The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 207: Revealing the Means
The moon star is thin, and the black dragonfly flies south.

The breeze blew the leaves, the clouds in the sky became thinner, and the moon was bright and round.

The night is quiet and peaceful.

At this moment, the closed door of the dojo suddenly opened:

"crunch~"

Then Song Feng was seen walking out in the lead, leaning on a rattan stick, and behind him were Master Dan Ding and Uncle Jiu and the others.

A dozen people came in a mighty procession.

The clothes of various shapes also make them look like they have fluttering sleeves.

Even the Black Wind Monk, who looked the dumbest, was walking with the gait of a dragon or a tiger, and was quite majestic.

Standing in the open space in front of the door.

Song Feng stopped, and then looked at the other people present with a smile:
"Would you like to go on your own, or would you like to come with me?"

When he said this, he was holding a few pieces of yellow rice paper in his hands, and it looked like he was kneading something.

Hearing what he said.

The Dan Ding Mage only chuckled, then staggered forward two steps, turned around and said to everyone:
"Since all of you fellow Taoists are waiting here, I will throw out some ideas to attract others and show off my ugliness."

After he finished speaking, there seemed to be a vague shadow emerging from his back.

At first the shadow was very small.

But in the blink of an eye, he was taller than Master Dan Ding, and vaguely looked like a cicada that had shed its shell halfway.

Then, only the vague figure was seen turning in the air, and then it floated away into the distance with the Dan Ding Master.

Faintly, the footsteps of this Dan Ding Master were three inches off the ground, and he looked as elusive as a ghost from the underworld.

"What a great Yin Shen Transformation Technique! It seems that all those years of baking the furnace were not in vain!"

After giving a soft exclamation, Song Feng then turned his gaze to the other people present.

Now everyone is here to help.

But among all the people present, who is not a big shot on the same road?

It is precisely because of this.

Naturally, everyone present already had ways to try their best and display their own abilities.

it is necessary.

After all, if everything is so mixed up, and we can't tell who is strong and who is weak, how can we tell who is superior and who is inferior?
Sometimes it’s hard to tell who’s stronger on the surface, so you have to really fight.

Watching the Alchemist drifting away like a ghost, the Black Wind Monk took a step forward and grabbed his pocket:

"Since all the seniors are waiting and watching, let me, the junior, go ahead."

When he said this, he immediately pulled open the golden rope of the black bag and shouted:
"The wind is coming!"

The next moment, clumps of black wind suddenly floated out from the black pocket.

There seemed to be dozens of dark shadows vaguely, spinning continuously among the shadows, and they actually lifted the Black Wind Monk's feet off the ground.

Although there was a black wind blowing, the speed was very fast. In the blink of an eye, it caught up with the Dan Ding Mage.

Seeing this, Uncle Jiu's expression became more serious, and his eyes kept flashing with inspiration:
"What a wonderful Yin Shen technique, what a wonderful way to control ghosts!"

After seeing these two wonderful spells, Uncle Jiu looked at the other people present with anticipation.

Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, it’s really wonderful.

Just seeing these methods was worth the trip.

In today's spiritual world, there are very few people who can perform such tricks at will without opening an altar or performing any ritual.

After all, my energy has declined to this point.

How big a noise you want to make depends on how much magical power you have.

But if you use too much magic power, you will die.

Therefore, most wizards walk on their feet and deliver messages by shouting. Apart from performing rituals, they are almost the same as ordinary people.

But it's different now.

Everyone present is an expert among experts, and the most unorthodox among unorthodox, and they have many tricks up their sleeves.

Even Uncle Nine is now saying it’s really enjoyable.

It’s so enjoyable!

After the Black Wind Monk left, the magician, who was wearing a long robe and looked like an old performing artist, chuckled:
"Hey, then I'll go first!"

After he finished speaking, he opened his sleeves and took out a belt from his waist that looked like it had been kneaded many times and was like a golden rope.

The next moment, he glanced up at the sky, found a dark cloud, and then threw the golden belt in his hand into the sky:
“…Go!”

The next moment, the golden belt was seen flying straight up, and vaguely seemed to fall into a dark cloud in the sky.

Gently tighten the rope.

Then, the magician smiled, and then he pinched the rope and pulled it down:
"Whoosh!"

It seemed as if someone was pulling the rope in the dark clouds, and the magician was pulled up without having to exert any effort.

Even after the magician fell into the clouds, he parted the clouds and looked down at everyone:
"Fellow Taoists, please hurry up~"

As he finished speaking, the dark clouds that had been parted suddenly closed.

The breeze blew across the dark cloud, and in the blink of an eye it became a little thinner, and then gradually dissipated.

The magician who was supposed to fall into the dark clouds also disappeared at this moment!
Watching the people in front show off their skills.

Seeing this magical power that was like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, Qiu Sheng's eyes were shining with light:

"What amazing magical powers, what miraculous methods, Master, these seniors are really amazing!"

At the end of his speech, Qiu Sheng rubbed his Uncle Jiu, as if he was sharing his happiness with his master.

After seeing the magician's tricks, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but sigh softly:

"Legend has it that the magician lineage has a strange technique called the Divine Rope. Now I have finally seen it!"

Even though he had opened his third eye, he couldn't see clearly how the magician disappeared.

This method is really mysterious.

Just as the magician displayed his magical rope, the undead man with a pale face and a stiff body snorted:
“It’s all fancy and not practical at all!”

When he said this, he straightened up, and in an instant, a cold light seemed to glow from his body.

The color is just like that of refined iron.

The next moment, he jumped up from the spot, and he jumped several feet away.

But in the blink of an eye, he had caught up with the Dan Ding Master and the Black Wind Monk who were about to disappear in front of everyone.

Looking at the methods used by the undead, Uncle Jiu sighed:
"I've heard that once the Taoist methods of the Zombie Sect are practiced to perfection, even zombies can't tell the difference between the practitioners and themselves."

"Now it seems to be true. This person is even more zombie-like than a zombie. If he jumps into the zombie group, he may be crowned the king." The zombie kings in Tengteng Town may not be as authentic as this one.

It couldn’t be more authentic.

"Hulala..."

And in the blink of an eye, the Taoist Qingling puffed up his robes, and in the blink of an eye he seemed to have turned into a fat man.

The bulging robe reduced his body weight to the limit, and then with just a few rises and falls, he floated away.

It looks as quiet as a Kongming lantern.

The lark drummer was even more interesting. When he casually struck the small drum, a golden roc flew in the sky.

The eagle was very familiar with him.

The two sides cooperated well, and in the blink of an eye, the lark drummer was grabbed by the big peng eagle's claws and floated away.

And his Falling Leaves and Flying Clouds Hand is even more unique.

He was standing there one second ago, and the next, he had dissipated into a wisp of smoke.

No one knew whether he flew away or used some other means, but there was no trace of him at the scene.

See here.

The Taoist Gu Teng, who was wearing a green robe and a green hat, sighed quietly:

"I have to hurry again. What a hassle~"

The next moment, several thick tree tendrils suddenly stretched out from the ground next to the Taoist Gu Teng.
"Brush la la..."

Then, the tree tendrils flexibly wrapped around the Taoist Gu Teng and brought him underground in the blink of an eye, even leveling the ground.

See this scene.

Uncle Jiu, who had just been watching everyone perform their tricks with a look of surprise, suddenly opened his eyes wide:

"... Earth Escape Technique???"

It is already a great feat for a mortal body to be able to enter water and fire, but the ancient vine wizard actually entered the land with the help of vines.

This is much more valuable than the others. It's a magical power!

Seeing Uncle Jiu's surprised expression, Song Feng smiled, and then did not discuss the issue, but just asked softly:
"Ajiu, do you want to go with me?"

Seeing that Seventh Uncle obviously knew the truth but didn't say anything, Ninth Uncle felt itchy in his heart.

He is so curious.

Although the method used by the old Taoist Gu Teng just now had traces of illusion, the others were much more real.

The value is much higher than others.

However, when he faced his seventh uncle's question, he took out two sets of armor from his arms as if he had been prepared:
"Don't worry, Uncle Seventh. I also have a magical horse in Maoshan. Although it is not as good as those seniors, it can still take a walk."

After saying this, he threw one of the armor to Qiu Sheng and tied the other one to his own leg.

The next moment, he saw a flash of light in his hand, and used his magic power to drive the magical horse:
"Godspeed Armored Horse, let's go!"

As Uncle Jiu ran, he saw that the armored horse seemed to be giving him strength.

In the blink of an eye, Uncle Jiu's posture seemed lighter and his speed faster, as if he was riding a thousand-mile horse.

That's really a great achievement!
Seeing Uncle Jiu follow the others for the sake of face, Song Feng shook his head, then smiled and looked at Qiu Sheng:

"Since your master has already prepared the armor horse for you, then you should go with your master. Don't waste the magic power..."

Hearing what his seventh uncle said, Qiu Sheng chuckled, tied the armored horse to his legs, and then ran away:

"Master, wait for me!"

Seeing that all the people had left, Song Feng turned his gaze to the fisherman next to him:

"Let's go too..."

As soon as the words fell, the shadow under Song Feng suddenly began to swell, and in the blink of an eye it expanded several times.

Then, there seemed to be a shadow rushing left and right, as if something was about to jump out:
"Herod..."

A burst of war horse roars was heard.

Immediately afterwards, a shadow like a horse suddenly jumped out from the shadow that was originally rushing left and right.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a paper horse, pulling a carriage made of yellow rice paper behind it.

Just as the carriage emerged from the shadows, Song Feng's figure quickly disappeared into the shadows.

The fisherman sat in front of the carriage as expected, and then used the fishing rod in his hand as a whip and flicked it gently:
"drive!"

The clatter of horse hooves.

In the blink of an eye, the paper carriage began to run rapidly in the darkness.

It disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He continued to run hard. At this moment, Qiu Sheng came to the side of his master and asked curiously:
"Master, didn't you say that refining a horse armor is time-consuming, laborious, and consumes mana? Why did you specially refine two sets now?"

He knew his master very thoroughly, and according to his master's stingy nature, he didn't want to waste any of his magic power.

And this Jia Ma is an expert at expending mana, so how could he not be curious?
Just at this time.

Jiu Shu, who was riding on the magic armor horse and running faster than a galloping horse, looked at Qiu Sheng unhappily at this moment:
"Who do you think I'm doing this for?"

"Don't think this is just a Korean drama about walking north together, but along the way, everyone is showing off their methods both openly and covertly."

"Don't think that they are brothers with you, but in the end, they are just doing it for the sake of your seventh uncle."

"If I don't use some tricks, I'm afraid others will always look down on us, the master and the disciple."

When he said this, Uncle Jiu mustered up his strength and urged his speedy horse to run away quickly, leaving a trail of smoke.

He is a man who cares about his reputation.

Especially in front of so many great masters in the cultivation world, one naturally cannot let his own face be trampled upon.

Although the Speedy Armor Horse consumes mana.

But others have already used all their tricks, and if he doesn't take action, he will just be looked down upon.

He, Yimei Taoist, can't afford to lose face!
Seeing his master urging his speedy horse to run away, Qiu Sheng also started to trot, and then followed Uncle Jiu's footsteps as if he was riding a horse:
"This armored horse is really useful. It's much more exciting than riding a carriage or a horse. It runs really fast."

You may not feel it when riding a horse, but if you really run at the speed of a horse, it will be really fast and the scene will be magnificent.

Seeing Qiu Sheng eager to try, Uncle Jiu gave him a blow on the head:
"Stop playing around, cast the spell and move on. The Speedy Horse consumes a lot of mana. If you keep playing around, we'll both be on the road."

As soon as the words fell, the two of them quickly rode on their armored horses and ran away into the distance.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared.

Looking down from the sky, it can be said that each of the people flying in the sky and running on the ground has their own methods.

It can really be described as the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers!
Pulling aside the curtains and looking into the distance, Song Feng had a smile on his face at this moment:
"It's been many years since I've seen such a lively scene in the spiritual world. This kind of method is more like that of a cultivator..."

(End of this chapter)