From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 430: The Venerable Master of Liu Sect, Taoist of Four Seasons
"You're pretending to be paralyzed here with me!"

Hu Miao couldn't bear it any longer. His gentle face behind the gold-rimmed glasses was a little distorted. He bent his knees, jumped up, and kicked Liu Ming's back.

Hu Miao was so angry that he didn't hold back at all in this flying kick. If the kick had hit the target, the show-off would have to spend the winter vacation lying in bed.

"boom!"

"Kacha."

Like the collision of flesh and metal, the Liu Ming that Hu Miao imagined was kicked off the ring by himself did not appear. Instead, he himself was blown away by the huge reaction force.

The right foot phalanx is broken.

Flying backwards to the ground, Hu Miao suddenly felt the pain in his right foot. He gasped and his face suddenly became distorted with pain and covered in cold sweat.

On the other hand, Liu Ming was still standing with his hands behind his back, looking like he deserved a beating, and a huge golden armor shadow on his back was slowly dissipating.

“It’s the Golden Armor Talisman!”

"Damn it! How come Liu Ming has the Golden Armor Talisman? That's a Black Extreme Talisman, and it costs six bucks a piece!"

"How rich is this guy? He even has free mission points to exchange for the Black Extreme Talisman?"

The disciples watching below suddenly cried out in surprise, mainly because they had been watching the arena for the whole day, which was mostly fist and foot fights. Now, as night fell, the golden light on Liu Ming's body was particularly dazzling.

It was like a 3D projection special effect, but much more real than what they saw on TV and in movies.

As the golden armor shadow slowly dissipated, a talisman in Liu Ming's hand suddenly cracked.

"I said that if I can't defeat you in one move, I, Liu Ming, will commit suicide here. I didn't expect that before I even made a move, you were oppressed by my momentum and fell to your knees. Sigh."

Liu Ming turned around, looking lonely and invincible, but he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

In other words, this guy didn't even try to hide it.

"Shameless villain, the Golden Armor Curse costs six points per copy, I don't believe you still have any more!"

My right foot limps, but at least I can still walk.

Hu Miao was provoked by Liu Ming. He immediately endured the pain, roared, and rushed towards Liu Ming with his palm.

By now Hu Miao had learned his lesson and used his palms. Even if Liu Ming still had the Golden Armor Curse on him, the recoil would not hurt him.

In his eyes, Liu Ming seemed to be frightened by his palm wind. He stood there motionless, with only a pair of lifeless eyes looking at him.

"Humph, Liu Ming, you asked for this! Considering that we are from the same sect, this palm will only make you lie in bed for half a month at most!"

Hu Miao pondered in his heart, but his hands did not hesitate.

"call."

The palm wind passed through Liu Ming's body...

Huh? Through? ! !

Hu Miao raised his head in astonishment, only to see Liu Ming's entire body being shattered by him and then disappearing without a trace.

"Oops!"

"Fell into a trap!"

"Talisman! What the hell kind of talisman is this!"

There was no time to think about why Liu Ming suddenly turned into a phantom. This palm strike was made with hatred. Although alarm bells were ringing in his heart, how could he stop the force at that moment?

Hu Miao continued to move forward, and only stopped at the edge of the ring.
Just as he was breathing a sigh of relief, an extremely annoying voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"I told you that it only takes one move to defeat you."

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Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, there was a sudden push from behind, and Hu Miao could no longer maintain his balance and fell headfirst onto the stage.

At this time, the disciples below the stage were all confused.

In their eyes, Liu Ming was clearly standing in front of Hu Miao and was mocking him all the time, but Hu Miao seemed to be crazy and slapped Liu Ming in the opposite direction. Finally, Liu Ming, who was strolling leisurely at the edge of the ring, pushed him off the ring with a finger.

"I told you that I only need one move to defeat you, but I didn't expect you couldn't even take one of my fingers."

Liu Ming stood on the ring, shook his head at Hu Miao who fell flat on his face, and then blew some air into his mouth with his right index finger.

Win? That's it?
It was not until Hu Miao was carried away groaning that the disciples finally accepted the reality.

"It's the Breath-Suppressing Talisman and the Chaos God Talisman. Damn, how many talismans does this guy have on him?"

"What the hell! The reward for defending the martial arts competition is only ten mission points! Even the talisman that this guy is using is worth twelve points!"

"Why is it that there are still RMB players even though I'm an immortal?"

Those with good eyesight and quick thinking immediately deduced the method Liu Ming had just used. After he explained it, everyone understood the whole story.

"I want to report it! This is a martial arts competition between the two halls! How can Liu Ming use talismans!"

Some disciples from the Yanfa Hall who were on good terms with Hu Miao were indignant and protested loudly.

Liu Ming shrugged on the stage and responded with a smile: "Well, Instructor Zhao Ziyao has already explained all the rules before the martial arts competition began. There are only three rules, and it doesn't say that you can't use talismans!"

"This, this is not fair!"

The disciple still wanted to fight back, but when he saw that Wang Xin and Yu Bao, who were maintaining order under the ring, had no intention of taking action, he protested a few words and gave up in anger.

"This is indeed not a fair competition. There are many loopholes in the rules that can be exploited, but not everyone can do so... Of course, I am standing on the ring today entirely relying on my own strength!"

"What, you don't accept it? Isn't it obvious? Because I am stronger than you, so now I am standing on the ring to train you. If you were stronger than me, I would be the one training me from above while you are below me!"

"If you are weak, you must admit it and learn more from me, your Senior Brother Liu!"

Liu Ming stood with his hands behind his back, talking eloquently on the stage, and he was able to confront dozens of people without losing.

Wang Xin listened silently below, his face twitching, and finally couldn't help but secretly ask the Chunyang Hall disciple beside him: "This Liu Ming, does he always talk in such a way that he deserves a beating?"

If the lecturer Wang Xin was like this, the disciples below would react even more violently. The disciples in the Yanfa Hall completely rioted, and even some disciples in the Chunyang Hall couldn't help but want to beat this guy up.

"Get some help! Get some help! This Liu Ming is too shameless! I don't believe that there is no one in our Dharma Hall who can take care of him!"

"Ask Senior Brother Xie and Senior Brother Wu. The talismans are so expensive, he must not have many on him! If I let such a shameless person take over the ring, I will not be able to sleep!" "Hey, is this Senior Brother Huang? Come to the number nine ring quickly. I agreed to invite me out for dinner last time, but you have to help me beat up someone!"

Liu Ming was feeling good cursing, but when he came to his senses and saw the crowd below the stage getting so angry that they seemed to want to tear him to pieces, he felt a pang in his heart.

Finished, it's too early to start spraying!!

"Master Yubao, save me!"

Yubao nodded, his clear eyes flickering, and he said seriously, "Don't worry, when you are really about to be beaten to death, we referees will take action."

"Are you sure you can make it in time?"

Liu Ming swallowed his saliva. Not to mention the anger of the crowd below, he saw from a distance several experts from Chunyang Palace rushing towards him.

"It's over. I won't taunt you next time. Let's have champagne at halftime!"

"It's better to rely on yourself than on others. Do you really think your grandfather Liu Ming is so easy to control?"

"It's a huge loss, it's really a huge loss this time!"

Liu Ming felt sad, and while no one else was coming up to the stage, he quickly took out a talisman from his arms.

Xingyun Talisman and Heiji Tianxiang Talisman can be exchanged at the 6 o'clock mission point in the Duty Hall.

This was also the talisman that Li Yang had set up at the foot of the mountain. Facing the crisis of life and death at this moment, Liu Ming did not care about so much. He took out a spirit stone the size of a soybean, crushed it on the talisman, and then took out a wolf-hair brush from his waist.

Baiyun Mountain is always foggy at night. Although Liu Ming does not have the majestic spiritual energy like Li Yang, and the activated Xingyun Talisman can cover a small mountain, he can still make the arena so foggy that it is difficult to see.

I saw the thin mist in the mountains, like a river from which hundreds of rivers converge, gathering towards the ring in wisps, making the ring completely hazy.

At first, you could see Liu Ming holding a brush on the stage, seemingly writing or drawing something, but then it became difficult to see anything below the stage.

Chen Li, Song Ling and the other two had already been shocked by Liu Ming's extraordinary operation. The strange phenomenon of clouds and mist here was soon noticed by the disciples in other arenas, and they were all stunned.

"Fuck! They can do this! What is Liu Ming doing? Expanding his domain?"

"But you know what, the rules say to defend the ring, but they don't say how to defend it..."

"What do you think Liu Ming is doing in the mist? I just saw him drawing on the floor of the ring."

At this time, several masters from the Yanfa Hall who were called over had already stood below the stage. Looking at the misty clouds on the stage, they suddenly hesitated.

In the end, Senior Brother Huang gritted his teeth, jumped onto the stage, and his body was submerged in the mist.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

As everyone waited in anticipation, "puff", Senior Brother Huang suddenly fell out from the clouds in an extremely indecent posture with a confused look on his face.

Then came Senior Brother Xie, Senior Brother Huang, Senior Sister Zheng...

Well, Senior Sister Zheng ran out screaming by herself, and her face was flushed with shame when she came down. I don’t know what she went through in the clouds.

As one Qi-inducing disciple after another was kicked off the stage, people discovered that nearly ten Qi-inducing masters from the Yanfa Hall had been eliminated from the stage No. 9 in just ten minutes!
"I couldn't see anything after I entered, so I just swung my fists and feet randomly, and then I was suddenly kicked down!!"

"I did see a figure in the mist, walking towards him dimly... and then falling down."

When asked about Sister Zheng's experience in the ring, she crossed her arms, blushed, and said nothing. She turned around and pointed at the cloud of mist that covered the entire ring and started cursing.

"The time is up. The first two-hall martial arts competition of Baiyun Taoist Academy has come to an end!"

At exactly twelve o'clock, Zhao Ziyao jumped onto the referee's platform and announced in a loud voice the end of the martial arts competition.

"puff"

Yang Xinwu, who had turned into a blood gourd, could no longer hold on. He lay on the bluestone of the arena in a "big" shape, gasping for breath.

Wang Shuhuan, who had been tense all the time, relaxed and knelt down on the stage;
Little Zhuoma yawned, jumped down from the ring, and shouted that she would never participate in such a boring competition again;

Friends immediately came to support the injured. With the ring as the center, circles of people gathered together, all of them noisy and full of laughter.

Except for the cloud on the No. 9 stage,

Liu Ming seemed not to have heard the end of the competition. Several ordinary disciples who were curious climbed onto the stage were also thrown out of the clouds by him.

Finally, Li Yang couldn't bear it anymore and waved his hand. Suddenly, a strong wind blew above Baiyun Square, blowing away all the clouds and mist on the No. 9 ring.

After the mist dissipated, Liu Ming's figure was revealed. His right foot was only a fist's distance away from a female disciple's butt. After learning that the martial arts competition was over, he immediately put his foot down with a well-behaved look on his face.

After the mist dissipated, the disciples discovered that a strange and complicated pattern had been painted on the bluestone floor of Arena No. 9 at some point in time. At the intersection of the lines of the pattern were several soybean-sized spirit stones, which were faintly emitting a black light.

"Is this... a simplified version of the maze?"

"Liu Ming used spirit stone fragments soaked in water to draw the formation diagram, and then used the spirit stone as the center of the formation diagram to set up this bewildering formation. Under the cover of clouds and mist, it's no wonder that the brothers and sisters who went up were kicked down in the mist."

One disciple gave a very clear and logical analysis, leaving the others dumbfounded.
At this stage, the teaching of formations was still in the popular science stage. Liu Ming's behavior was undoubtedly because he solved a calculus problem on his own just after the teacher had taught a quadratic equation.

As a result, the voices denouncing Liu Ming became much weaker. Even lecturers Zhu Ling and Wang Xin could not accomplish this skill of setting up the formation on the spot and turning the arena into a field.

Liu Ming saw that his reputation had changed, so he smiled awkwardly and jumped off the stage.
Damn it, I lost a lot this time. Not to mention the talismans, even the spiritual stones for the formation were secretly dug from the spiritual fields when I was harvesting spiritual rice. I saved them for half a year and now I squandered 80% of them...

Thinking back to what he had just done, Liu Ming frowned. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was too impulsive, even to the point that his impulsiveness was a little off.
The worst thing is not the loss of spirit stones and talismans... I am now an undercover agent, how can an undercover agent be so high-profile?

Who am I? I am the all-powerful, talented and gifted master of the Liu School, the Taoist of Four Seasons! How can I be so young and incapable of forbearance? !
He was filled with remorse, but when he jumped off the stage and saw the thin green figure standing alone in the crowd, Liu Ming found that all his sorrow was suddenly gone.

"Disciple Liu Ming pays respect to Taoist Master Yubao. Today, I have fulfilled my mission and gone through countless hardships to finally successfully defend the ring for my Chunyang Palace!"

"Congratulations."

Yubao stood there coldly, reflecting the bright moonlight in the sky. It was hard to tell whether his face showed happiness or something else.
"But I didn't know you had a talent for formations?"

"I usually have some interests, so I put in more effort."

"That's fine, too." Yubao nodded, said nothing more, and turned to look after the other disciples who had successfully defended the ring.
Looking at Yubao's cool and elegant back under the moonlight, some thoughts in Liu Ming's mind suddenly faded away.
This is the bright moonlight in the sky, which illuminates the dust and the mountains and rivers, without favoring only one side.
At this moment, Song Ling and Li Mengyuan suddenly ran over, panting: "Liu Ming, why are you still standing here? Just now, Li Zhenjun said that he wanted to summon you! He wanted you to go to the back mountain to find him..."

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"send!!"

(End of this chapter)