's getting tangled here.

On the other side, Yu Hong and Taoist Yuan Hua chose to open up another battlefield at the same time.

The two of them summoned another withered woman and a second deer antler mask.

The withered girl was obviously restrained by the antler mask, but because of the special nature of her own flash, the two fought for several minutes without a clear winner.

Immediately afterwards, the third fight began.

Taoist Yuanhua's expression became solemn.

"When I saw that it wasn't Zhengming who came up before, I thought something was wrong with him. Now it seems that it is simply you who are stronger, right?" he said in a deep voice.

Fighting two games in a row at this time was very exhausting for his Taoist spirit.

However, Yu Hong on the opposite side remained calm and looked as usual, as if he had not consumed any energy.

This is a bit exaggerated.

"In fact, it was Senior Brother Zhengming who gave me this training opportunity." Yu Hong explained, "I am not very strong, and I am still much inferior to Senior Brother."

"Hehe." Taoist Yuanhua glanced at Zhengming, who had a wooden expression on his face, and cursed in his heart that the people in Qingchen Temple were so hypocritical.

But on the surface, he could only keep a straight face and not speak any more. He raised his hand to make a seal and shook the porcelain bottle again.

All of a sudden, a new wave of power surged out rapidly and was quickly absorbed by the resentful sand, taking shape and condensing into a hideous horned mask like a demon.

A new terrifying shadow also emerged on Yu Hong's side, a vague translucent human figure.

That's the speaker!

As soon as the speaker formed an outline, he released circles of invisible and substantial air currents that blew around.

The people in Jiufang Temple immediately changed color.

It’s not like they had never seen the terrifying sight of Qingchen Temple before, but this was the first time they had seen something this bizarre.

When this evil shadow appeared, Yu Mo and the others all glanced sideways, leaned forward, and their faces became a little solemn.

Taoist Yuan Hua already felt something was wrong, but it was too late to change his tactics. Besides, the evil ghost mask was the most powerful technique in his hand.
Bang!
In an instant, the moment the speaker took shape, the evil ghost face rushed straight towards him.

With a dull thud, the evil ghost mask was flung several meters away.

Yu Ren was still standing there, and the jelly-like texture on his body slowly disappeared, leaving only pure translucency.

His breath also restrained and remained motionless.

"The gap is revealed. That ghost face can't beat Zhengrou's horror shadow at all!" Zhengxia whispered, with some shock in her eyes. "I have only practiced for such a short time, but I have caught up with Yuanhua Taoist for so many years..."

"This is aptitude, it doesn't make sense at all." Zhengming shook his head. "But what was that thing Zhengrou summoned? How come I've never seen it before? Junior sister, have you seen it?"

Zhengxia shook her head.

"I've never seen it before. Maybe the master and the others know."

The two looked at Yu Mo Yu Hen and the others and found that they were also staring at Yu Ren, some with frowns, and some were just simply curious.

The two old Taoists, Yu Mo and Yu Hen, were also guessing about Yu Ren's identity.

"That thing is very dangerous and has a lot of details. It's either an image of perennial fantasy fear, or an image of folk ghosts and gods in certain folk customs." Yu Mo said in a low voice.

"I think it looks a bit like the real one," said Master Yuhen Temple with a frown.

"Really? If this level is true, could it be possible..." Yu Mo suddenly thought of Yu Hong's background check, which included the Huangsong Island case.

"That should be the case. This can be considered a blessing in disguise." Yu Hen nodded.

As soon as Yu Ren's appearance appeared, it was obvious that he was not an ordinary character.

At this time, the ghostly figure in white had already suppressed the mask on the opposite side and grabbed it in his hand.

"Great! Then, how are you going to deal with this move?"

Taoist Yuanhua became a little angry and immediately pressed a black gold pendant on his chest.

hum!
The moment he grasped the pendant, a circle of invisible spiritual fluctuations suddenly spread to the entire hall with him as the center.

This time, everyone noticed something different.

A depressing atmosphere slowly emerged.

"It's a Taoist weapon! A heritage Taoist weapon!" Yu Mo leaned forward again, "Zheng Rou has just obtained a Taoist weapon, I don't know if he can handle it!"

"Let's see first. If it doesn't work, he will admit defeat." Yu Hen shook his head.

Not far away, Zhengming and the other three also looked worried.

"They used up all the inherited Dao tools. They really tried their best." Zhengming frowned. "They didn't master the use of Dao tools that quickly. Zhengrou was at a disadvantage in this regard."

"I think Zhengrou still has some confidence." Zhengxia has been following Yu Hong these days and has vaguely observed his temper.

Seeing that his expression remained unchanged on the field, I knew that the situation was still within his control.

However, the local representatives standing by applauded and cheered when they saw this miraculous fight, looking very excited and curious.

He didn't notice the solemn atmosphere at all.

At this time on the field.

Taoist Yuanhua held the pendant, and resentful sand suddenly condensed behind him, forming a three-meter-tall human figure with a silver bull head mask.

The minotaur held a silver axe in his hand and rushed towards Yu Hong.

Puff puff! !

With every step it took, translucent gelatin continued to drip down from its body.

That is the silent use of the language man's ability, causing him to suffer continuous and constant harm.

But such damage was of no use and had no effect on the bull-headed masked man.

In a flash it ran in front of the speaker and swung its axe.

Swish!
The axe fell on Yu Ren's head in an instant, and at this moment, Yu Ren's scream burst out instantly.

what! ! !
There was a loud bang, and the whole person exploded like jelly, splashing all over the place and disappearing completely.

A small half of the front of the Minotaur's body was completely turned into gelatin, and it kept dripping onto the ground like wax.

There was an uproar all around.

Taoist Yuanhua used the inherited Taoist weapon, but was still injured by Yu Ren's counterattack.

You know, once the inherited Dao weapon is used, it can instantly increase the user's strength by a large margin, but the price is the excessive consumption of mental power. This is basically a trump card, but at this time, unexpectedly.
"It's a yellow-level Taoist weapon. Fortunately, Zhengrou is a black-level one. Even if he is not proficient, he should be able to gain a slight advantage. What comes next is the real key to determining victory or defeat." Zhengming said in a deep voice, staring at Yu Hong closely.

The last time he sparred with her, he wanted to know what kind of inherited Taoist weapon Yu Hong had obtained and what the function of that Taoist weapon was.

There was no chance last time, but this time Taoist Yuan Hua will take his place and perhaps force Yu Hong to reveal his trump card.

Not only him, but also Taoist Yu Mo was looking at Yu Hong with anticipation.

The master of Yuhen Temple held the tea and put it to his mouth without putting it back, his movements seemed frozen.

(End of this chapter)