surnamed Wang

After Zhao Shuquan left, apprentice Hong Mao stepped forward and said:

"Master, do you know why Master Zhao takes such good care of you?"

"Isn't it because Master interceded for me?"

"Of course not. Master Zhao used to be a scholar, so he couldn't avoid some feelings of family, country and world. When Beiyuan came to rule the Central Plains, seeing the country fall into the hands of foreigners, the young and vigorous master almost raised his sword and killed him.

Later, when the ancestors of the Wang family drove the North Turks out of the Central Plains, Master Zhao clapped his hands and applauded when he learned about it. As a descendant of the Wang family, you have made many political achievements that benefit the country and the people. Master Zhao naturally takes a high view of you. "

"I didn't expect that among the immortals, there would be such a kind and sincere person."

Wang Gangquan finally understood the reason why the other party came up to call him His Majesty the Emperor, and while feeling emotional in his heart, he secretly thought that such kindness should not be wasted, and then he walked to the sixth jade pillar and began to study.

Seeing this, Hong Mao retreated consciously, and at the same time, he grew more and more admiring for the master who taught him in the past.

He has stayed in Baiyujing for 200 years, facing a jade pagoda called a treasure house every day. Although his swordsmanship has reached the third floor, he only realized four styles of the sword style hidden in the jade pillar on the first floor. Floating on the surface, lacking agility.

At this moment, Wang Gangquan calmed down and stared at the pillar as before. After a while, the auspicious clouds dispersed, and the familiar storm appeared again.

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At noon of the next day, there was thunderous drumming outside the building, Wang Gangquan opened his eyes, a flash of lightning flashed in his eyes, he got up and walked outside.

The east side of the mainland was surrounded by monks as before, this time both Hong Mao and Tang Xin took time off to cheer.

"Hong Mao, your master won't die in the ring, will he?"

Tang Xin, who was in his twenties, carried the charm of his father Tang Zhi in his eyebrows and eyes, but it was a pity that he hadn't returned home for a long time, and he couldn't make those clansmen who criticized his mother shut up.

Hearing this, Hong Mao was slightly displeased and said:

"What are you talking about, kid? That's my master. How could he lose to a shoveling beast?"

"That's not an ordinary shoveler, but their young suzerain, who stepped into the transformation of gods a hundred years ago, and now has reached the middle stage, and his realm is a bit higher than your master.

What's more, it is well known that they had troubles because of women. What the ancestors said is true, women are indeed a disaster. "

As an adult, Tang Xin lost a lot of her aura when she was young, and instead looked more like a chatterbox.

Hong Mao rolled his eyes and replied:

"If you really think so, stay away from Jiang Ling, and don't let your precious young master get into trouble."

"Damn, what year is the Chen Zhima rotten millet, so what about the young master? If I hadn't come to Sanxian Island, I don't know which grave I am buried in now."

Tang Xin avoided the question on purpose, and didn't bother with that "Jiang Ling" that Hong Mao was talking about.

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While the two were talking, Wang Bingquan came to the island, but this time Immortal Emperor Taibai did not come, and was replaced by a priest wearing purple embroidered gold, judging by the attitudes of Aconite and Lan Dai towards him, his status was obviously not low.

The priest raised his hand and summoned the floating island. Without further ado, Wang Gangquan and Zhan Xuanyun flew onto the ring from the east and west sides respectively.

The moment he entered the barrier, Wang Bingquan once again felt the dizziness he felt when he was in the Zongmen Xiaobi, and when his head recovered, it had shrunk to the size of a palm.

Wang Gingquan's gaze flickered as he looked at the surrounding trees that were comparable to the giant Kunlun trees. One day, he would definitely reach this level, but before that, he had to pass the test alive.

Zhan Xuanyun, who had been holding back for a long time, moved first, and the first move was a killer move. A nine-section whip that monks seldom used was swung out with the sound of the wind. Seeing this, Wang Quanquan jumped back to avoid it.

The nine-section whip used by Zhan Xuanyun is unusual. It is not connected end to end with an iron ring, but thin blades like willow leaves, and the middle is maintained by spiritual energy. Each section can be thrown like a flying sword, which is hard to guard against. .

Wang Gangquan dodged the attack halfway, but the opponent flicked the nine-section whip lightly, and the first section suddenly shot out, brushing his cheek and flying past, leaving a small wound.

Wang Gingquan wiped the blood dripping from his face, knowing that the bastard did it on purpose, he no longer kept his secrets, and twin swords appeared from his waist, and they were suddenly unsheathed.

Two sword qi mixed with Bai Yujing's first layer of swordsmanship shot out, Wang Bingquan quickly struck the two long swords together, and an invisible ripple spread out.

Zhan Xuanyun's eyes were calm, and as he stepped back, his wrist quickly turned in front of him, forming a vortex of a nine-section whip.

As long as the sword energy collides with it, no matter how powerful it is, it will be crushed by the short blade of willow leaves in an instant.

After Wang Bingquan's two moves, he put his sword back into its sheath, his eyes were calm, and when the sword energy was about to approach the opponent, he whispered a syllable in his mouth. The two sword energy in the air disappeared instantly, and then appeared on the opponent's right and rear respectively.

The rain has no fixed pattern, and there is a sound when it hits the ground. Wherever the sound reaches, it is the direction of the raindrops. This is the magical effect of Bai Yujing's "rain" pattern.

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Zhan Xuanyun felt the bitter chill coming from his back and sides, and his whole body trembled unconsciously. He quickly turned around and waved his whip to block it.

A beautiful arc was drawn across, and the silver whip was stretched by half a foot, hitting the two sword qi ruthlessly.

There were two consecutive loud noises, and Zhan Xuanyun was shocked and retreated. Just after taking three steps, a huge force came from his buttocks, and he was kicked back.

The opponent's footwork was extremely tricky. Although the pain was not much, it made him lose his balance for a while, and almost fell to the ground.This was not over yet, seeing his unsteady footsteps, Wang Gingquan charged forward with his sword, a light blue lightning flashed in his eyes, and a large thick black cloud immediately gathered in the sky.

Wang Gingquan pointed his sword at Zhan Xuanyun, and the dark clouds in the sky also roared, and a large number of wandering lightning flashed in a few breaths.

Although Zhan Xuanyun didn't know what the opponent was up to, but he knew intuitively that if the move was strong, he would definitely lose half his life. His eyes showed determination. With a sound, the whole long whip was immediately split into pieces and snapped off.

The thunder in the clouds above had been brewing to the extreme. Following Wang Gingquan's sword strike, a thick bolt of lightning also poured down from the Nine Heavens, hitting Zhan Xuanyun directly.

The spectators outside the arena all held their breath subconsciously, and Hong Mao and Tang Xin who were standing in the southwest corner widened their eyes even more. This was the "Thunder" showdown on the first floor of Bai Yujing. They had heard from their master that this It's the first time I've seen it with my own eyes.

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The thunder struck Zhan Xuanyun with a destructive force, and after a burst of blinding lightning, he was still standing intact, with the nine-section willow-leaf whip floating irregularly around his body, connected vertically and horizontally with light green spiritual power, forming a cage .

Wang Gangquan's eyes widened, and he said to himself with an expression of disbelief:

"There's no reason."

I especially remember that he used a lightning rod when he was against Wen Fu Ding Lei Fa, but someone actually used a similar method to deal with him 200 years later.

Of course, Zhan Xuanyun didn't understand this, but he discovered it by accident when he was practicing before. At this moment, he let go of his contempt, and said in a deep voice:

"Is it my turn next?"

Wang Gingquan quickly recovered from his astonishment, pointed his sword at the opponent and said:
"Still early."

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