Chapter 115: The Heavenly Master is in Trouble, Fu Rong is in Danger
"It's really you."
The old Taoist priest came alone, not as easy-going as usual, with an imposing manner: "Who is so bold as to tamper with the Luotian Grand Ceremony? Aren't you afraid of death?"
"Master, you have a keen eye."
Zhang Mingdao bowed and said with a smile, "I didn't want to join in the beginning, but after I went up the mountain and saw the geniuses from various schools, I felt like trying."
The old Taoist priest has found this place.
Whether through observation or obtaining information from Fu Rong and Jin Yong.
There's no point in hiding it any further.
He didn't think his move was perfect.
Instead of resisting stubbornly, it is better to beg for mercy under the guise of youthful impulse.
He is 204 meters tall and weighs kilograms, but... he is still a child!
"is it?"
Zhang Zhiwei remained silent, his expression did not change at all, and his eyes were as deep as the abyss.
Zhang Mingdao was startled and retracted his smile.
The old Taoist priest’s meaning was very clear. The person who came here tonight was not his master, but the Taoist priest of Mount Longhu.
The Heavenly Master has no personal feelings.
Don't try to make jokes or be vague.
Zhang Mingdao thought for a moment and said bluntly: "I want to compete for Master Lu's Tongtian Lu."
"You guys!"
The old Taoist sighed and said, "Old Lu is making trouble. He took the Tongtian Lu as a prize and messed up the Luotian Grand Ceremony. You guys are even more troublesome."
"Others are fine."
"Zhang Mingdao, do you think the inheritance of Longhu Mountain is not as good as the Eight Wonders?
Zhang Mingdao shook his head: "The Tianshi Mansion has been passed down for thousands of years and has long been in charge of the Taoist sect. The Eight Wonders have been around for decades, but the founders died and scattered. How can they be compared?"
Old Heavenly Master: "In that case, go and practice your own Kung Fu first!"
Zhang Mingdao said calmly: "I've practiced it."
"Um???"
Zhang Zhiwei raised his eyebrows.
Zhang Mingdao spread out his palm and released a ray of white lightning: "The Yin Five Thunders have reached their peak, touching the Crimson Palace and transforming into the Yang Five Thunders."
He paused and added: "I am not suitable to be a Heavenly Master. I dare not hope for the subsequent Heavenly Thunder Method. I can only continue to seek in accordance with the most ancient way. Man follows the earth, the earth follows the sky, the Tao follows the Tao, and the Tao follows nature."
"The Eight Wonderful Techniques are close to the immortals, breaking away from the constraints of ordinary techniques in their respective fields. They are the most suitable path to heaven for climbing."
Zhang Zhiwei remained silent.
He found out the whole story, but because he knew it clearly, he felt embarrassed.
If Zhang Mingdao continues his search, he may very well come across the secrets that have been hidden by the immortals who once ascended to heaven.
As a practitioner, it is never wrong to seek the truth wholeheartedly.
If it were someone else, he could use the inheritance of the Tianshi Mansion to restrain him.
But facing the disciple in front of him.
He dare not.
This person is too talented and too determined to have any fear.
If you really use the Heavenly Master to restrain us.
The thousand-year heritage of the Tianshi Mansion might be destroyed in an instant.
Zhang Zhiwei was silent for a long time, then said softly, "Luotian Grand Ceremony is a grand celebration of our Zhengyi Sect, which is to summon the officials of the Three Realms and all the powerful spirits."
"You resorted to trickery during the celebration to disrupt the competition. You were disrespectful to heaven and earth and disrespectful to the gods. What crime should you be charged with?"
Zhang Mingdao was choked when he heard this.
This Luotian Grand Ceremony was driven by many forces with their own ulterior motives.
Who cares about the original charter?
Even the old Taoist priest himself probably didn't take it seriously.
In the original novel, the old Taoist priest put Jianjie Powder in Zhang Lingyu's breakfast to help Zhang Chulan win the final.
Where are the heaven and earth? Where are the gods?
Zhang Mingdao had a plan in place: "The methods used by Jin Yong and Fu Rong are no different from the divine attack methods, and they borrowed the power of my soul."
"The Wang and Feng families can use the method of summoning spirits and sending generals, and the Deng Youfu brothers can use the method of sending horses out. Naturally, they can also use similar methods!"
“They violated the rules.”
The old Taoist priest smiled and said, "I will disqualify them from participating in the Luotian Grand Ceremony forever."
"You...are cheating!"
Zhang Mingdao was speechless when faced with this result.
Wang Bing, Feng Xingtong and others had been eliminated long ago.
What’s the point of disqualifying now!
Furthermore.
They were not disciples of the Zhengyi sect and were not qualified to participate in the Luotian Grand Ceremony.
Zhang Mingdao knew it clearly in his heart.
The old Taoist priest's questioning was just an excuse.
His mind was full of thoughts, his expression was dim and he finally sighed and followed the old master's meaning and said, "My disciple is dull, I hope the master will give me some advice." Zhang Zhiwei looked directly into Zhang Mingdao's eyes and said, "Fu Rong and Jin Yong cannot win anymore. You cannot interfere with the outcome of the duel by any means. This is the end."
"Yes."
Zhang Mingdao responded decisively without any hesitation.
He realized the Xiaoluo Cave Observation and could see the traces of Qi in the past, so he was not in a hurry to obtain the Tongtian Talisman.
Whoever gets the Tongtian Lu will be able to learn it sooner or later.
Don’t agree to the old master.
I'm afraid I'll have to try the Heavenly Master's method of winning people over with virtue.
He had suffered many injuries inside his body and his internal organs had not yet recovered. He probably could not withstand the full-strength attack of the old Taoist priest.
The old Taoist priest got the answer he wanted and left.
moment.
Jin Yong poked his head in and timidly approached the fighting arena: "Boss, has the old master found us?"
Zhang Mingdao could only sneer: "Even if he didn't find out, seeing you hiding at the door for half an hour, I guessed it."
"That's the best in the world!"
Jin Yong was not ashamed at all: "The old master was the undisputed strongest alien several decades ago. How dare I contradict him!"
"The mission is over."
Zhang Mingdao spread his hands and told the old Taoist priest the result of his conversation just now: "You can pack your luggage in advance and prepare to leave."
Jin Yong was obviously relieved, but just as he was about to speak, his face froze.
He immediately changed his attitude and said angrily: "The Tianshi Mansion is unfair, we can protest anywhere!"
"roll roll roll."
Zhang Mingdao waved his hand to drive him away, and suddenly felt something was wrong: "Come back, what do you want from me?"
If you only care about the results.
There was no reason for Jin Yong to hide at the entrance of the fighting arena and risk being exposed at any time.
"Almost forgot!"
Jin Yong patted his head, took out a magical tool that looked like armor from his arms and presented it to him: "The village chief sent your divine mecha here for you to try."
"Oh?"
Zhang Mingdao's eyes lit up.
Ma Xianhong has a rule for customizing magical instruments for those with superior aptitude.
He had told Ma Xianhong about his idea a long time ago and had been looking forward to it for a long time.
Zhang Mingdao took the magic weapon and circulated his true Qi to resonate with the magic weapon. The silver-white armor turned into soft white light, attached to his body, and turned into silver armor made of fine steel.
He was already tall, and with the armor on, his waist circumference increased by two circles, and his height was nearly three meters.
After a few attempts, Zhang Mingdao basically understood the structure of the divine mecha.
The protective power of the magic weapon is actually very average.
The power source is Zhang Mingdao's Qi, which is barely twice as strong as Zhang Lingyu's protective golden light.
The most solid part of the divine mecha is the frame that acts as an exoskeleton, which integrates Zhang Mingdao's many powers to the greatest extent.
He exerted slight force on the soles of his feet.
The steel giant slid more than ten meters along the ground.
“It’s quite labor-saving.”
Zhang Mingdao was very satisfied with Ma Xianhong's work and began to try out their most important idea at the time - the electromagnetic giant!
As his mind moved, sticky black thunder flowed out of his body, climbing and entwining along the structural pillars of the divine mecha. In a blink of an eye, it filled the gap between the human body and the armor and transformed into a black giant, revealing only a pair of excited eyes.
"Shh!"
A strong wind suddenly blew up out of the blue.
Jin Yong was surprised to find that the black giant had disappeared.
No.
It was running across the field at a terrifying speed.
He could hear the sound of the wind, but it was difficult for him to grasp Zhang Mingdao's exact location.
in a blink.
The black giant reappeared in the same place.
"Strength increased by 12 percent, and speed increased by about 35 percent."
Zhang Mingdao carefully sensed the improvement in his strength and sighed silently in his heart: "I have reached a bottleneck. I don't know how much effort it takes to improve my strength a little bit. Now, I can achieve a qualitative change in strength with just a set of magic tools. No wonder so many people are obsessed with external things."
He almost had the idea of giving up his physical practice and continuing to study the magic tools.
But Zhang Mingdao quickly dispelled those distracting thoughts.
External objects can be relied upon but are not reliable.
Only the practice rooted in the flesh is the foundation of the Tao.
"Ok?"
While Zhang Mingdao was deep in thought, he was awakened by the chaotic magnetic field fluctuations thousands of meters away. Judging from the fluctuations, Fu Rong had been ambushed and was in a tough battle.
(End of this chapter)