When he saw Ji Zhan's blushing face, he knew he was going to be bad. He immediately left Xu Shujing and ran towards the battle.

But it's still too late.

Ji Zhan raised his hand and a strange porcelain beast flew out from his sleeve.

The porcelain beast swelled in the wind and became one foot long in an instant. It stretched its limbs, raised its head, and opened its bloody mouth, as if it was yawning.

The beast is in the shape of a lion and tiger, with a wide mouth and fangs, a plump body, four claws lying on the ground, a short and straight mane under the ears, a long beard under the jaw, and short wings carved from the limbs.

There is a six-foot porcelain man sitting on the porcelain beast. He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose and wide face, two raised moustaches and beards on his lips, like a Hu person in the Western Regions.

He wore a short robe with beaded patterns on the upper body, cross-patterned trousers on the lower body, grabbed the ears of the divine beast under his crotch with his left hand and held a slap in his right hand.

What is even more eye-catching is that the Hu man wore a curly brim hat with a very high hat, about four feet tall, shaped like a chimney.

The tall-hawk man looked around and his eyes were on Wu Qi.

When the people around him saw such treasures appear, they couldn't help but retreat one by one to avoid being affected.

Wu Qi was surprisingly calm at this time.

If a magic weapon has a spirit, it is close to the magic weapon.

The celadon riding beast in front of me is active and active, and is mostly an acquired magic weapon.

The biggest reliance of monks to fight is magic weapons, magic weapons, talismans and magic spells are not as powerful as magic weapons, and they have their own limitations.

Strictly speaking, talismans and spells are two imitations of magic weapons.

Talismans are the cheapest, have quick results, but are weak in power and difficult to change.

Spells can be cast at any time and have strong power, but they consume a lot of spiritual energy. You must be proficient in the finger arms, which will take a lot of time to practice.

The magic weapon itself is spiritual, amazingly powerful, and has long-term growth.

Even if the holder is a low-level monk, as long as the magic weapon is strong enough, he can go beyond the level to fight against the great monks.

There is a cold joke in the Taoist sect, saying that as long as you hold a magic weapon, even if it is a pig, everyone will be polite to it wherever it goes.

Although it is a joke, it also shows the decisive influence of magic weapons on monks.

Wu Qi stared at the celadon riding beast with his eyes firmly in his hand, holding the Jingzhen magic sword, and his cultivation for 170 years was stimulated, and his mind was concentrated.

He didn't even dare to distract himself from turning over the Hanxiang Mirror to judge the strength of this celadon riding beast.

Ji Zhan breathed heavily, pinched the Dharma Skill with his hands, and recited: "The mind's elixir will make me understand the true nature. The soul's sensation liquid will keep Tao Qi."

With the sounds, the celadon riding beast rushed towards Wu Qi.

Because the opponent is coming too fast, Wu Qi cannot dodge at all, so he can only meet the sword.

The celadon riding beast was cut into two by a magic sword like soft mud, and was cut into two halves.

Wu Qi's pupils shrank suddenly.

The body of the celadon riding beast on the left and right sides was twisted, as if melting, wrapped and wrapped Wu Qi and stuck it into the body. At the same time, white smoke appeared from the strange high hat of the tall man, and the sound of the mouth was whispered.

Wu Qi, who was trapped in the porcelain liquid, held his breath and concentrated, and a needle-like burning pain came from his skin, and his hands and feet were as if they were wrapped in paste, making his movements extremely difficult. He finally broke away a little, and the surrounding porcelain liquid surged again and wrapped it again.

In the eyes of the outside world, Wu Qi was eaten by the high-capped Hu people.

The Hu man's belly expanded and turned into a fat man with a big head and a round body. He swayed on the porcelain beast, as if he couldn't sit steadily, and a lot of thick white mist was sprayed out from his high hat.

The porcelain beast also paced back and forth on the ground, wandering around in circles, as if digesting food in the belly.

A yellow shadow flashed out of the crowd and hit the celadon riding beast with a bang.

"Display it for me!"

Amid the roar, the Buddha's soldiers' fist armor hit the celadon riding beast hard, and the Buddha's light was prosperous.

The body of the riding beast suddenly collapsed, and Wu Qi walked out of it and nodded to the rescuer.

The monk clenched his fists with a strange look, his lips moved, and he didn't say anything in the end.

Relieved and turned around, he glared at Ji Zhan: "In the public, for a moment, I will use magic weapons to deal with fellow practitioners of the three religions. Is this the rule of Qingcheng Mountain?"

Ji Zhan waved his hand and the celadon riding beast narrowed down and put it into his sleeve.

He recovered from his calmness and coldness before his recovery, and bowed and said, "Junior Brother Wu's swordsmanship is outstanding. I am just happy to see the hunting. I want to practice magic with my junior brother, but I have no idea."

Relieved to frown, but he was a Buddhist monk who was unable to intervene in the internal disputes of Taoism.

Xu Shujing also ran over at this time: "Two Taoist priests, we must not hurt the harmony."

Seeing that Wu Qi was not seriously injured, he felt a little relieved, so he looked at Ji Zhan: "Did Master Ji was not chasing fake money in the ghost market? Why did he have an argument with Taoist Master Wu?"

Without saying a word, Xu Shujing changed the catching of the monster to a dispute.

Ji Zhan glanced at the silent Wu Qi: "It's just a misunderstanding. Junior Brother Wu's swordsmanship is good, but Taoism still needs to be stepped up. The demons and ghosts will not stop when they hit it."

After saying that, he pinched his hand and returned to the cowhide sheath on his back with a shiny sound.

Ji Zhan turned his head and walked, and disappeared in a few steps.

The people around were bored and left in groups of three or three. They passed by Wu Qi and others, and while peeking at them, they still whispered in a low voice.

"Master, please forgive me."

Xu Shujing looked embarrassed: "Without Si Duwei stamping the official certificate, Jian Youwei cannot attack the disciples of the five major Taoist sects..."

Wu Qi expressed understanding.

Five Dao and Seven Temples are the core of the two religions of Buddhism and Taoism, and are undoubtedly a privileged class. Even their disciples have special protection.

Jianyouwei issued a proclamation letter, and Ji Zhan could refuse the name of Qingcheng Mountain above his head, but Fuyun Temple could not.

"It's good if the Taoist priest has nothing to do."

Xu Shujing said: "Ji Zhan acted arrogantly and rebelliously, and used magic weapons to hurt people on the street. I will report this to the Minister of the Situation, Lord Zhu, and raise objections to the Changdao Temple in Qingcheng Mountain."

Wu Qi bowed, everything was indifferent.

Shu Ran faced Ji Zhan, a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain, with Xu Shujing, and supported him. I have to remember this relationship.

It is easy to add icing on the cake, but it is difficult to provide timely help.

"Fellow Daoist Wu fights with magic weapons and needs to be maintained. I have some medicines to assist in recovery."

Relieved to help Xu Shujing and pulled Wu Qi aside.

Seeing that there were no one around, the monk whispered: "Can you break the 'Western Jin celadon beast'?"

Others didn't know that, and before the Buddha's fist armor broke through the outer wall, the porcelain beast cracked from the inside out.

Almost at the same time, the outside world seemed to be relieved to break the deadlock.

Wu Qi was more concerned about other things: "Does the mage know the origin of the magic weapon?"

"That was the acquired magic weapon refined by the Yuanfu Palace in Maoshan during the Western Jin Dynasty. It has been more than 300 years since then. I didn't expect it to be in Ji Zhan's hands. I think it was his master who bought it before and now it is for him to defend himself."

Shu Ran reminded: "The celadon beast of the Western Jin Dynasty is the lowest level of the yellow grade. Even so, it is a real magic weapon. Fellow Taoists must not take the magic weapon empty-handed. There is a saying in the three religions that only magic weapons can compete with the magic weapon."

Wu Qi could only smile awkwardly.

Is it because I don’t want to use magic weapons to match magic weapons? Who doesn’t want to use magic weapons to hit people?

But that must be wrong.

Shu Ran was a monk from the Five Dao and Seven Temples... He knew nothing about the poverty of small sects.

The entire Fuyun Temple is just a magic weapon, and it is still with the temple owner Wu Daoji, and it is also a low-level yellow class.

The three religions define the spiritual objects in the world from high to low, and are divided into four categories: heaven, earth, Xuan, and Huang.

The word "Heaven and Earth" is only available in the innate spiritual treasures, and the second-class magic weapon of Xuanhuang is among the magic weapons. Although the Huang level is the lowest among magic weapons, the cultivators who crush magic weapons and fight naked-handed fists are still relaxed and comfortable.

Wu Qi used Chongyang to attach himself to Jingzhen's sword and tried his best to break the porcelain beast.

What he was worried about was that if someone secretly knocked on the stick with magic weapons, he would be really defeated.

The lack of magic weapons made Wu Qi feel unprecedentedly in crisis.
Chapter completed!