surnamed Wang

More than 400 years ago, a big event happened to the concubine's family, one of the five great fairy clans in the Three Immortals Realm. The third fairy, who had never been intimate with any man, was found to be five months pregnant.

When the scandal spread, the elders of the concubine were furious, and they used all the power of the family to find the other party, and finally found a monk with mediocre qualifications.

If it was a normal fairy clan, that person would definitely be beaten to the ground to make an example to others, but the concubine's family is a big family after all, so bullying others like this will definitely cause dissatisfaction among other monks and damage the reputation of the fairy clan.

The elders of the clan discussed and decided to hold their noses to recognize the son-in-law, but the premise is that the other party should enter the family of the ancestral family, even if the child is born in the future, the surname must be surnamed.

Then he posted a notice to inform the Three Realms that if anyone commits the following crimes against the innocence of the woman of the filthy concubine's family, he will be sent to the land of the Nine Nethers, and he will never be reborn forever.

In this way, they not only appear to be magnanimous, but also prevent future generations from following suit.

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After the third fairy Xi and the monk surnamed Shen became Taoist couples, the couple played harmoniously, and gave birth to a baby boy named Xi Yu in the winter of that year, and gave birth to a pair of compatriot daughters named after red and green respectively in the following year.

The family of five enjoyed themselves happily, but eight years later, the concubine's fairy suddenly disappeared in an extraterritorial war, neither alive nor dead.

As her husband, Shen Xiao went to search alone for a long time, but finally returned without success. Not long after that, he and his two daughters were kicked out of his concubine's house, and they went to the Lingyun Sect ever since.

The above are all explanations given by the concubine's family to the outside world, and Shen Xiao himself has never refuted it. The outside world takes this as the truth for granted, but Xihong knows that these are just excuses.

At that time, her mother was reluctant to leave home, as if she believed that she would never return, and she practiced so hard because she wanted to get rid of control and find out the truth about her mother's disappearance as soon as possible.

In the courtyard, the woman sat quietly in a daze, and put a cup of tea from boiling hot to slightly cool. She raised her hand to pick up the slender dagger on the table, and stroked it gently with her fingers. The dagger turned into a green hairpin. Between the hair.

Not far away, Wang Bingquan walked over with a basket of fairy fruits, and the woman smiled inadvertently when she saw this.

"Fairy, Zhao has just taken some fruits from Chi Zunling. They are fresh, and I will share some with you."

The man said, grabbed a few plums from the basket and handed them up. The woman took it with a smile and asked:

"Zhao Daoyou, are you serious about doing this?"

"What's wrong? He is a junior brother, I am a senior brother, Youdao is an elder brother like a father, he works hard in exchange for fruits to honor me, it is only right and proper, besides, I even guide him in cultivation."

That's why Wang Gingquan said this shameless act so grandiosely.

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The one-month deadline was approaching, and Pu Wen finally didn't have to plow the land, but he didn't suffer much, on the contrary, he enjoyed it more than the previous Wang Quanquan.

Surrounded by a bunch of fairies, the corners of his mouth were almost grinning to the back of his head, especially when Chi Xia'er was beside him, he wished that both eyeballs would stick to his body, and Pu Wen was thicker-skinned than Wang Gingquan, so he could always tease He made the fairies laugh, and he became even more embarrassed.

Time is not difficult for the monks who have lived in the mountains for a long time, and sometimes a random retreat can last for more than a hundred years.

Wang Gangquan didn't deliberately cultivate, but time still passed unknowingly, until Pu Wen was about to break through to the God Transformation Realm on this day, and after counting his fingers, he realized that there was not much time left before the competition.

Sitting in an open area on the mountain, Wang Gingquan and several disciples watched the lightning flashes on the peak, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion:
"How painful is this Heavenly Tribulation?"

"Master, are you not worried about Mr. Pu at all?"

"There is nothing to worry about, the scourge will last for a thousand years."

While speaking, the clouds of calamity in the sky gradually dissipated. After a while, Pu Wen staggered down from the peak and sat down on the chair with a tired face.

"Why do you still have a bitter face after you have successfully crossed the tribulation?" Wang Gangquan poured a glass of water for him.

"It's going to be a life-and-death battle soon, so worry." Pu Wen drank the water in one gulp.

"How many magic weapons should I lend you?"

"Thank you, senior brother." Pu Wen was still not in high spirits.

"Then I'll be the host tonight, and invite the fairies from Chixia Peak to come and congratulate you?"

"really?"

Pu Wen immediately returned to his usual nonchalant appearance, and the little respect left by the few senior nephews present turned to contempt.

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The day of the competition is coming soon, and it is still the floating island on the east side of Sanxian Island. This time it involves the inheritance of the immortal emperor, so the scene is unprecedentedly grand.

Except for the monks from Sanxian Island, all the major sects in the Three Realms also sent people, including the five immortal clans who don't show up easily.

Wang Bingquan is a direct disciple of the head of the Lingyun Sect. He has cultivated to the middle stage of Huashen, but he is still only qualified to watch the battle in the middle of the crowd. When he glanced around, there were no acquaintances around him, so he could only stand obediently.

The floating island for the competition was ready, Immortal Emperor Taibai came to the scene in person, sat on the iron chair and quietly accepted everyone's kneeling, this was the last time he had such power.

From today onwards, Sanxian Island will change hands. Due to the once-in-a-thousand-year weakness of the Holy Void Realm, he will be sent back to the Mahayana Realm. At that time, he will also have a place among the worshipers below.

Immortal Emperor Taibai waved his hand, and everyone stood up and returned to their original positions. There were several seats beside him, which were reserved for Lingyun, Jutu, Yaci and even the five great immortal patriarchs.

Immediately on either side of the Immortal Emperor were Li Changsheng, head of the Lingyun Sect, and Pengju, the emperor of the Jutu Realm.

Pengju is a descendant of the golden-winged eagle of the great sage Dapeng, who can be completely transformed into a human form, and looks no different from ordinary people except that he is bigger.

On the ring, Pu Wen wears two swords on his waist, looking chic yet majestic, and his opponent is a rare race in Jutujie, named Xiuliu, who belongs to the offshoot of the owl.

Pu Wen didn't have much research on birds, especially the birdmen in Jutujie. In his eyes, they all looked like birds. In addition, he didn't have the slightest affection for Brother Jutu because of his previous battle with Yaliu, so he decisively chose to take the lead.

Seeing this, Wang Gingquan in the crowd couldn't help but slapped his forehead. It seemed that everything he said before the battle was taken as fart by this kid, and now he can only rely on the miscellaneous magical powers he learned.

After the stone tablet in the surgery hall shattered to expose the bronze tablet, it became easier to obtain spells in it, but the colors are too rich. A single blue color can be divided into four or five colors, which makes some monks who are difficult to choose bewildered. .

Pu Wen was lucky, he found a deep purple to red kung fu technique in the stele, together with the "Gold Doesn't Change" presented by Wang Bingquan and foreign magic techniques, he swallowed them all and learned them all, not knowing how much he could perform.

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The two sides on the floating island quickly fought together. Pu Wen had just practiced the two swords for a few days, and he was not familiar with them. He had also been to Bai Yujing, but his talent was limited. Shangxiu was slightly inferior to the opponent, and seemed a little flustered for a while.

On the opposite side, the monk Jutujie was already flexible in his movements, and he had wings behind him to help him out. In a short while, he bumped into Pu Wen several times, leaving several bloodstains on his face.

Animals are naturally bloodthirsty, looking at the blood left on their fingertips, Brother Ju Tu subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked it. This scene made Pu Wen very angry. He took it for granted that the other party was humiliating him. cut off.

Seeing this, Wang Gingquan frowned. This guy has a way of using everything. A pair of long swords are like two watermelon knives in his hands. With his eyes closed, he kept swinging them blindly, unable to give full play to the advantages of the sword.

The opponent also saw that he was lacking in moves. He swiped back to avoid the attack, and then he didn't exert any force. He quickly lifted his toes up, and with the unique talent of the Qinzu, he flipped several times on the spot.

Its sharp toes almost brushed Pu Wen's face, and the latter broke out in a cold sweat, crossed his swords upwards, and wanted to cut off the opponent's wings.

"Gah!"

A neigh sounded, and the cultivator of Jutujie quickly flapped his wings, and a strong wind blew up on the ground, plowing out several deep marks on the ground. Pu Wen seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and instead of retreating, he raised his hand in a "grass" gesture.

This is one of the few sword moves he knows. Although it is a mortal move, it is mixed with the power of the sun and moon swords. It fell from the sky.

Air combat has always been a talent of the bird race. Brother Ju Tu turned over to avoid the attack, then hooked his feet and kicked fiercely into the air.

"Oh, do you really think I don't know how to use a sword?"

Two streams of sword energy shot out suddenly, and then eighteen golden flying swords formed a sword formation to block the opponent's back.

Cultivator Jutu was startled when he saw this, and hurriedly stopped the attack, his wings vibrated and his body rotated, immediately forming a tornado centered on himself.

Pu Wen's eyes flashed brightly, he has been waiting for this day for a long time...

Eighteen flying swords came in a row, and began to rotate rapidly and reversely around the tornado. After the two phases canceled out, the strong wind quickly subsided. At this time, the sword energy had also arrived, and the eighteen flying swords pointed towards Inside, the opponent immediately had no way to retreat.

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Brother Jutu was hesitating whether to use the natal spell, but he saw a huge golden dragon emerging from behind Pu Wen. The golden dragon roared and crashed into the master's body, and it immediately showed signs of transforming into a dragon.

Seeing this scene, Pengju, who was sitting next to the Immortal Emperor, sighed and said:

"Forget it, we admit defeat."

As soon as the words fell, it turned into a ripple, swept across and hit Pu Wen and the eighteen flying swords, and the latter spit out a mouthful of blood immediately.

Li Changsheng was furious when he saw this, he slapped the armrest and stood up suddenly:

"Pengju, what do you mean? Since you admit defeat, why do you want to hurt the old man's apprentice?"

"I should ask you, your good apprentice, why did you kill my people?"

All the old monsters who lived for thousands of years were present, and Pu Wen's undisguised murderous intent naturally couldn't escape their eyes. Li Changsheng said with a gloomy expression:

"As long as you step into the ring, you can't control your life or death. 700 years ago, the disciple of the old man was killed by you when he broke through the realm?"

"Didn't your apprentice tear me in two, Brother Kutu? Now it's all paid off."

"Pay it off? Everyone knows that you have a murderous nature in the bird race. How many good seedlings of the human race have you ruined in these years?"

"Survival of the fittest is the law of nature. Why don't you humans try to be merciful when you eat other creatures?"

"This old man doesn't bother to bicker with you. If you don't agree, you and I will fight in the arena."

After Li Changsheng finished speaking, nine swimming white dragons appeared around his body, and Pengju, not to be outdone, shook his arms, revealed his real body, and transformed into a huge golden-winged eagle above Sanxian Island.

Seeing this scene, the monks present all widened their eyes, secretly thinking that there will be excitement for a while to watch.

The two of them on the ring are also very acquainted, they glanced at each other and quickly flew down, for fear of harming Chi Yu in a short while.

Pu Wen came all the way to Wang Bingquan's side, but seeing the other party's face full of excitement, he said:

"Master, with this ability, it must be a lot of money to pick up white jobs."

A purple-gold color flashed across Pu Wen's face. While repairing the internal injury, he did not forget to ask:

"Senior brother, what do you mean by this?"

"Kowloon pulls the coffin."

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The situation is getting more and more tense, but Immortal Emperor Taibai doesn't seem to want to stop it. He is about to resign, so they can't worry about it?
If the Immortal Emperor didn't stop him, the rest of them naturally didn't dare to take over. Li Changsheng and Pengju had already reached the point where they couldn't step down without a fight. At this time, a young voice came from among the five great immortal clans:

"These old guys are so old, why are they still so angry?"

The air suddenly became quiet, and everyone turned their heads to look, only to see a disciple behind the Patriarch of the Concubine's family looking left and right, as if looking for the source of the sound.

Seeing this, Ji Buping frowned slightly, and yelled at the young man:

"Yu'er, don't be rude."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and bowed to the rest of the people, "She grandson is rude, I will definitely teach you well when I go back, everyone, please don't take it to heart."

After such a commotion, the Immortal Emperor had no choice but to open his mouth to make peace:
"The young man is right. You are so impulsive at an early age, and you are not afraid of being laughed at by the younger generations. Now that the victory and defeat have been decided, let's choose a day to hold the handover ceremony."

After all, he got up and walked towards the main hall with his hands behind his back.

Seeing that there was no excitement to watch, Pu Wen couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, looking at the young man who had messed up the show in the distance, he asked in a low voice:

"Brother, what is the background of that guy?"

"According to what they mean, it should be the lineage of the concubine's family, Yan Yu...it seems to be the male who was left behind by the concubine's family back then, that is, the elder brother of the concubine's family."

"It's amazing to have such a city at such a young age."

"It's not just the city government, but the observation and courage are quite outstanding. Just now the Immortal Emperor didn't open his mouth, and the old guys present were inconvenient to try to persuade them to fight. Only he, a 'young man', was able to break the deadlock with a seemingly rude method. "

"Brother, if it were you, what would you do?"

Wang Gangquan grinned when he heard the words, "Of course I encouraged them to fight. I have never watched a Mahayana competition before."

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The handover ceremony is just around the corner, and although Immortal Emperor Taibai still has some time to usher in a period of weakness, Li Changsheng also needs to be familiar with the daily operations of being an Immortal Emperor. Fortunately, he was an Immortal Official before, so it shouldn't be a big problem after taking over.

Before taking over, he needs to reward the disciples who have done their best. The one who tore up the horse and the bird man is still on a mission, and he may not even be able to come back to participate in the handover ceremony. Wang Bingquan has been in the fairyland for so long , I have always only heard of that senior brother by his name.

Calling the two disciples to the front, the old man smiled and said:

"What rewards do you want, as long as you can do it as a teacher, but it doesn't matter."

Just as Pu Wen stretched his neck to speak, Wang Gingquan stopped him with his hand, and he cupped his hands and said:
"Master is about to be honored as the Immortal Emperor. If there is a way, there is no joke. What you say is like pouring water..."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, I know you haven't held your fart well, let's talk."

"Master is wise, that disciple will speak directly. How about master giving up the throne to our brothers for two days? Disciple occasionally wants to experience the pleasure of commanding the Three Realms."

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