One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Behind him, a group of Quanxing lackeys dressed in strange clothes and who didn't look like good people were carrying out extremely childish and inefficient acts of sabotage.

Some people were pulling down roadside decorative lights, some were urinating into the wishing well, and a fat man was hugging a vending machine and shaking it wildly, trying to shake out the Coke inside.

"Brother! This vending machine is too sturdy! I can't shake it!" the fat man shouted, sweating profusely.

"Idiot! Use your Qi! Are you some kind of superhuman or a thug? Have some professional ethics!"

The man with the mohawk kicked the fat man in exasperation, yelling, "We're the Quanxing! We're here to attack Longhu Mountain! Not to steal drinks! Show some spirit!"

"Roar!!"

The fat man roared, his entire body trembling, and unleashed a move called "Human Bomber" as he crashed into the vending machine.

"Bang!"

The vending machine tipped over, and the drinks inside rolled all over the floor.

Wow! Iced tea! Do you want some, bro?

Just as this group of Quanxing demons were immersed in the joy of zero-yuan purchases.

"Whoosh-!"

A sharp, piercing sound suddenly rang out.

The fat man who was about to pick up the iced tea bottle was sent flying like a kicked ball before his hand even touched the bottle. He crashed heavily into the wall not far away and couldn't be pried off.

"Who?!"

The mohawk-haired man was terrified and turned around abruptly.

In the firelight, several Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain, dressed in dark blue robes, walked out with long swords in hand and faces as cold as frost.

The one in the lead was none other than Daoist Jiyun, who was in charge of receiving guests at the front of the mountain.

At this moment, he was no longer the kind and approachable man he usually was when interpreting tourist tickets. His eyes were wide open as he stared at the burned-down ticket office, his heart bleeding.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! This is a fully automated ticket gate that I just applied for! It's imported!"

"You damned monsters! How dare you cut off Longhu Mountain's source of income?!"

"Junior brothers! Form a battle formation! Attack them to death! Don't kill that green-haired guy, leave him alive to make him pay up!"

"Yes!!"

The disciples of Longhu Mountain had been holding back their anger for a long time.

Being woken up from bed in the middle of the night by someone in such a low-class situation is an insult to their profession.

"Go! Golden Light Mantra!"

hum!hum!hum!

Several golden lights shone simultaneously. Although not as exaggerated as Zhang Chulan's "searchlight," they were enough to dazzle the eyes of these Quanxing lackeys.

"Holy crap! That's so bright! Is that high beam?!"

"This is a tough one! Time to get out of here!"

The two sides instantly engaged in a fierce battle.

However, these Quanxing lackeys clearly underestimated the fighting power of the Longhu Mountain disciples.

Even those who sweep floors and become Taoist priests on Longhu Mountain are highly skilled and have official positions!

"Ouch! Don't hit my face! I just got my nose done!"

"Master, spare me! I'm just here for sightseeing! I didn't break anything!"

The battle at the front of the mountain was one-sided, with the Quanxing's cannon fodder being beaten so badly they were crying out for their parents.

……

However, the real crisis is not in the front mountain.

The back mountain is the only path leading to the inner courtyard.

The fighting here was far more brutal than that on the front mountain.

"Hehehe... So these are the elite disciples of Longhu Mountain? They're nothing special."

A short, hunched old man, reeking of a foul odor, was grinning sinisterly.

He held an unknown Gu worm in his hand, and with a casual squeeze, the Gu worm transformed into a cloud of green poisonous mist, instantly enveloping several Longhu Mountain disciples who were trying to rush up.

"Ah! My eyes!"

"Hold your breath! It's poisonous!"

Several young disciples collapsed instantly, their faces turning black as they writhed in agony.

"Junior brother!"

At that moment, a white figure descended like a startled swan.

It was Zhang Lingyu who rushed over after hearing the commotion.

He looked at his fellow disciples lying on the ground, and a rare, ferocious rage appeared on his usually cool and handsome face.

"The Quanxing heretics... their methods are so despicable!"

"Oh? Isn't this that... what was it called again?"

The hunchbacked old man squinted his beady green eyes, sizing Zhang Lingyu up and down, and then let out a piercing, eerie laugh:

"Oh, by the way, Zhang Lingyu. I heard you lost to that shameless Zhang Chulan at the Luo Tian Grand Tournament? What, now you want to take your anger out on this old man?"

"I am a renowned figure in the Quanxing Sect, the successor of the Poisonous Hand Medicine King... uh?!"

Before the old man could finish speaking, he suddenly felt the temperature of the surrounding air drop sharply.

No, it's not temperature.

It's a sticky, chilling cold that makes your very soul tremble!

Zhang Lingyu didn't waste any words, nor did he strike a starting pose as he used to.

After being transformed by Zhang Tianyi's "Innate Thunder Attraction", his state of mind changed.

Becoming more direct, more...irritable?

"A renowned figure?"

Zhang Lingyu raised his hand, and in his palm, the black lightning that was originally like mud now showed a deep, dark purple color that seemed to devour light.

"My second uncle said so."

"I don't care if you're a famous or not."

"Dare to cause trouble on the mountain, and I'll turn you into... fertilizer."

boom!

Zhang Lingyu stomped her foot suddenly.

Previously, his Yin Wu Lei could only move close to the ground, like a snake.

but now!

The dark purple lightning surged up three zhang high from the ground like a tsunami!

"Yin Five Thunders - Abyssal Fury!!"

"Holy crap?!"

The hunchbacked old man was so frightened that his dentures almost flew out.

Is this some kind of Yin Five Thunder?

Your Yin Five Thunder can create a tsunami effect?!

"Run! This kid's cheating!"

The old man turned to run, but the black wave was incredibly fast, instantly engulfing him and several Quanxing masters behind him!

Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!

There were no screams.

Because of the terrifying corrosive and paralyzing effects of the lightning plasma, they didn't even have the strength to open their mouths.

A moment later, the thunderous tide receded.

All that remained on the ground was a pile of "performance artists" foaming at the mouth, convulsing, and in various poses.

Zhang Lingyu glanced at them coldly, then turned to his junior brothers behind him and gave them instructions:

"Tie them up and throw them next to the septic tank. My uncle said it's a good place for feng shui."

"Yes! Senior Brother Lingyu is awesome!!"

……

Chapter 37 What?! I'll hold off the Old Celestial Master?!

Although the disciples of Longhu Mountain fought back and blocked most of the attacks.

But Quanxing was clearly well-prepared this time.

There were far too many of them, and they were like mad dogs, completely disregarding casualties.

Several powerful experts were taking advantage of the chaos to rapidly approach the courtyard at the highest point.

Deep in the woods, a group of people were moving quickly.

The leader had a sinister face and cold eyes, with three eerie black shadows faintly surrounding him.

It was the "Three Corpses" of Quanxing, the Corpse Demon Tu Junfang.

Unlike the fervor of others, he appeared unusually calm.

"Be careful, everyone."

Tu Junfang whispered a reminder to the skilled fighters behind him, "The courtyard in front is the core area of ​​the Celestial Master's Mansion. The acting sect leader instructed us that our mission is to hold off that one and buy time for the others."

"Hold them off? Brother Tu, aren't we being too cautious?"