How can I be the villain's follower

Chapter 481 Defeat in one move

In Qinglong Field.

Under the attention of all the people, the battle between Zhang Liang and Zhenlong Zhenlong, the top genius of Fumo Temple, is about to break out.

Everyone looked at the two in the field with excitement and anticipation.

Master Zhenlong was dressed in a golden cassock, looked at Zhang Liang with a serious face, and stretched out his hand: "Benefactor, please."

Zhang Liang shook his feather fan, his clothes fluttered, he was very polite, and smiled: "Please first."

"Okay, that poor monk is welcome." Master Zhenlong yelled, pinched the formula with his left hand, and pulled out a black lacquered pestle-shaped magic weapon with his right hand. The golden Nascent Soul phantom ten meters high behind him was revealed at the same time.

"This son's strength is still above Xuan Hujun's heyday, and the strength of Fumo Temple should not be underestimated." Zhang Liang thought to himself, but with a smile on his face, he remained calm and allowed the opponent to accumulate strength.

At this moment, some knowledgeable spectators exclaimed: "It's a low-grade magic weapon, the Subduing Dragon Pestle! Legend has it that an eminent monk in the Transformation God Realm once killed a monster dragon that harmed the common people, and forged this pestle with dragon bones. The power of the Subduing Dragon Pestle is terrifying, and even the True King of the God Transformation covets it very much. Now Fumo Temple actually awarded this magic weapon to Zhenlong Zhenlong. It seems that they are bound to win the leader of this hero meeting!"

Everyone saw with their own eyes that Zhenlong's powerful mana was poured into the Dragon Subduing Pestle, and the black lacquered Dragon Subduing Pestle suddenly swelled to a height of [-] meters, and its head turned into a huge and ferocious black dragon head.

Everyone was startled: "There is actually a demon dragon's soul in the Dragon Pestle. In this way, the power of the Dragon Pestle will be greatly improved!"

In the arena, the dragon body of Jianglong Pestle continued to spread and stretch, and there was a tendency to escape from the Dragon Pestle.

Seeing this, Master Zhenlong squeezed the Buddha's seal with his hand, and slapped the golden Buddha's light on the Dragon Subduing Pestle with his palm, roaring angrily: "Demon Dragon, listen to my orders!"

"Ah! Damn bald donkey!" The Jianglong Pestle was hit by the Buddha's light, and it was extremely painful. He stared at Zhenlong Zhenlong with scarlet eyes, but he didn't dare to move.

Only then did Master Zhenlong look at Zhang Liang seriously, and said: "Real Master Qingliang, the poor monk knows that you have advanced cultivation and strong strength, but the poor monk also has reasons to defeat you. You have also seen that this Dragon Subduing Pestle is extremely powerful, and the spirit of the weapon is violent. If you admit defeat here, you will be safe and leave safely. If you insist on fighting, the poor monk will not be able to control the power, and may accidentally kill you. The poor monk does not want to commit murder, so I hope you think twice."

Seeing this, the audience were all moved by Zhenlong's Buddha nature: "As expected of the supreme genius of Shengzong, not only has extraordinary strength, but also has such a compassionate heart, Amitabha."

Arthur curled his lips, with a disgusted look on his face: "The hairless monk is easy to pretend, if you get laid down by brother Liang later, you will laugh so hard, hee hee~"

Herring nodded his head in agreement, clenched his fists and shouted: "Brother Liang, come on! Defeat him!"

inside the field.

Zhang Liang smiled and said, "Go all out."

Master Zhenlong sighed: "Sin, sin." Then, his eyes narrowed, and the phantom of the Nascent Soul behind him suddenly burst into a hundred-foot Buddha's light, and with the wave of the Dragon Subduing Pestle, the [-]-meter-long dragon's head roared and smashed towards Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang stood where he was, as if stunned, and couldn't avoid it.

Master Zhenlong became anxious when he saw this, and shouted: "Master Qingliang, get out of the way! I can't hold back the power of Jianglong Pestle!"

However, it was already too late, the Dragon Subduing Pestle made a bang, and the [-]-meter-long dragon's head hit the ground heavily, smashing the hard ground into a big hole, and the smoke filled the air, covering Zhang Liang's figure for a while, and it was unclear whether he was dead or alive.

The whole audience exclaimed: "Could it be that the genius of Tianjianzong died with one blow?"

Master Zhenlong also had a look of remorse on his face, pinched the Buddha beads in his hand, and said repeatedly: "Sins, sins, poor monks don't even think about it..."

At this moment, a hurricane suddenly erupted, blowing away all the smoke in the sky, revealing the white figure in the smoke, it was Zhang Liang.

He stood under the Dragon Subduing Pestle unscathed, as if he blocked the attack of the earth-level magic weapon with his body alone.

The audience was stunned: "How is it possible! Even if he is a physical trainer, he can't block the direct attack of the Subduing Demon Pestle, right?"

However, a sharp-eyed audience shouted: "It's a magic weapon! He used that golden magic weapon to block the demon pestle!"

Looking carefully, a small golden diamond-shaped crystal floated half a meter above Zhang Liang's head. It seemed light and weightless and extremely small, but it easily blocked the famous Jianglong Pestle.

Even Master Zhenlong couldn't believe it and said: "You are an earth-level magic weapon? No, the subduing magic pestle and the dragon soul tool spirit have already reached the middle-level earth-level power, and your magic weapon is also above the middle-level earth level?"

Zhang Liang didn't explain, just smiled slightly: "You lost."

The next moment, Zhang Liang and Huan Jinjing disappeared at the same time, and suddenly appeared behind Zhenlong Zhenren. Zhang Liang held the Seven Killing Sword transformed from Huan Jinjing in his hand, and slashed out with one sword:
"Intent to kill! Fuling Spirit!"

The blood-colored sword energy full of strong killing intent is cut out, and it is integrated into the spirit pattern of melting spirit, which can melt the spirit pattern.

Master Zhenlong came to his senses, quickly cast the body protection technique, and roared angrily with one hand, "Blazing golden body technique!"

boom!
Flames composed of countless golden Buddha lights emerged from his body, turning his whole body into gold, like a golden man.

This is the seventh-rank defensive technique, the blazing golden body technique, which is the top body protection method in Fumo Temple, and only geniuses among geniuses can practice it.

But at this moment, when the famous Fiery Golden Body Technique encountered Seven Kills Sword Qi, it melted as quickly as ice meeting fire, and was stabbed in the back by a sword.

clang!
The sword energy pierced the real Zhenlong's body, but there was an ear-piercing sound of metal clanging, as if it had been pierced by an iron block.

Master Zhenlong stood motionless on the spot, thinking that his physical body was strong enough to resist the attack, his eyes widened, and he felt a terrifying sword energy break into the meridians in his body, destroying everywhere.

"Enough, we admit defeat." A majestic shout came from the Fumosi camp.

Daoist Taixu hurriedly said: "Fumo Temple admits defeat, Daoist Qingliang wins."

"How could it be, how could it be that we lost so quickly..." Master Zhenlong walked away in embarrassment, clutching his chest with an expression of unwillingness.

Zhang Liang put away the Seven Killing Sword, lightly waved his feather fan and left, with a calm face and no waves in the ancient well, as if he had done an insignificant thing.

The entire audience was stunned, and it took a few seconds for them to react, and the noisy discussion burst into the sky:

"I'll go! Did you see clearly just now? The battle was over in an instant."

"It's outrageous, that Daoist Qingliang's agility, defense, and attack are so strong!"

"I'm afraid Daoist Qingliang's combat power has already reached the level of the Holy Son? Among the four holy sects, no one under the Holy Son and the Holy Maiden can defeat him."

Master Zhenlong returned to the Fumo Temple camp, lowered his head in shame and said, "I'm sorry, Holy Son, I..."

Zhenmo Shengzi shook his head, with a dignified look on his handsome face: "It's not your fault, Master Qingliang is very powerful, even I can't defeat him within ten moves. Tianjianzong first produced a rare Haotian Shengzi, and then Daoist Qingliang. His comprehensive strength should rank first in this conference. I think it will not be easy to win the leader."

Hearing this, not only Master Zhenlong, but other monks were shocked: "The Holy Son actually values ​​Master Qingliang so much?"

They knew how extraordinary the strength of the Devil-Suppressing Son was, and he was an extraordinary genius who could fight the real Huashen Zhenjun without losing the wind, and even win.Even the Sacred Son of Demon Suppressing said that he couldn't beat Master Qingliang within ten moves. Doesn't that mean that Master Qingliang's strength has also touched the threshold of the True Lord of Huashen?
On the other side, Zhang Liang also returned to the Tianjianzong camp.

Everyone immediately gathered around to congratulate him: "Good job! You defeated the real Jianglong in the first battle, really good job!"

Arthur Zi and Herring Zi surrounded him and came to Wu Hao.

Wu Hao smiled and said: "Very well done, this battle has played out the demeanor of our Heavenly Sword Sect, here is a bottle of Zhiyuan Pill, I reward you."

"Thank you Holy Son for the reward, this is what I should do." Zhang Liang showed a 'joyed' look, and took the Zhiyuan Pill with both hands.

The people around looked at the bottle of Zhiyuan Pill with envious expressions.

Especially Xuan Hujun, staring at Zhang Liang's back, roaring in his heart: "Damn! He has become stronger, when will I catch up with him, kill him, and avenge the family!"

Next, the game continues.

Zhang Liang took the time to come to the betting point with Arthur.

At this time, the real Gou Chuan was already shocked and depressed: "Twenty, two hundred million! Where can I find two hundred million for him!"

Real person Gou Chuan really wanted to die. He thought that Zhang Liang would definitely lose against Zhenlong from Fumo Temple, so he accepted Zhang Liang's bet.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Liang's strength was so terrifying that Zhenlong lost even if he couldn't hold out a single move.

He just earned less than 500 million spirit stones after sitting in the manor for a long time. Now that he has paid more than 2 million yuan, he may not be able to make up for it even if he sells his family property.

"Reverend Gou Chuan, we won, where is our spirit stone?" Zhang Liang chuckled, and brought Arthur to ask for the spirit stone.

"Um, there is no settlement yet for the time being. You also know that winning money is not so fast. Although you have won the Lingshi, I still have to settle the accounts of all the monks today before I can settle the settlement for you." Gou Chuan rolled his eyes, intending to delay for a while, and said casually.

Arthur sneered, with his hands on his hips, with a seductive smile on his seductive little face, his big eyes looked him up and down suspiciously: "Hey, I said, you are trying to cheat our spirit stone, right? Hee hee, don't blame me for not reminding you, we are holy sons and Taoists. With one order, hundreds of monks from the Heavenly Sword Sect will do their best to catch you even if you escape from Qingzhou!"

Reverend Gou Chuan shook his head quickly, and said with a smirk, "How dare I, aunt! It's just that the number of spirit stones is huge, and it's true that I can't get them out for a while. Can you give me a few more days?"

Zhang Liang directly took out a spiritual contract: "Okay, sign the spiritual contract, you are limited to raise [-] million spiritual stones for me within one month, or you will die from the scourge of God."

"Hiss! It's so big! It's not necessary, brother, I'm still a Nascent Soul cultivator, and I'm quite famous in Qingyang City. You've pushed me so hard, it's too much!" Daoist Gou Chuan gasped, and then threatened in a low voice.

Zhang Liang smiled, with a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "If you don't sign today, I will find someone to dismantle all your property and sell it off. Believe me, within a day, there will be nothing left in your family, including you."

"He's not kidding, he really did it, with this murderous intent, I don't know how many people he killed..." Real person Gou Chuan was frightened by Zhang Liang's eyes, shuddered, and hurriedly laughed, "Brother, calm down, brother, calm down, I have always been honest and honest, I will sign it, I will sign it!"

As he said that, Master Gou Chuan signed the contract with tears streaming down his face. The contract turned into golden light and disappeared, and the contract took effect.

Arthur also got his own 300 million spirit stones, and happily followed Zhang Liang back.

The game continues.

About half a day later, when it reached more than 150 games, it was Yu Xuezi's turn to play.

Yu Xuezi was fighting against a late Nascent Soul cultivator of Zhenwuguan, who was very strong, a small realm higher than Yu Xuezi.

Many female cultivators are cheering for Yu Xuezi: "Come on, sister Yu Xuezi, you can definitely do it!"

"I will." Yu Xuezi nodded coldly, her elegant and beautiful face was so touching.

Wu Hao stepped forward and held Yu Xuezi's little hand intimately, Yu Xuezi, who had always been reserved and arrogant, blushed all of a sudden.

Wu Hao instructed: "Yu Xue, don't have psychological pressure. With your strength, it is very easy to enter the top [-], as long as you perform normally."

Wu Hao is well aware of Yu Xuezi's strength. She is a heroine with great luck, and she can also leapfrog fights. Although it is very difficult to deal with the saints and the like, the average Yuanying peak is definitely not Yu Xuezi's opponent, let alone the monks in the late Yuanying period.

Yu Xuezi lowered her head, a little shy and even more charming, and replied softly: "I see."

Wu Hao felt his heart itch when he saw it. The usually cold beauty showed such a shy expression. If it wasn't for the presence of so many people, he really wanted to have a good chat with Yu Xuezi.

Zhenjun Daiyue also encouraged softly: "Xue'er, go, let's fight quickly."

Yu Xuezi hastily broke free from Wu Hao's big hand, and bowed her hands in salute: "Your disciple takes orders!"

After all, he turned and left gracefully.

Looking at Yu Xuezi's beautiful figure from behind, Zhang Liang smiled slightly, but there seemed to be something hidden in this smile.

"In 163 games, the real person Yuxue in the mid-stage Yuanying of Tianjianzong fought against the real person Wenzhi in the late Yuanying stage of Zhenwu Guan."

Following Qingyou King Xuying's soft shout, Yuxuezi stepped onto the stage.

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