The juniors are all bosses, so I can only hang up

As soon as Ouyang's words fell, the whole square fell into a deathly silence.

The headed elder worshiped Dong Xuzi's sound transmission, and did not move, but the disciples behind him were in a state of misery.

You call me, I really dare not agree.

Who knows if the answer will be directly on the spot?

Sure enough, in the eyes of senior brother Ouyang, is he still inferior to the two demons on the small mountain peak?

Facing the sudden silence, Ouyang coughed in embarrassment and said: "My junior brother spent countless efforts to make these paper figurines. You may have seen them a few days ago, but I haven't had time to tell you how to use them. I’m here today to explain it!”

Ouyang winked at Chen Changsheng, and Chen Changsheng, who was at the side, reluctantly raised his hand and waved his sleeves, and countless paper figurines flew towards the people in the square.

There was a paper figurine standing in front of everyone, and no one was missed.

Not to mention the entire Qingyun Sect's inner disciples, even the elders have one.

Sitting in the main hall of the main hall, Dong Xuzi twitched his cheeks, looking at the paper figurines in front of him, that kid even made one for himself!

If it wasn't for Hu Yun's disciple, I would have chopped him up with my own hands!

And the expressions on the faces of all the elders were equally wonderful. They, who called themselves great monks, had their heads lowered by a junior without their knowledge!

They can clearly feel the obscure formation from the paper figurines, and the paper figurines in front of them are vaguely connected with each other!

There is no doubt that the absolute witchcraft will lower its head!

The expression on Leng Qingsong's cold face while holding the sword became even more ashen, because there was also a paper figure standing in front of him!

"It seems that someone is very dissatisfied with his position as the second senior brother? After returning home, he should ask Chen Changsheng if he has any opinions on his senior brother!" Leng Qingsong, who was holding the sword, thought secretly in his heart. road.

Ouyang looked at the empty front with satisfaction, and he was considered to have a conscience, and he didn't curse himself!

Immediately Ouyang said with a smile: "This is a good baby, one for each person is not too much!"

Who the hell wants this kind of thing!

Everyone glared at Chen Changsheng above the main hall, but Chen Changsheng didn't seem to notice the countless gazes looking at him.

If sight could kill, I'm afraid the current Chen Changsheng would have been beaten too many times!

"Do you feel that my junior brother has lowered everyone's heads? I actually asked him to do this!" Ouyang's voice suddenly sounded.

Chen Changsheng's eyes flickered for a moment, and he didn't expect that the elder brother actually took everything on him, and just wanted to refute Ouyang's words.

Ouyang tilted his head slightly, and just glanced at Chen Changsheng, which made this formation master who had no scruples to make a scene in Qingyun Sect a few days ago silent like a cicada.

After hearing Ouyang's words, everyone's eyes shifted from Chen Changsheng to Ouyang.

There was a faint smile on Ouyang's face, and the calm and calm Ouyang looked at the crowd off the field without any dodge.

Finally, the brothers and nobles of Xingfeng couldn't help but ask:

"May I ask Brother Ouyang what is the meaning of this? Is our friendship between brothers and sisters usually a play?"

There are brothers and sisters that Ouyang knows on every hilltop. On weekdays, Ouyang either visits this hilltop, or goes to that hilltop for a meal.

No one would have thought that Ouyang would admit that he did it himself!

Ouyang nodded and said affirmatively again: "That's right, I'm here!"

When all the disciples of the inner sect looked disappointed, they looked at Senior Brother Ouyang whom they considered a confidant.

But Ouyang said softly again: "But this is not some so-called spell, witchcraft, or lowering the head, but blessing paper figurines!"

"Stand-in paper man?"

Just when everyone was puzzled, Ouyang raised his hand, and a beam of true energy came out from the dantian, turning into a rain of true energy and covering the entire square of love.

The paper figurines in front of all the people present had a drop of true energy submerged in them. When the true essence entered the paper figurines, the paper figurines seemed to come alive, surrounding everyone.

This paper figure has changed the illusion that made my heart palpitate just now, but now I look at it with a kind of peace of mind.

The worshiping elders of each peak looked at the jumping paper figurine in front of them in amazement. The power of the witchcraft on the paper figurine in front of them became full of vitality under the action of that drop of true essence!

And this paper figurine can be regarded as a clone of himself, and even the elders of the various peaks didn't see the magical effect in it for a while!

When all the paper figurines were covered, Ouyang withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "This is the ultimate purpose of this paper figurine. Blessing the paper figurines can be a blessing to all the seniors, uncles, brothers and sisters present here." Let's block the next fatal attack!"

As soon as Ouyang finished speaking, there was an uproar again. When he looked at the paper figurine in front of him, his eyes were burning. If it was true as Ouyang said, then the paper figurine in front of him would be a life-saving magic weapon!

Even the elders and priests of the various peaks have never seen this special magic weapon!

But Ouyang said confidently: "Do you not believe me? Qingsong come here!"

Leng Qingsong was looking at the paper figurine in front of him in amazement, when he heard his elder brother calling him, he hurried to Ouyang.

Ouyang stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the sword in your hand!"

A sword repairer's sword is more important than a sword repairer's life, how could it be easily given to others?

But if it's a brother...

Without the slightest hesitation, Leng Qingsong handed the long sword in his arms to Ouyang.

Ouyang took the sword, directly raised his hand and drew the sword to cut towards Leng Qingsong's waist.

Leng Qingsong's expression didn't change, he didn't move at all, watching his brother directly slash at him with his sword.

He knew very well that his elder brother would not harm him!

Sure enough, Ouyang directly slashed through Leng Qingsong with his sword. Under the eyes of everyone, the long sword in Ouyang's hand clearly cut through Leng Qingsong's body.

But Leng Qingsong was fine, and the paper figurine floating behind Leng Qingsong suddenly broke into two pieces!

Ouyang smiled and put away the sword and returned it to Leng Qingsong. He patted Leng Qingsong on the shoulder before turning around and looking at the crowd again, saying: "If you still don't believe it, you can go back and try it, but it will be gone after you try it! This baby is only This time!"

After listening to Ouyang's words, everyone looked at the paper figurine in front of them again, and put it away as if they had found a treasure!

Who can guarantee that there will be no unexpected accidents on the road of cultivating immortals?

With this insurance, at least I can avoid one death, which is really important!

Even the elders of various peaks couldn't avoid putting away their own paper figurines. When they looked at Chen Changsheng again, they had a satisfied expression on their faces.

Many inner disciples looked at Chen Changsheng eagerly and guiltily.

I actually misunderstood this senior brother who worked so hard to make a life-saving magic weapon for him!

Damn myself!

Ouyang looked at the people of Qing Yunzong who had reversed in an instant, and bought the whole sect with only a few thousand real yuan missing.

Nine Holy Lands?

Aren't they a bunch of bumpkins who haven't seen much of the world?