surnamed Wang

Chapter 683

Seeing the woman easily retrieve the rope, Wang Binquan said with a little embarrassment:

"Let's hurry up, we are not far from the imperial court."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to go to the imperial court."

After the woman finished speaking, she stretched out her bright red nails.

At this moment, an explosion sounded from the sky, and a ball of hot fireball with a red tint of gold flew towards it. Seeing this, the monks along the way hurriedly cast spells to hinder it.

One of the Mahayana monks took out a clear white porcelain tea bowl, tipped it down slightly, and drew a torrent out of thin air.

The speed of the fireball remained unabated and went upstream, and the river water along the way turned into white mist and rose, refracting a brilliant rainbow in the star field.

This scene was like a dream, and Wang Gangquan stood there with his eyes dazed, muttering to himself:

"She stepped on colorful auspicious clouds to marry me."

When all the water in the river was dried up, the teacup in the hands of the Mahayana outside the territory also shattered with a "bang". Although his heart ached, but facing the scorching heat that was approaching, he had to dodge aside to avoid the sharp edge.

As the fireball approached Wang Gingquan, the scarlet flames dissipated, revealing a woman in the dazzling red dress who had killed all directions just now, with a slight smile on her face at the moment.

"You came?"

"I am coming."

The extremely unnutritious dialogue was stunned by the two of them, and it smelled of honey, and then fermented into a faint sour smell, which made everyone present silent.

The person who came was Yu Hong, whom Wang Gangquan had been looking for all the way. The other party had reached the soul resident stage, and with the blessing of his natal supernatural power, he would not dare to get close to him in the ordinary Mahayana stage.

Wang Gingquan didn't pay attention to her cultivation, but focused on the hairpin on the woman's head, which was the apricot branch he gave and she still wore it.

At this time, an old man in gray clothes flew from a distance in a bit of a panic, his cultivation level was also Mahayana, he glanced at the woman, then at Wang Quanquan, and immediately understood.

"Grandpa, I have to work." The woman said softly.

The old man forced a smile on his face, looked at Wang Quanquan and said:

"Surely this is the disciple of Immortal Emperor Changsheng?"

Although Wang Gingquan didn't know the other party's identity, he guessed it from Yan Hong's words, stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Junior Zhao Zhiyi, I have met senior Yan."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, then said to Yan Hong: "I have led the pursuers away, let's get out of here quickly."

"You Three Immortal cultivators, you come and go whenever you want, are you too arrogant?" Ning Ji, who had never made a sound from the beginning to the end, said in a cold voice, and the mourning stick and the hanging rope appeared in her hand at the same time.

Seeing this, Wang Gangquan quickly dodged away from the other party, and at the same time winked at Shi Tongtian and others in the distance.

The Shitongtian golden hoop was in the lead, and he wanted to stop talking, so he could only come to Wang Bingquan's side, while Hai and Yue stood there without moving, as if they had made up their minds to watch a play.

This is no wonder for them, after all, for the two of them, the closest person in the world is by their side, so there is no need to risk their lives for an empty promise.

Wang Bingquan had already seen through this kind of dishonesty behavior, and did not force it. He and Yan Hong smiled and displayed their supernatural powers.

A scorching flame burst out from Yan Hong's body, and the woman in the same red dress on the opposite side seemed not to be afraid, but took a step forward instead, with a faint cold aura on her body.

This is the advantage of the Nether clansmen. With their souls, they are not afraid of cold and heat, and their pain will be greatly reduced. Only when facing the magic weapon that restrains evil spirits, will they show their disadvantages.

How could Wang Gingquan, a person full of routines, fail to notice this, the two swords in his hands transformed into a peach branch in full bloom, and said with a smile at the corner of his mouth:

"Today, the young master will come to fight ghosts with a peach branch."

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In the northern battlefield, the three major forces, Lingyun, Yaci, and Jutu, joined forces with the Bi family, one of the five great families, to fight against the enemy.

The Lingyun sect sent out Li Heixiong, Nan Fengao, Shen Xiao and others, and Wu Beiyao, who had never shown himself in the sect, was in charge of commanding.

Wu Beiyao has always looked lazy, even on the battlefield of tens of thousands of people. Since the small competition of the sect 300 years ago, he has always maintained his cultivation in Yuanying, during which time he was regarded as a torture by many younger generations. The sword stone challenged, but the result was a disastrous failure without exception.

In the past 100 years, few people who don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth dare to seek bad luck. Even the best in the same realm have to weigh themselves carefully before sending out invitations.

These people still lost in the end, and Wu Beiyao never showed his full strength. The only time the man took it seriously was when he faced Xihong, who had reached the late Yuanying stage.

The two of them fought for an hour in that battle, and finally, after the woman baked all the water on the ring, the man finally surrendered with a wry smile on his face.

Since then, no one dared to underestimate him, even the Great Elder of Lingyun Sect had to be polite when he saw him.

……

"Golden Guang, you kid can do it, but you actually got the daughter of the five big families, the Bi family." In the corner of the battlefield, two figures sat chatting together while taking a break.

The blond-haired man has a handsome face, which is much more pleasing to the eye than the wretched guy next to him. Hearing the teasing of the other party, he said with a little doubt:
"Master, what do you mean by 'ba'?"

"It's just bubbles."

"Xiaomei is not tea, how do you make it?"

"I have to ask your master about it. His skills in this area are enough for me to learn for a lifetime. Martial nephew, my uncle asks you, how did you and Fairy Bi's... get along with each other?"

The handsome young man scratched his head and said, "I didn't know that Xiaomei came from the five major families, so they got together as soon as they looked pleasing to the eye."

Then, he suddenly smiled and said:
"Uncle, you must have taken a fancy to Chi Zunling."

"How do you know it?"

"It's all written on your face."

A shrewdness flashed in Jin Jinguang's eyes, and the man he called his uncle was Pu Wen, who claimed to be "the most affectionate soul".

Pu Wen looked in surprise at the nephew who was originally a big yellow dog, and said truthfully:
"Brother told me to have a thick skin when chasing girls. I followed his method, but it didn't work."

Jin Guang looked around to make sure no one noticed, then whispered:
"Uncle, when I was not in human form, the people on the mountain regarded me as an ordinary yellow dog, and I did not shy away from speaking and doing things, and I also saw a lot of interesting things.

The master's method of planting flowers all over the mountains and plains is so novel that it can be said that it has never been done before, and many people followed suit later, but how many of them succeeded?

Master said that the first one to compare a woman to a flower is a genius, the second is a mediocrity, and the third is a fool.

The teacher loves flowers herself, and the teacher does what she likes, and that's how she succeeds. When dealing with other girls, the teacher has a different way. For example, the green fairy, who has a tricky temper, the teacher does the opposite and goes against her. Now you look……"

Jin Guang pursed his lips, Pu Wen followed his gaze and looked at the woman in the distance, Fang Wangfuyan stared blankly at the center of the star field, wondering what he was thinking.

Since Wang Gangquan disappeared, she traveled tens of thousands of miles from the west to the north to look for it. She would not believe any dogs.

Golden Light continued at this time:

"I'm not as capable as Master. I can make all the fairies I've seen lose their souls, but I understand a truth. Sincerity is the ultimate skill. If you like Fairy Chixia'er, Master, why don't you tell her clearly?"

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(End of this chapter)