A Match Made In Heaven (Jiuyue Liuhuo) Chapter 692: 26. Catching ghosts with sway

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After watching for a moment, Su'er smiled slightly, turned around and waved to Taoist Master Lingfeng.

I couldn't see how Taoist Master Lingfeng stepped forward, I saw him sliding in front of Su'er in a blink of an eye. Su'er turned around and said a few words in Taoist Master Lingfeng's ear. Taoist Master Lingfeng raised his head and looked into the circle of people while listening. After listening to Su'er's words, he nodded again.

Taoist Master Lingfeng stretched out his hand and saw Su Er put something in his palm. Taoist Master Lingfeng immediately grasped his right hand and looked directly at the Japanese slaves in the Qiankun Ten Thousand Transformations Formation.

Everyone in the audience suddenly saw a gray shadow flash on the stage, like a phantom in the wind, and came into the circle of people. The figure stepped on the shoulder of an ASEAN disciple with its right foot, and everyone saw clearly that he was Taoist Master Lingfeng with two buns on his head. In just an instant, Taoist Master Lingfeng suddenly flew up again and rushed towards Lai Chuan Xiushan, the leader of the Japanese slaves in the crowd.

Suddenly there was a flash of a sword in the crowd, and the Japanese slave leader Laichuan Xiushan stepped back and slashed at Lingfeng Dao's long right arm with his sword.

Unexpectedly, Taoist Master Lingfeng hooked his left foot behind and hooked a Japanese slave's neck. His right arm suddenly froze forward, his right palm suddenly opened, and a cloud of white smoke flew away with a "pop" Open, shrouding Laichuan Xiushan. When Taoist Master Lingfeng opened his right palm, he vomited out his inner energy and sprinkled all the poison Su'er gave him onto Laichuan Xiushan's head.

Yi Chuan Xiushan's eyes suddenly turned black. He returned to the ground with his knife and tried to stand up, but after shaking for a few times, he still fell on his back.

A group of Japanese slaves immediately shouted and drew their swords to kill Taoist Master Lingfeng. Unexpectedly, Lingfeng Taoist stretched his right arm and grabbed the thin Japanese slave interpreter who had been standing next to Laichuan Xiushan.

Taoist Master Lingfeng pressed his left palm on the bun of another Japanese slave, held up the Japanese slave interpreter and stood up on the shoulders of another Japanese slave, turned around and shouted: "My little friend, this is the little Japanese slave. ? I caught it for you, go on!" As he said that, he reached out with his left hand, grabbed the right ankle of the Japanese slave interpreter, and threw him towards the north platform with a "whoosh".

The Japanese slave translator was shocked and confused, and he was thrown away by Taoist Master Lingfeng and flew straight up like clouds and mist. He never expected that this strange Taoist priest would fly down from the sky and attack the leader Lai Chuan Xiushan, but his real intention was to capture him. As he was flying around, he suddenly realized and screamed in terror.

Taoist Master Lingfeng put his feet a little on the Japanese Nu's shoulders, and flew back to the stage like a phantom after the Japanese Nu interpreted the interpretation.

The Japanese slave interpreter screamed in terror and flew down onto the stage. When he whirled to the edge of the stage, Taoist Master Lingxi swung his whisk and wrapped it around his arm.

Taoist Master Lingxi twirled the dust in his hand, leading the Japanese slave translator in a circle, eliminating the force of his rapid whirling. Then he lifted it up, lifting the head and feet of the Japanese slave translator, and then gently released it, and the Japanese slave translator's feet stepped on the stage. Taoist priest Lingxi was tall, while the Japanese slave translator was short. He used a whisk to turn the Japanese slave translator around and lift him up. His hands were as light as nothing, just like an artist performing a puppet show on a string.

The Japanese slave interpreter whirled and flew down quickly. He was already top-heavy, spinning around, swaying this way and that, and his hands were grasping at random.

Taoist Master Lingxi waved the dust fly in his hand again, gently brushing it under the back of his head. The Japanese slave translator immediately opened his eyes wide and his mind became clear. He suddenly saw a dozen people standing high and low in front of him. He quickly looked down at his feet and saw that he was actually standing on a high red carpet platform. He was immediately shocked.