This monk is a bit mean

With a "boom", Yunshu's left side was struck by lightning. Thick smoke rose up in an instant. The smoke quickly dissipated, and a smell of burnt flesh drifted away.

I saw that half of Yunshu's body was burnt and most of his clothes were burned, revealing the solid muscles inside, which were also somewhat charred.

"Hiss..." The audience below the stage all gasped.

Is this the true strength of a cultivator? Too strong. With just a simple blow, the little monk almost met the Buddha.

"Little monk, apologize quickly and admit your mistake. You are no match for him."

"That's right, that's right. If he releases a stronger lightning bolt later, you won't be able to withstand it."

"Senior Brother..." Even Li Mao couldn't help but feel a little worried about Yun Shu.

But Li Mao soon found that his worries were completely unnecessary.

Because he saw Yun Shu on the ring had already started to hook his little finger towards the young Taoist priest Mo Han.

"Can you be a little thicker, you skinny dog?" Yun Shu challenged him in a mean manner.

Just now, he used his body to block the young Taoist's lightning technique, simply because he wanted to test the opponent's strength. If the opponent is too strong and he cannot defeat him, then he will just surrender.

A real man can bend and stretch, be soft or hard, and is not afraid of losing face.

But after trying it, I found that this Taoist priest was just so-so.

Hearing the monk opposite him scolding him, Taoist Mo Han could not stand it anymore.

He changed his posture to holding the sword with both hands, chanted an obscure spell, pointed the tip of the sword to the sky, and shouted: "Thunder rolling in the sky!"

"Boom boom boom" three consecutive lightning bolts as thick as bowls shot from the tip of his sword into the sky above his head.

The lightning spun in the sky, then shot down and struck Yunshu's head.

At this moment, Yunshu had a big iron rod in his hand.

Just as the three lightning bolts were about to strike, Yunshu inserted the big iron rod into the floor beneath his feet.

As luck would have it, there was a small hole half a foot deep where Yunshu inserted the iron rod, which was just enough for the iron rod to be placed.

The iron rod was inserted firmly, and three lightning bolts struck down.

With a loud "boom", the lightning seemed to be guided by someone and all struck Yunshu's iron rod, then flowed along the iron rod to the ring and then disappeared.

The monk standing nearby was unharmed and was still digging his earwax.

Mo Han was shocked when he saw this scene.

"What kind of magic weapon is this? It can actually absorb my lightning power!" Mo Han asked anxiously.

"Lightning rod." Yun Shu answered with a smile, and at the same time turned to look at Li Mao in the audience and winked at him.

Li Mao smiled back and thought, "Brother's method really works! It's amazing. He can even break the lightning spell."

"Lightning rod? Never heard of it." Mo Han shook his head.

"You are too inexperienced. You have never seen this kind of technology and cruelty. It's normal." Yun Shu explained with some disdain.

Ever since Yun Shu heard Li Mao say that there was a cultivator who knew lightning magic in his group, he had come up with a countermeasure.

He asked his junior fellow apprentice Li Mao for help and renovated the Ximen arena.

Li Mao invited craftsmen to replace the original wooden frame of the arena with an iron frame, and also buried long iron rods around the arena.

In this way, the main frame of the entire arena is connected by iron materials. No matter where Yunshu inserts the iron rod in his hand, it can be connected to the frame under his feet.

When Mo Han's lightning hits the iron rod, it will flow through the iron rod to the arena under his feet.

Finally, the lightning power is sent into the earth through the iron rods on the four corners of the ring, and the infinite earth absorbs the power of thunder and lightning.

But after using this technology and ruthless skills only once, Yun Shu discovered that the Taoist priest in front of him was not very powerful, only slightly stronger than an ordinary martial artist.

If the young Taoist priest meets a master who can use sword energy like Andy Lau, he may not be defeated.

Yunshu felt a little disappointed after wasting so much effort on developing this technology.

But at least I have found a simple way to deal with lightning magic, maybe it will be useful in the future.

"Then from now on, I won't show you the technology and hard work. It's time to take advantage of the situation and gain experience." Yun Shu planned with a nasty look in his heart.

"Young Taoist priest, what are you thinking about? Can't it be done so soon? The time is so short? Miss Lin won't like it." Yun Shu hooked his little finger towards Mo Han again.

"Ahhh, you evil monk, I will kill you!" Mo Han was so angry that his whole body was shaking.

He made hand gestures again and continuously launched lightning attacks at Yunshu.

Yunshu smiled slightly, took a stance, and used his body to block the lightning.

"Boom" there were a few more loud thunderous sounds, and the remaining half of Yunshu's clothes were also struck by lightning, and then thick smoke came out and it was burned.

The muscles on his upper body revealed perfect curves, causing the green-clad maid who had been supervising the battle on the stage to swallow hard.

Yun Shu exhaled thick smoke, and felt refreshed. He continued to taunt Mo Han: "Come on, little Taoist priest, with your physical strength, even the maids around you won't like you."

When the green-clothed maid was mentioned by Yun Shu, her pretty face turned red and she lowered her head in silence.

As for Mo Han, after sending out several lightning spells, the spiritual power in his body was almost exhausted. After all, he was just a low-level cultivator of the second level of Qi training.

After so many consecutive lightning strikes, he has reached his limit.

But he was unwilling to accept that he failed to kill the bald guy on the opposite side.

This bald guy is so mean, he has never seen anyone so mean before!

After thinking for a moment, Mo Han's heart sank. A blue light flashed in his hand, and a blue talisman appeared in the palm of his right hand.

He took a deep breath, then made a hand gesture and shouted, "Thunderbolt!"

After shouting, Mo Han raised his right hand and a blue talisman flew into the sky, turning into a huge blue thunder brick, accumulating power in the air.

Everyone looked at the huge thunder brick in the sky and were too scared to speak.

The thunder bricks gave people a very oppressive feeling, and most people felt a little short of breath.

Yun Shu also felt a huge pressure from the thunder bricks, and his expression was somewhat solemn.

Mo Han also noticed the change in Yun Shu's expression.

He snorted in his heart: "Can't you attract thunder? Let's see how you can attract this Nine Heavens Thunder Brick!"

"Let this immortal master send you, a monk, to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures!" Mo Han shouted cruelly, and then he made a hand gesture, and a huge thunder brick fell down and smashed towards Yun Shu's bald head.

Yun Shu didn't dare to delay this time. The true energy in his body circulated rapidly, and a layer of protective energy immediately appeared on the surface of his body.

He was ready to face the huge thunder brick above his head.

The spiritual energy fluctuated! Mo Han, who had been scanning with his spiritual sense, was shocked.

Why is there spiritual energy fluctuations on this monk?

Is he also a monk?

No way? No way!

Mo Han gathered his energy and concentrated his mind, observing carefully.

The Nine-Sky Thunder Brick fell down, and Yun Shu caught it with both hands. He held up the ten-thousand-jin thunder brick with his own strength.

Veins popped out on his body, his bones crackled, and his solid muscles were on full display.

The green-clad maid on the ring had more difficulty breathing, and her heart was beating so fast with joy.

"Impossible!" Mo Han couldn't believe his eyes. How could this Nine Heavens Thunder Brick be lifted by a human?

His spiritual sense swept across Yun Shu's body and discovered violent fluctuations of spiritual energy, the level of which had reached the second stage of Qi training.

At the same level as Mo Han.

This was definitely a cultivator, but the technique he practiced was unique, and the fluctuations of his spiritual energy would not normally leak out, so he did not notice it at first.

And from the strong physical fitness that this person just displayed, Mo Han thought of a sect. This sect focused on physical training and was extremely powerful. The strength of the Yunhai Sect where he was located was not even comparable to that sect's branch.

Mo Han wanted to back out. He looked at Yun Shu deeply, then made a hand gesture, and the lightning brick above Yun Shu's head disappeared instantly.

The huge brick turned into a blue talisman and returned to the hands of the young Taoist Mo Han, but the luster of the talisman was obviously dimmer than before.

Yun Shu looked at Mo Han with some surprise, but didn't dare to speak.

How could he dare to say anything? In order to show off, he swallowed the blood in his mouth.

Mo Han put away the talisman in his hand, then clasped his fists and said, "So you are also a cultivator. I wonder if you are from Beihan Palace?"

"That's right!" Yunshu admitted readily.