surnamed Wang

Chapter 659
Yang Dingchun's current level of cultivation is in the stage of transforming into a god in the eight classics, and he has reached this level in just 200 years. Even Wang Gangquan can't help but look at him with admiration.

It's just that this girl's age and cultivation have improved, but her temper has not changed. Holding Hong Qingyan like a chicken, she approached the air step by step.

Seeing that his identity had been revealed, Wang Gingquan stopped pretending, ran his palm across his face, cupped his hands and said:
"Ziying met the young master."

Seeing the man's all-too-familiar face and smug expression, Yang Dingchun's eyes flashed a little complicated. She had imagined the scene of the two reuniting countless times, but none of them was the scene now.

"How did you come out of the Holy Spirit Realm?"

The woman's first sentence was not to ask why the other party lied to her. Perhaps she had suspected in her heart for a long time that Ziying's various abnormalities may have been taken away by others.

The woman's calm performance made Wang Gangquan a little helpless, he squeezed out a smile and said:

"I found a small path. Although I was close to death, I finally got out."

"You still have the nerve to laugh?!"

Yang Dingchun's long-accumulated resentment broke out at this moment, but the breakthrough point was quite strange. Wang Gangquan immediately looked solemn. He understood that once a woman decides that you are wrong, then everything you do is wrong.

The woman also realized that she had lost her composure. Facing the surprised gazes of the people around her, she threw Hong Qingyan aside and said calmly:
"Elder Guixu, I have some grievances with this person, and I will deal with him."

The old man had seen through everything a long time ago, he nodded with a smile and retreated to the distance.

"Dingchun, listen to my explanation."

"You still dare to call me that?"

"Then what do I call you, junior sister?"

"court death!"

As Yang Dingchun said, a golden spear appeared in his hand. Wang Bingquan knew that she was serious, sighed secretly, and took the lead in attacking with his sword.

……

On the other side, the battle between the evil spirit and the spirit monkey has been fought from mid-air to the sky. From the ground, even their figures cannot be found, but the roar from time to time in the sky shows the intensity of the battle.

The spirit monkey has fully revealed its true body at this moment, its size has become more than ten times larger, and the copper rod in its hand is like a towering giant tree. Every time it swings, even the clouds below will be stirred.

The face of the young man on the opposite side is still stern, but the black sword in his hand has turned into a pair of swords, and he moves forward and backward with certainty, using the Baiyujing sword technique unique to Sanxiandao.

Bai Yujing's swordsmanship focuses on meaning rather than form. The young man's moves are completely different from Zhao Shuquan's, but the sword intent in them is seven to eight points similar. If there is any difference, his swordsmanship is better than that genius swordsman .

Compared with the spirit monkey, the evil spirit looks thinner and smaller, but he can easily resist the attack every time. When he swings his two swords, he can put a lot of pressure on the opponent. Went to the eighth floor of Bai Yujing.

"Nine layers of star picking, evil light."

The young man whispered, and the two swords in his hands merged into a big black sword, and his whole body turned into a ray of black light on the sky, piercing straight between the monkey's eyebrows.

Knowing that this move was terrifying, the latter quickly stretched out the bronze rod in his hand, colliding with the black light.

There was another deafening noise, and the front end of the copper rod exploded in an instant, but the black glow still did not stop, and moved forward little by little. Sparks continued between the weapons, and the copper rod was shattered little by little.

Seeing that most of the weapons were destroyed, the spirit monkey said for the first time: "Big big, long long."

As the voice fell, the copper rod became longer again, and the evil spirit knew that it was meaningless to continue, so he drew his sword and stood up, staring at him.

The spirit monkey took back the weapon, brushed his palm, and the broken stick immediately returned to its original shape. He carried the copper stick on his shoulder, scratched his buttocks and said:

"Assuming you are smart, if you continue, Grandpa can play with you for a day."

"Inferior monster, if it wasn't for the deity's divine power being sealed, where would it be your turn to be presumptuous?"

The spirit monkey grinned happily when he heard the words:

"It's been an old calendar for so long, and the glory of the ancient gods is no longer there. Even the 'monsters' back then can still jump on the heads of you gods to shit."

The young man didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he raised his swords again, whispered "Picking the tenth floor of the star, the emperor's death", and charged forward.

……

The battle between Wang Bingquan and Yang Dingchun was not so much a fight for life and death, but more like a young couple flirting.

Not seen in 200 years, the woman's cultivation base has not lost to the Emperor's Guards. Unlike in the past, she also picked up a spear and fought hand-to-hand like a reckless man.

After 200 years of experience, his spear skills are far above that of Wang Gangquan, and even surpassed Gu Zhulu in terms of power and power, but he is much inferior in terms of ruthlessness and decisiveness. .

Wang Gangquan saw that the other party intended to give in, so he opened his mouth and said:

"Junior Sister, the three immortals of Yangcang have been fighting for a long time, so long that some people lost their lives because they did not know why they fought. You are the only daughter of the Emperor Yang, and I am a disciple of the Immortal Emperor. Why don't we sit down and have a good talk on behalf of the two worlds? Is this clearing up the misunderstanding?"

"Why would the Immortal Emperor accept such a stupid apprentice like you? If it were really that simple, the two worlds wouldn't have fought to the death for thousands of years."

At this moment, the way Yang Dingchun looked at him was clearly contemptuous with a hint of pity, and Wang Gangquan was very familiar with this - it was clearly the way he looked at an idiot.

As the only daughter of Emperor Yang, Yang Dingchun will definitely be exposed to many secrets. At least Emperor Yang will not be like his incomprehensible master who only thinks about how to cheat his apprentice all day long, so he said patiently:
"Junior Sister, what do you know?"

"I want to hear news from this young master, to see if you have the ability."

As the woman said, she swung out her spear, and when the opponent was parrying with weapons, the spear suddenly slammed open the two swords, and then drove straight in, piercing the opponent's heart.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, Wang Gingquan's mouth showed a smile of success. Yang Dingchun was startled, and faintly felt uneasy, but she didn't know where the uneasiness came from. She said coldly:
"He pretends to be a ghost when he is about to die."

At this moment, a big hand stretched out from behind without a sound, circled around the woman's neck, and grabbed her throat directly.

Yang Dingchun immediately froze in place, his face livid and said:
"Dun Lao, what do you want to do?"

The person who made the shot was the outlander cultivator who had been stabbed by Wang Bingquan's sword earlier.

……

Confusion flashed across the monk's eyes, and he said to Wang Quanquan:
"Master, are you going to kill her?"

"No, I still have something to ask her."

Wang Gangquan stepped forward slowly, and before he could ask any questions, Yang Dingchun took the lead and said:
"What did you do to him?"

"Tell me what I want to know first, and I'll tell you what's wrong with him."

"Humph!"

As a woman, she naturally does not want to be threatened by others, but as soon as she expressed her dissatisfaction, the cultivator behind her stepped up her hand and said coldly:

"If you disrespect your master again, I will kill you."

Although the woman was unwilling to give in, the increasingly difficult breathing made her have to let go of her dignity, and at the same time she was shocked by the loyalty of her subordinates to the enemy.

Seeing her like this, Wang Gingquan couldn't bear it, he waved his hands and said:
"To show my sincerity, let me say it first. Remember when Gu Zhulu committed suicide? I used the same trick."

Yang Dingchun immediately understood that the trip to the Holy Spirit Realm was too hasty, and she didn't pay much attention to Gu Zhulu's death. After returning to the sect, the more she thought about it, the more something went wrong.

In the end, she vaguely guessed that Ziying has a spell that can affect the mood of others, but now it seems that this spell is far more than that.

Wang Gangquan no longer pretended to be a fool, and said bluntly:
"As long as I touch a person, I can tamper with his memory."

As he spoke, he lightly tapped the woman's forehead with his fingers, and muttered:
"From now on, I will be your husband."

When the woman heard the words, her face was filled with astonishment, and her face was ashen.

……

(End of this chapter)