I use the fox fairy to suppress all ghosts

Brother Gu and Yuankong are busy cooking.

The sloppy Taoist is our great hero this time, so let him rest for now.

Originally, we wanted to go through all the disciples who participated in the written test today to understand their situation, so that we can win every battle if we know ourselves and the enemy, but the guy who stood up in the middle disrupted our plan.

We basically didn't watch the subsequent competitions, so we didn't have a general overview of the overall situation.

But in my heart, I still feel that among these young disciples, only Chi Lang can finally fight against the sloppy Taoist priest.

After all, the sloppy Taoist priest has not yet used the method to suppress the bottom of the box, and that is the paper armor given to him by the eighth master.

In fact, I can't tell anything just by watching a competition. After all, those disciples who are more powerful will definitely not use their methods of suppressing the bottom of the box until the critical moment.

The sloppy Taoist was just a small test of his skills, using Lupo and Xiaoxiao.

And in my Tiangang seal, Xiaoxiao is not the only ghost, and the most exciting time is when Sister Na appears.

Fortunately, there were not many people watching the sloppy Taoist priests compete this time. Even though they passed the initial test, no one would think that the sloppy Taoist priests are so powerful.

The sloppy Taoist priest is pursuing this effect. He must make his opponent despise him before he can become a dark horse that breaks out of the encirclement.

After the sloppy Taoist priest came back, he ran into the house alone. He didn't know what he was up to. He had a lot of tricks, and he probably had some plans of his own.

Not long after, Gu Haoran also made a meal and invited us to eat.

Hearing that dinner was about to be served, Master Songhe walked out with a wine bottle in his hand.

He was not polite at all, he reached out and grabbed a pig's trotter on the table, and gnawed it straight away.

Our side was about to start eating, and the sloppy Taoist came out, muttering, not knowing what he was talking about.

As soon as he sat down, Master Songhe took out two things that looked like steamed buns from the basket: "Here are the two of you, I will continue to eat tomorrow when you are full."

The sloppy Taoist withdrew his mind, took the two nests he handed over, and asked suddenly: "Master, I want to ask you, I will participate in the top ten competition tomorrow, so you have nothing good to teach Give it to me, give me more strength."

Master Songhe put down the trotters in his hands, wiped his oily hands on his body, and said, "It really is, just wait."

Saying that, Master Songhe got up and walked straight into the house.

We have always felt that Master Songhe is not in good shape, and he will definitely not come up with anything good.

However, the facts quickly proved this matter.

After Immortal Songhe came out, he put a wooden sword in his hand, put it on the table, and said with a smile, "Chiwen, do you still remember this sword?"

When the sloppy Taoist saw the sword, the muscles on his face twitched a few times, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

After the real Songhe put down the wooden sword, he gnawed on the big pig's hoof for a while, wiped his hands, smiled at us, turned around and entered the house again.

Not long after, the sound of Master Songhe snoring came from the room.

After Master Songhe left, we all went to look at the wooden sword on the table.

To be honest, there is nothing unusual about this wooden sword, and it is still a broken wooden sword wrapped with glue in the middle.

Moreover, the material of this wooden sword is also very ordinary, and there are no runes on it.

Just a bunch of rotten wood.

Gu Haoran picked up the wooden sword on the table, looked it up and down, and said: "Xiao Luo, I don't think there is anything special about this wooden sword, it is far worse than your lightning-strike wooden sword. Use this It is estimated that it will be broken after a while.”

"I don't see anything unusual either." I took the wooden sword from Gu Haoran's hand and sensed it carefully, but there was no aura at all.

"This wooden sword is quite old, maybe more than ten years." Kassan also said.

The slovenly Taoist priest took the wooden sword from my hand, smiled miserably, and said, "You must not know the origin of this sword."

"Let's hear it, isn't there any mystery hidden in this sword?" I asked curiously.

"This sword is just an ordinary wooden sword, nothing unusual." The sloppy Taoist said lightly.

Afterwards, the sloppy Taoist told us some past events about the wooden sword.

About ten years ago, when the sloppy Taoist priest was only about ten years old, he practiced under the disciple of Master Songhe.

That year, in order to encourage the younger generation of disciples under his sect, Elder Long Shan personally made a wooden sword and called all the disciples of the "Chi" generation together.

Those young disciples were also in their teens, and the oldest was no more than sixteen or seventeen years old.

In order to test the patience of these young disciples, Master Long Shan asked all the disciples to stand on plum blossom stakes.

At that time, Master Longshan said that as long as he persisted to the end and did not fall off the plum blossom pile, he would give this wooden sword to that disciple.

At that time, all the disciples of the "Chi" generation had never touched a sword, and they all wanted a sword.

Although it is just a wooden sword, it is also what they yearn for.

At that moment, dozens of disciples with the word "Chi" jumped onto the plum blossom pile one after another in order to get this wooden sword.

The plum blossom pile is four or five meters high from the ground, and only one foot can stand on it.

This group of disciples began to stand at six or seven o'clock in the morning until two or three o'clock in the afternoon, neither eating nor drinking, and motionless.

Gradually, many disciples couldn't hold on and fell off the plum blossom pile one after another.

The sloppy Taoist also wanted to get the wooden sword, and with his strong willpower, he endured the scorching sun and persisted.

Until the afternoon, when it was getting dark, the sloppy Taoist priest still persisted.

However, there was another person who persisted with him, Chi Lang, the grandson of the elder of the punishment hall.

When it was dark, the slovenly Taoist priest had persisted to the limit, tired and hungry, his legs were numb, and his body was crumbling.

But standing beside him, Chi Lang didn't move like a clock, as if nothing happened.

Chi Lang has practiced since he was a child. Although he is not very old, he has already cultivated at a young age and can stimulate spiritual power.

However, the sloppy Taoist priests at that time had just started, and they were only supported by perseverance.

Finally, the sloppy Taoist couldn't hold it anymore and fell off the plum blossom pile.

He didn't make it to the end.

After seeing the sloppy Taoist priest fall, Chi Lang fluttered down from the plum blossom pile and took the wooden sword from Elder Longshan.

When Elder Long Shan left, Chi Lang took the wooden sword, walked up to the sloppy Taoist priest, broke the wooden sword in front of him, and threw it in front of him.