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Chapter 393 Seniors and Juniors

On the outskirts of the camp, on a very large training ground, two teams of armored sergeants were practicing with hundreds of Qi Practitioners to charge into the formation. The Qi Practitioners were responsible for providing spell assistance to the square formation, while Sergeant Founder was responsible for charging into the formation.

Although they are all small spells, such as ground stabbing technique, water sword technique, green wood technique, etc., if these spells are coordinated properly, coupled with some magic circle assistance, ordinary monks who enter the country will be injured accidentally.

However, it is not easy to train well, because charging in the military formation is a collective action, and if the Qi practitioner's spells are not used well, his own people will be accidentally injured.

The people responsible for the training mission were Xuan He and Liu Yu, the Taiwei sent by the Chu court.

At this moment, Xuan He, Liu Yu, and the two armored sergeants and Qi practitioners they trained were all standing neatly, facing Wang Ping hovering in the sky, and solemnly saluted and kowtowed.

Xuan He had a complicated heart. There was a time when people around him compared him with the man in the sky. Although he had the idea of ​​competing with the man in the sky partly because of his master's orders, deep down in his heart There are also many people who are dissatisfied.

But the reality is cruel. After he realized this cruelty, he is now convinced. This is the drama of life. He dramatically convinced his former enemies, but at the same time he became incompatible with his benevolent teacher. .

Among the hundreds of thousands of people at the scene, not only Xuan He lamented the drama of everything in the world, but everyone also sighed like this, especially monks like Wu Quan who had practiced for nearly a thousand years. They had never dared to imagine that one day before this Will launch an attack on Zhenyang Mountain, even they feel a little unreal now.

Wang Ping looked at the army gathered below, and the first thing he thought of was not the war with Zhenyang Mountain, but the time when he responded to the call of Daozang Palace and went to Yongming Port to quell the so-called Taiyin evil cultivator's unrest.

The two sides looked at each other from a distance across the vast forest of candle trees in the middle. After a few breaths, the leader, Taoist Chang Jing, first performed a Taoist hand-bowing salute, and slowly flew over to Wang Ping with the remaining six third-level monks around him.

"He is Taoist Chang Jing. I have heard his name for five or six hundred years, but I have never had the chance to meet him." Wu Quan looked at Chang Jing's eyes in surprise, "I heard that he has never left Zhenyang. Shan, and has never run for any seat in Daozang Palace.”

But soon, Wang Ping woke up from his complicated thoughts. On the one hand, hundreds of thousands of people were waiting for him at the scene. On the other hand, the Zhenyang Sect, perhaps affected by the arrival of Wang Ping and others, the Zhenyang Sect hundreds of miles away Streams of light also flashed in front of Yangshan Mountain, and silhouettes appeared one after another.

He had just established the foundation at the time, just like the low-level monks below who were drifting with the tide. Most of them had no idea what had happened. They were just swept into this battlefield by the general trend, and their life and death were beyond their control.

"The leader is Taoist Chang Jing, the leader of the True Yang Sect. He is a direct disciple of Taoist Guangzuo." Hu Yin glanced past Hu Qianqian and looked at the seven third-level monks of the True Yang Sect who were flying over. Ping introduction.

Now he has become the decision-maker that he yearned for and resented at the beginning. To be precise, he is the decision-maker on the surface. The hundreds of thousands of soldiers and Qi practitioners gathered below should have the same mood as him at the beginning.

"What are you going to do?" Gan Xing asked more realistically.

"How about killing them here? They must have a lot of good things in them!" This was the suggestion of the Sheep Demon Mountain Guard, but his tone was mostly joking.

Wang Ping smiled and said to his left and right: "Go and meet them first."

After saying that, he immediately flew forward, and Wu Quan and other seven Third Realm monks immediately followed behind him.

Under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and practitioners on both sides, they flew faster and faster towards each other. The distance of a hundred miles passed in an instant. Both sides stopped suddenly when they were hundreds of feet away from each other, just hovering in Shuanghe City. above. "Hearing is worse than meeting. Taoist friend Changqing really has profound luck and abundant luck. I am really envious of him."

Chang Jing cupped his fists to deal with Wang Ping. He first said polite words, and then without waiting for Wang Ping's response, he changed the subject and said, "It's just that fellow Taoist, why do you want to go against the will of heaven again this time? I'm afraid that Taoism will be hurt." Friends’ cultivation may even destroy their foundation.”

Wang Ping was well prepared for these words from Taoist Chang Jing. He always maintained the casual and open-minded expression of a monk and responded: "In front of seniors, the Taoist dare not praise the profound luck..." He bowed his hands in humility and saluted, "I have seen Chang Jing. Regards, Taoist Priest." Then he looked at the others, and he and Ruan Chunzi hugged each other in greeting, while he and Wen Yang just nodded in greeting.

After he met Chang Jing and the six monks around him, he formally responded to Chang Jing's warning: "The rise and fall of the world is a common thing. The True Yang Sect can't replace the way of heaven, right? You should go out of the True Yang Mountain and listen. If you listen to the voices of all people, you will understand what the way of heaven is!"

"You have been aloof for too long. I'm afraid you can't understand the meaning of Master Changqing's words, right?" Tongming Sanren, who was at the end of the queue on Wang Ping's right hand, rebuked Chang Jing in a slightly sarcastic tone, with a hint of disdain for the Zhenyang Sect in his voice. Deep hatred.

"A few ants can determine the number of days?" A Kunxiu wearing a light blue dress responded with disdain. There were heavy traces of the Yuqing Sect's spells on her body, similar to the aura of Huaimo Taoist next to Wang Ping.

"You still like to distort the moral principles of saints." Taoist Huaimo spoke with his fists clasped, his expression and movements full of politeness, but his words were also serious and warning.

After he finished speaking, he deliberately showed an expression of realization and said in a joking tone: "It turns out to be fellow Taoist Wenyuan. Have you forgotten how you were expelled from the Yuqing Sect? Now it seems that you have not changed at all and continue like this. I’m afraid I’m not far away from becoming possessed.”

"We have different ways, so we don't want to conspire against each other!" Taoist Wenyuan's cold eyes rested on Taoist Huaimo for a while, but he stopped arguing.

Wang Ping took a step out of the sky, his eyes fell on Chang Jing, and he cupped his fists and said: "As Taoist friend Wenyuan said, if the Tao is different, we will not conspire with each other. You and I don't have to talk about the way of heaven and the people, right?"

Taoist Chang Jing also took a step forward and looked at Wang Ping. "Fellow Taoist said this is true. This fight between you and me is inevitable. Friend Taoist, please show mercy when the time comes."

His words were a bit too polite.

Wang Ping didn't say anything more, and just made a polite hand gesture.

The other monks on both sides obviously know each other, some may be friends, and some may have a gap, but at this moment they have no intention of continuing to talk about the past.

When Wang Ping and Chang Jing ended their conversation, regardless of whether they had a relationship or a gap, they both politely clasped their fists and saluted each other.

Then, they followed Wang Ping and Chang Jing and flew to their respective camps.

The monks and soldiers on both sides breathed a sigh of relief. If they were given a choice, they would rather fight on the battlefield in person than have more than a dozen Third Realm monks fighting above their heads.

(End of this chapter)