On the stands, Zhao Yu smiled helplessly, raised his hand and gently pressed it in front of him. Suddenly, all the strange phenomena on the stage disappeared, and the dark clouds on the sky also disappeared.

"Brother, what are you doing?" The talisman under Lin Yanran's feet also dissipated, almost falling to the ground, and her aura suddenly dissipated. She looked back at Zhao Yu and complained.

"Okay, Yanran, just give a little punishment. Today is the 90th birthday of the old master. Do you still want to make a fortune?" Zhao Yu said 'repriman'.

Lin Yanran bulged her mouth: "Okay."

"Sister Xiaoqian, let's go." Lin Yanran said to Wang Xiaoqian who was shrinking into a ball.

Wang Xiaoqian poked her head out of the black air, looked around, then nodded, and turned into a yin energy, which penetrated into the jade pendant for mutton fat around Lin Yanran's waist.

As for You Ziling, smoking was coming out of her body at this time, she lay on the ground with a look of a breath of life, and she seemed to have been hit.

It looks quite miserable, but in fact, it is nothing serious except that it is very uncomfortable. After all, Lin Yanran's cultivation is not enough, and the power of Thunder is not very great.

A few days ago, I accidentally slashed An Linglong with a thunder. Apart from her hair being upright and her whole body was smoking, it was nothing serious.

The Dao Master, the leader of the Maoshan Sect, came on stage nervously and investigated the situation of You Ziling. When he saw that he was just an ordinary injury, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Uncle Yanran, for showing mercy." The leader of the Maoshan Sect bowed to Lin Yanran and spoke.

"It's okay, go back and teach Ziling's nephew well. He has good talent, but his mood is not good." Lin Yanran waved her hands uneasy, and then hurriedly ran off the dock platform.

In the stands, Lin Yanran stood in front of Zhao Yu, holding her dress with her little hands.

"Brother, how am I doing?"

Looking at the words praising me written by Lin Yanran on her face, Zhao Yu laughed and reached out to ravage her hair.

"It's not bad, I didn't embarrass you, Grandpa Zhao, for your brother."

"hey-hey."

Lin Yanran smiled with satisfaction and then stood behind Zhao Yu.

Behind the old master, an eleven-year-old Taoist priest was holding a bamboo flute in his arms, looking at Lian Lin Yanran and An Linglong, with divine light flowing in his eyes, but his face was very shy.

After hesitating for a long time, he saw the little Taoist priest speak, "That, Uncle Yanran, can I compete with you..."

Behind Zhao Yu, An Linglong noticed the little Taoist priest, his eyes lit up, a wild little cutie, who could be adjusted...

"Ahem, Sister Yanran is already very tired just now. If you want, Senior Sister can fight with you." An Linglong coughed lightly and said lightly as she looked at the Taoist priest.

The little Taoist priest was a little hesitant. This beautiful senior sister seemed a little weak...

Zhao Yu looked at the little Taoist priest, and his eyes showed a strange phenomenon, which turned into a pair of sun and moon.

The little Taoist priest panicked on his face, hid behind the old master, and pulled the old master's sleeve, which was very pitiful.

The old master stroked his beard and smiled and said, "Brother Xiaodao, don't scare the old Taoist disciples. They are already timid. If you scare you, you have to be responsible for the old Taoist."

Zhao Yu thought, and the strange phenomenon in his eyes was gone, and he smiled and said, "It's not impossible for the old master to endure the pain and give up his love."

The old teacher turned black and turned to the little Taoist priest and said, "Yu'er, when you see this little master in the future, you must stay away and don't let him catch you."

The little Taoist priest nodded vigorously, with a serious expression on his face: "Master, Yu'er understands."

This little Taoist priest was the genius with the ultimate bloodline power received by the old master at the beginning of the year. His Taoist name was Qingyu. He was a poor child. He grew up in the Welfare Dean and became a disciple. After he became a disciple, he followed the old master's surname Zhang.

Zhao Yu smacked his lips, am I such a person? It's too much.

"Linglong, if you want, you can compete with this junior brother. However, if you lose, I still have a lot of physics, astronomy, biology, chemistry..."

"Master, don't worry, Linglong will definitely live up to expectations!" An Linglong said with a serious face, regretting it to death. Ah, what stupid thing I did just now!

"Tianshi, let these two children compete." Zhao Yu said.

The old master nodded after hearing this: "Okay, Yu'er, you should discuss with this beautiful senior sister. Remember to be cautious. If your senior sister is so beautiful, you have to be responsible if you are not careful."

Zhang Qingyu was startled and hugged the one-meter-long bamboo flute in her arms tightly: "I, I will pay attention."

An Linglong looked at Zhang Qingyu, who was not as tall as her legs, and was very confident. She jumped and fell from the high platform to the martial arts stage. Her clothes were fluttering, but she had a bit of fairy-sized charm.

Zhang Lingyu held a green bamboo flute and formed a faint cloud and mist, falling from the platform.

"Is this junior teacher the closed disciple of the old master? What a cute duck." The female cultivator in the stands looked at Zhang Qingyu, with maternal love flooding and her eyes shining.

"Well, it seems like he is pinching his little face."

The female cultivator beside him spat with disdain when he heard the words of his companion.

"You are so perverted. You don't even let me go. You learn from me and have some ambitions."

"Hmph, who said he wanted to chew Master Zhao's face just now?"

"Shut up!!!"

...

On the road platform, Zhang Qingyu stood opposite An Linglong and bowed to An Linglong very standard.

"Zhang Qingyu has met Senior Sister Linglong and offended her."

"Young junior brother, please come on, please make a move!"

"Okay, Senior Sister Linglong, Qingyu has offended him."

After the words came, he saw a brilliant light of lightning gushing out of Zhang Qingyu's body, and a majestic phantom of thunder appeared behind him, as if the Thunder God was in the ordinary.

boom--

A thick thunder shot towards An Linglong.

Boom-

A heavy sound was made on the ground of the platform, and the earth and rocks gushed out like water, turning into a wall of earth and rock, blocking the thunder.

The same phantom of the god appeared behind An Linglong, with a group of heavy Taoist rhymes filling the entire martial arts field, and the atmosphere in the air was suddenly very depressing.

Just a tentative fight has already amazed everyone.

There were endless applause and cheers. Only by controlling the power of heaven and earth could we be the power of a cultivator and be called magical powers!

"Well, there seems to be power hidden in Senior Sister Linglong's body." Zhang Qingyu thought of this, feeling the abnormal restlessness of his own bloodline.

"I should do my best to show my respect." Zhang Qingyu finally made a decision in his heart.

"Senior Sister Linglong, see what you want!"

Thunders danced wildly beside Zhang Qingyu, turning into a majestic armor and draped on Lin Yanran's body.

Then, Zhang Qingyu held a bamboo flute in his hand and pointed to the sky.

Suddenly, a black and red thunder cloud condensed on the sky, covering the entire Longhu Mountain Dojo. A kind of majesty bloomed out. Zhao Yu and several third-level bosses all felt an indescribable sense of depression.

The old master stood up with a bang, trying to stop Zhang Qingyu. He didn't understand why Yu'er, who has always been obedient and clingy, didn't listen to him.

What if An Linglong has anything to do, it will not only make Zhao Yu angry, but will also offend Jin Shang...

"Tianshi, don't be impatient!"

In Zhao Yu's eyes, a pair of sun and moon rotated wildly, and the Yin-Yang Dao Wheel behind his head automatically manifested, looking at the battlefield in front of him.

"What is that?"

Looking at the mysterious mist that suddenly appeared in An Linglong's body, Zhao Yu's heart was puzzled.

Even if an accident really happens, Zhao Yu is confident that he will suppress everything in an instant.
Chapter completed!