Chapter 210

Wang Xiaoming listened to Ti Shutian's slightly questioning rhetorical question, his face was slightly unnatural, and he immediately coughed lightly and said, "I just know, anyway, if you don't let me comprehend the Jiuyang Heavenly Technique, I will stay at the top of this Yongxu." ”

Seeing that the white-clothed child in front of him, who was about seven or eight years old, was so persistent that he actually wanted to learn his own martial arts, he suddenly had a helpless thought.

After all, this mysterious child is of unknown origin, and he seems to know himself very well.

There was a bad idea in Ti Shutian's heart, that is, whether this person was sent by the Black Sea Prison.

However, after pondering for a while, Ti Shutian's face was calm, and he looked at Wang Xiaoming carefully, seeing that he was still young and upright, and it seemed that there was a fairy aura all over his body, and he was even more puzzled in his heart.

"What? Are you doubting my identity?" Wang Xiaoming looked at the tired harvest and groaned, didn't speak for a long time, kept looking at himself, a sly smile appeared on his pink and fair little face, and said meaningfully: "Let me guess, are you wondering, am I sent by the Black Sea Prison?"

Tired Shutian's body trembled slightly, and he seemed to be very shocked in his heart, thinking that this little friend named Bai Xianjun could actually guess it.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the expression of Tired Harvest Heaven, thinking that he might have guessed correctly, then at this time, I am afraid that it is the period when Tired Harvest Heaven, Yuan Infinite has become the leader of the righteous path, and he and Su Huanzhen have fought against the evil forces together.

At this stage, the so-called evil force must be the Black Sea Prison.

The king of Hades, who later led to the opening of the six kings.

As the first Hades to come out, he is indeed the No. 1 person, and he has nineteen sons under his knees, but the so-called nineteen sons are all chess pieces under the ambition of Hades.

In the end, it's not about to be devoured.

Having said that, today's tired harvest heaven is in its heyday, and the martial arts he has learned all over his body are also endless, and he is one of the three veins of heaven, earth and man, and Daozhen Bei Fangxiu, can indeed be used as one of the leaders of the righteous path.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Ti Shutian and didn't speak, but said softly: "I'm just an idle cloud and wild crane, in this bitter realm martial arts, I don't have any reputation, naturally I can't be a person from the Black Sea Prison, you can rest assured!"

When he heard Wang Xiaoming's words, he felt that he could only believe half of what he said, so he said, "How can I prove it?"

Wang Xiaoming was stunned, secretly thinking that this Bei Fangxiu was really not easy to fool, and then said: "How do you want me to prove it?"

Ti Shutian pondered for a while, and also figured out how to make Wang Xiaoming prove that he was not from the Black Sea Prison, looking at him upright, he immediately said: "Okay.... I believe that you are not from the Black Sea Prison, but if you want to learn the Nine Yang Heavenly Technique, it will not work. ”

Wang Xiaoming was stunned, thinking that it was indeed not very reliable to ask someone to learn martial arts, since it was not soft enough, then it would be hard and directly fight him, so it would be a good way to learn.

"System, can you learn in the process of fighting this task?" Wang Xiaoming asked the system.

The system designates the host to learn, that is, to comprehend through learning, which needs to rely on your own comprehension ability, the system will not give any help, but what is the way you learn, the system is inconvenient to ask!]

Listening to the prompt sound of the system, he nodded with a smile on his face, thinking that in this way, he could compete with him with confidence.

"Since you don't want to teach me, then I'll come to teach and learn, the true lineage, the famous sword known as Beifangxiu is nameless and tired, what is so powerful. Wang Xiaoming said, his face was slightly cold, and he held it with one hand, and the Qinglian Sword flashed in his hand and appeared in his hand.

An invisible wind and waves of energy, thinking of the tired harvest swept away.

In the face of Wang Xiaoming's momentum and coercion, he was tired of hearing the wind and did not move, but he was still swept by the strong wind, blowing his long golden hair fluttering, and his golden robe hunting.

At this moment, the tired harvest sky is like a golden lotus standing proudly on the snowy mountain, resolute and unmoving.

Wang Xiaoming knew that this tired harvest was arrogant by nature, and he looked at himself as a child, so he would never do it first, but Wang Xiaoming just wanted to set out his moves and the essence of swordsmanship, so he naturally didn't care so much, so he stabbed him directly.

"Boo"

The sound of the sword sounded, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and a white sword qi swirled around, and when Wang Xiaoming's sword came out, it stabbed towards the tired harvest sky.

Tired of collecting Tian's body moved slightly, just dodging, and had no intention of making a move, even the floating dust in his hand did not wave, it was very flexible, and he avoided Wang Xiaoming's attack.

Although Ti Shutian had no intention of making a move, but seeing that Wang Xiaoming's moves were very powerful, and the speed of the sword was very fast, he even felt that at such an age, with such an accomplished kendo talent, this little friend was really not to be underestimated.

Seeing that Ti Shutian was just blindly defending and dodging, Wang Xiaoming's face did not show any anger, but the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he said softly: "I haven't come out of the sword yet, I'm going to make a big move next." ”

Tired of collecting Tian's expression moved slightly, and retreated a little, widening the distance between him and Wang Xiaoming.

As soon as Wang Xiaoming's words fell, he was full of strength, and waved the Qinglian Sword in his hand, using the mastery of returning ten thousand swords to the sect.

The sky was full of sword rain, white light flashing, brilliant and dazzling, overwhelmingly stabbing towards the tired harvest sky.

Seeing this, his eyes moved slightly, and he took a step back, and then he had the idea of defending himself.

I saw him raise his fingers lightly, and the famous sword pendant behind him spun up, and an abrupt golden light flashed, and the famous sword came out of its sheath.

The golden light in the air was shining, as dazzling as the morning glow covered the sky, and the fierce golden sword qi swept through, waving constantly when the white sword light swept and fell.

The golden sword was clenched, the Dao body did not move, comparable to the power of the Nine Heavens, the famous sword waved in his hand, and the golden sword shadows divided into countless sword shadows, making the golden sword light rising from the sky on the ground actually surrounded Wang Xiaoming's entire person, forming a huge sword array.

Wang Xiaoming urged the Ten Thousand Swords to return to the sect, and looked at the tired harvest heaven actually using the Dao Zhen One Pulse Peerless Learning, his face changed slightly, he observed carefully, and muttered in his mouth: "This is a skillful and infinite change!"

Just as Wang Xiaoming's words fell, he saw the figure of the tired harvest Tianwei'an, full of extraordinary momentum, sword qi vertical and horizontal, golden light shining, the sword light in the sky rotated around his body, pulling countless golden lights to rotate and expand, and it was also aimed at Wang Xiaoming's countless sword rain slamming down.

The white sword light and the golden sword light collided in the air, and every collision would be a burst of fierce sword qi catharsis, sweeping in all directions, nine heavens and ten earths, leaving sword marks one after another.

The crisp sound of "bell...", the two collided at the same time, reaching a critical point, exploding, and shaking the two back.

Tired Shutian stepped back, his face was slightly gloomy, and his eyes looked at Wang Xiaoming tightly: "Xianjun Xiaoyou's strength is extraordinary, and the number of martial arts paths used is also amazing, dare to ask you what you are learning from?"

"I've said it all, I have no door and no faction, and I have a crane in the clouds. Wang Xiaoming took the Qinglian Sword in his hand behind the back of his hand, and said with a smile: "It's you, as soon as the nameless golden sword comes out, it is really extraordinary, and it really deserves to be Bei Fangxiu." ”

"Immortal Jun praises!" Tired of collecting the sky, he also collected the sword, and the originally solemn expression on his face eased slightly, and said politely.

(End of chapter)