Mu Xingqiu looked at the eyes opposite, looking for the hollowness, viciousness and arrogance in his memory. In a very short moment, he felt that he saw a trace of strong hatred, which was fleeting, like a spark stirred up when flint hit.

Mu Xingqiu recalled the Qishan Taoist priest Yang Qingyuan he knew.

The first time the two met was Zhaoshan. At that time, Yang Qingyuan was a polite and curious young Taoist priest who refined magic weapons alone. He had no friends around him and was very willing to make friends with Taoist priest Pang Shan and talked endlessly when he talked about the topic of the banned secret science with Fangfang.

The second time we met was in Duanliu City. Yang Qingyuan and a group of Taoist priests came to support Pang Shan, full of passion, hoping to survive the Heart Fire Tribulation on the battlefield. He succeeded and did not ask for any reward.

The third time was in the ancient tomb. Yang Qingyuan, who had survived the Heart Fire Tribulation, had his blood but he had not completely cooled down, but became more radical. All he had lost was impulse and war, and he actually cared more about killing the demon clan.

Now, he stood ten steps away from Mu Xingqiu, his lips were closed, his eyes were cold, and there was no simple smile on his face.

"What is Fellow Daoist Yang mainly studying in the Qishan Ban Secretology?" Mu Xingqiu formally presented the Taoist ritual and asked casually.

Yang Qingyuan was stunned, and the Taoist priests standing by the side were also stunned. They didn't understand the approach of fighting, so Mu Xingqiu asked what the purpose was.

"Is this related to fighting?" Yang Qingyuan's voice did not change at least, but it was a little low, as if he was holding something in his throat.

"I think fighting is not the most important thing." Mu Xingqiu raised his voice and deliberately said it to everyone. "The main purpose of combining the instruments and the discussion of Taoism is to enhance mutual understanding among young disciples of various Taoist priests. The victory or defeat of a battle cannot represent anything. If the five hundred Taoist priests standing here can make more friends today and remember each other after walking out of this hall, that is the greatest victory. Therefore, before the battle begins, I hope to know more about fellow Taoist Yang."

Many Taoist priests laughed. They greeted each other again, and their eyes swept across the relatively unfamiliar Taoist priests' faces. They would remember the faces here, and even if they just glanced at them in their hearts for months or even years.

Yang Qingyuan lowered his eyes and found that he was already behind in popularity, so he said: "What fellow Taoist said is very true. I studied magic weapons in the Qishan Ban Secret Science, but in recent years, I have been learning the Five Elements Spells and Gold Spells."

"What a coincidence. I also learned the five elements of gold magic, but I tried it briefly and later practiced the Minxin Department." Mu Xingqiu's introduction to himself was not too short, and he raised his voice again. "Minxin Department is also one of the eighteen Dao dynasties. A long time ago, all the people who inherited Minxin were locked up in Xingshan Demon-Battle Cave. According to records, they deserved the sin."

"There are many legends about the descendants of Nianxin, such as they are all women. They promote their practice by making frequent relationships and breaking relationships, and they are also good at provoking people's hearts. I know that many people are interested in these things, but I don't know much about the past. I can only guarantee everyone through my own experience: Nianxin disciples do not necessarily have to be women, and their practice is the same as everyone else. They are reliable in studying hard, at least I have never made a relationship. As for provoking people's hearts, it is a magic. If I use them, you will definitely feel it and return it to me intact..."

Some people find it interesting, while others are puzzled. Chen Hao is the latter type of person. "What is Xiaoqiu doing? He has to defeat Yang Qingyuan first. Then he says these words to win everyone's support. He... puts the cart before the horse."

"It's quite interesting. I don't know that the psychiatric department has these history." Xiao Hao and Taoist Pangshan stood together and listened with relish. "If Mu Xingqiu told me a paragraph every day, it would definitely be more effective when I practiced."

Yang Qingyin began to be confused and soon understood and laughed, "Maybe this is also a solution." This sentence attracted several gazes, but she refused to explain.

Mu Xingqiu said a lot. Before a large number of Taoist priests were tired of it, he said to Yang Qingyuan: "Magic tools are a grand field. Every step has its mystery. Can fellow Taoist Yang have a direction of expertise?"

Yang Qingyuan's face became even more gloomy. He closed his mouth and refused to answer, but Mu Xingqiu kept smiling and looked at him stubbornly.

The Battle Hall fell into silence, and the awkward atmosphere spread quickly. Wangshan Taoist Ding Wei shouted: "It is a good thing to get to know each other, but there is no need to rush. After tonight, the Demon-Slaying Association will be a fixed organization for the lower Taoists. We have plenty of time to talk all night long."

After all, the fighting is more attractive. Taoist priests expressed their agreement. Some people even said bluntly: "Nianxin Academy is really worthy of the name of a female disciple. Even the fighting is so long-winded..." When they found that the Taoist priests in Luanjingshan had bad eyes, no one dared to say such words.

"Sorry, it made everyone bored." Mu Xingqiu nodded to the audience and apologized, raised his right arm and showed a red and black whip, but there was no intention of casting spells. "This whip is called Shenxing Lightning. I would like to say another word. I was still young when I had this whip and only gave this name. The whip body was made of colorful tail hair of a brocade horse, and the handle was a piece of sandalwood sheep horn. It accompanied me through hardships, and the color changed several times, and it became what it is now."

Since the demise of the Cental Heart Department, few Taoist priests have used whips as magic weapons or weapons, so they are very curious, and they wait and see carefully, and forget to fight for the moment.

Yang Qingyuan said coldly: "Friends Mu Dao seem to have made a mistake. The 'combination of the instrument' has ended. Now we are going to 'discuss the Tao' and fight."

"Please forgive me. I just hope that more Taoist priests can understand the mind science. This is a rare opportunity. Is Daoist Yang anxious? Otherwise, you can rest for a while and I will ask you to come up after I say a few more words."

Yang Qingyuan didn't say anything or retreat. Mu Xingqiu treated it as acquiesced, gently swung the whip and expelled a few feet of lightning. "The magic of mind is not within the five elements. The advantage is that it is not affected by mutual generation and restraint. The disadvantage is that lightning cannot escape from the whip, so the attack distance cannot be too far. You can do whatever you want within a hundred steps, and you can't see the dust outside a hundred steps, so it's best to keep a distance when fighting with me."

"I don't need it. We will fight within a hundred steps later." Yang Qingyuan couldn't help but interrupt, not wanting people to think that he was taking advantage.

"It's okay, I won't need a whip later, Fellow Daoist Yang can do it within any distance."

As soon as these words were spoken, not only Yang Qingyuan was stunned, but the Taoist priests watching were also confused. Especially those Taoist priests who had seen Mu Xingqiu and Chen Hao fight, they didn't understand why he wanted to sacrifice his strengths.

Chen Hao couldn't help but ask Yang Qingyin: "Do you know what he is doing?"

"This idiot. I don't think about how to defeat the enemy, but I think about how to save people first." Yang Qingyin snorted disdainfully. Still not giving a detailed explanation, Chen Hao could only scratch his head and look patiently.

"I understand." The bald man next to him suddenly shouted, "Brother Xiaoqiu is trying to annoy Yang Qingyuan. He used to remind me to talk less, saying that it was interfering with his practice, but if I don't eat, of course I have to talk more..."

There was a lot of discussion on the sidelines. Yang Qingyuan on the field said: "I also want to say sorry. I have already added a talisman and cannot be removed in this battle."

"Fellow Daoist Yang, don't get me wrong. I don't need to think about the illusion of the heart, because I want to use more powerful spells." Mu Xingqiu collected the whip in his right hand and summoned the Frost Soul Sword with his left hand.

"This is a soul-catching magic weapon, which contains more than 100,000 souls. Thanks to several fellow Taoists from Luanjingshan Lanzhuke Department for their advice and teaching me the magic. This sword cannot be used lightly. But it is worth using it to fellow Taoist Yang."

After the Battle of Duanliu City, Mu Xingqiu had collected 100,000 souls with the help of Taoist priests born in the candle. This matter has been widely circulated in Taoist priests. Taoists have heard of it. When they showed their magic weapons, they wanted to see the sword, but unfortunately they failed to get what they wanted. Unexpectedly, Mu Xingqiu would draw his sword at the moment of the battle.

The hall was quiet, as if more than 100,000 souls were wandering in the hall, and living people had to hold their breath and calm down.

"Do you have to say this?" Yang Qingyuan said word by word, obviously he could no longer bear the other party's nagging.

"I have to say that, only in this way can I let everyone understand what I am going to do next." Mu Xingqiu held up the smile on his face, "Please pay attention to fellow Taoists. I want to use the soul-suming technique, which is ineffective for Taoists. If anyone is really worried, please take out the candle to protect the soul."

Yang Qingyuan had not spoken yet. Ding Wei on the sidelines spoke first, "Wait, the soul-suming technique is used to store souls. If you really want to fight, you should use the soul-removing technique."

"I don't know why, but I always feel that there are souls wandering in this hall, so I should clean it up..."

Ding Wei looked unhappy, "Fellow Taoist Mu has done too much. I am the only one living in the Wangshan Taoist Orthodox for the past two or three years. Where did the wandering souls come from?"

"My feelings have always been very accurate." Mu Xingqiu became more serious. "There are fellow Taoists from Luanjingshan Lanzhuke Academy here. You know more about this kind of thing. Do I feel right?"

Several Taoist priests in Qishan finally couldn't help it, "Mu Xingqiu, do you want to fight? You can use magic weapons to catch your souls later. We are Taoists, but we are not mortal charlatans."

The Taoist priest of Luanjingshan supported Mu Xingqiu. Several female disciples took out the candle magic weapon and quickly inspected it. Bai Qing shouted: "There are no wandering souls in the hall, but..."

"But what?" Mu Xingqiu asked immediately.

"But there seem to be a few souls in the hall..."

Before Bai Qing finished speaking, Yang Qingyuan took action and shouted in his mouth: "Mu Xingqiu, you are too bullying!"

A ray of light shot straight down and headed straight to Mu Xingqiu's head. This was the perfect talisman to hit the nail on the head.

Yang Qingyuan suddenly attacked, and Mu Xingqiu did not keep his promise. He still held the Frost Soul Sword in his left hand, but the whip was thrown out with his right hand, but the lightning flashed from the tip of the whip was only a few feet long and disappeared before he could touch the target ten steps away.

The white light hit Mu Xingqiu's head, surprisingly causing no damage, while Yang Qingyuan, who was not hit, screamed, as if he was seriously injured.

Everyone was shocked, and Mu Xingqiu shouted: "The evil soul will take the body and appear quickly!"

The Frost Soul Sword emitted a glimmer of light, and Yang Qingyuan suddenly stopped screaming and made a strange laugh, "Mu Xingqiu, you won again, but you can't save him."

"Not necessarily." Mu Xingqiu began to use the soul-suming technique. Although he knew very little, the powerful weapon in his hand made up for this defect.

Everyone in the hall felt a gust of wind passing by.

Yang Qingyuan shook, accidentally threw away the magic weapon Ruyi, hugged his head with both hands, and shouted: "Save me! Save me!"

It was not until this time that Mu Xingqiu was slightly shocked. The soul hidden in Yang Qingyuan's body was not the Shen Geng that he and Yang Qingyin had always thought, but it belonged to another person.

Mu Xingqiu suddenly turned around and wanted to find out who Yang Qingyuan was asking for help.
Chapter completed!