Before leaving Iron Heart Island, Wang Hong knocked out Iron Madness and hung him on a flagpole in the center of the island.

Then he hung a letter under him, describing the matter of the Iron Slaughter and the imprisonment of the Iron God, stealing the beam and replacing it with the pillar, including the interrogation of the detention position, all of which were written together.

This time, he took the two treasures of Tiexin Island, and Wang Hong also felt a little unreasonable in his heart.

simply exposed the scourge of the Iron Slaughter, which can be regarded as helping Iron Heart Island to get to the bottom of it.

In this way, even if he comes to the door in the future, Wang Hong can be said to be the spoils of good deeds, as for whether they believe it or not, anyway, Wang Hong himself believes it.

"It's better to lock up the broken army first, even if he doesn't know that my goal is to slay dragons, but if the matter of gathering masters and divine soldiers leaks out, it is easy for some old monsters to guess my goal."

After Wang Hong left Iron Heart Island, he teleported to the Godless Palace and made love to Yan Ying for a while.

After finishing the things he loved to do, Wang Hong leaned back on the bed and thought carefully about slaying the dragon.

Now that the Seven Martial Dragons are left with only one nameless, this guy is not only the most difficult person to persuade, but also the easiest to coerce.

Of course, if you can persuade the other party well, Wang Hong is definitely unwilling to use some unconventional means, the Heavenly Sword that goes all out, and the nameless who is forced to go into battle are completely two concepts.

In addition to being nameless, Wang Hong is most worried about whether the news will leak.

Not to mention the Emperor Shakti, an old monster who has lived for two thousand years, even gods, demons, great masters and others, there is a high probability that they know the existence and weakness of the divine dragon.

If they really noticed it, when the time comes, a praying mantis catches cicadas and yellow finches will follow, and Wang Hong will be busy for others.

It was precisely in order to prevent the worst from happening that Wang Hong tried his best to let the warriors who participated in the battle willingly help him slay the dragon.

In this way, even if there is an accident, the peak powerhouse of the seven-person watch world can become Wang Hong's strong help.

These seven people each held a divine weapon and joined forces, even if the emperor Shakti and the great master, they had to weigh it carefully.

However, for this kind of thing as dragon slaying, it is best to work quietly, do not shoot guns, and completely eliminate all kinds of accidents as much as possible.

The next day, in the main hall of the Godless Palace, Wang Hong suddenly suppressed the broken army, took his two divine soldiers, and then said apologetically.

"I'm sorry, in the next year, you stay in the boxing tomb first, I will give you a swordsmanship comparable to the return of ten thousand swords, this year you have a good understanding of swordsmanship, it is strictly forbidden to contact anyone!"

After finishing speaking, Wang Hong stuffed the Heavenly Mandate Sword Dao obtained from Lingyun Cave into Po Jun's clothes, and then personally sent him into the fist tomb.

And although the person who broke the army has low emotional intelligence, he is not really stupid, otherwise he would not have survived until the late stage.

He knew very well that he couldn't resist Wang Hong's will, so he didn't say a word on the way, until he entered the fist grave and there were only the two of them left, and then he asked angrily.

"Why are you holding me?"

Wang Hong shook his head and said, "The reason doesn't matter, you just need to stay here honestly for a year and seriously comprehend this Heavenly Mandate Sword Dao." If you can succeed in this swordsmanship, you will have the strength to compete head-on with the nameless! ”

"Really? Why haven't I heard of this swordsmanship? Pojun asked incredulously.

As the son of the sect master of the Sword Sect, Po Jun's knowledge is definitely not bad, especially for the sword technique in the world, although he doesn't know much, but at least he can know it in his heart.

"Although the Sword Sect is a great sect of the sword, there are so many strong people in this world, how can you know everything?"

"This swordsmanship was created by the 'Top Ten Martial Artists' Wu Wuji."

"Let's put it this way, in terms of combat power, Wu Wushu and I are roughly at the same level, and Nameless has only half a foot in this level, understand?"

Wang Hong hoped that Pojun would stay in the boxing grave honestly, so he patiently explained to him.

"Okay, I won't tell you more, this year, I will have someone bring you food on time, you can practice your sword here." After speaking, Wang Hong walked towards the outside of the fist grave.

When he arrived at the entrance of the fist tomb, looking at the desperate heart of respectful waiting, Wang Hong seriously ordered:

"Take a good look at this guy who breaks the army, find a deaf and mute person to bring him food every day, and strictly prohibit other outsiders from contacting him for a year."

In fact, there is a high probability that the broken army will not be able to guess the reason why Wang Hongguan is close to him, so even if he is desperate to contact the broken army after he leaves, it is difficult to find out the key content.

At the same time, Yan Ying has been in the Godless Palace for more than ten years, although there are no strong people who have taken refuge in her, but her ears and eyes are all over the bottom.

Wang Hong would ask her to relax every week, and Yan Ying, in order to show her role, would inform him of some information between the sheets.

Even if he heard something from the broken army, if he wanted to spread the information, he would definitely have to go through some low-level ghost rakshasas, and this couldn't hide Yan Ying's ears and eyes.

"Alas, it's better to slaughter the broken army directly, it's really troublesome."

Wang Hong, who teleported to Baijian Villa again, couldn't help but sigh lightly.

Don't look at the merciless way he kills people at some times, but in the face of people who have surrendered and have no reason to kill, Wang Hong is really a little unable to do it.

He had already cultivated several demonic exercises, and his major in the Impermanence of Life and Death Technique was also a treasure book of the Netherworld, if he didn't control his heart anymore and casually broke through the bottom line, sooner or later he would have a big mess.

The Sword Master has recently taught Aotian a few swordsmanship, but as a result, he is completely desperate for this guy's understanding.

In the past ten years, the sword demon has really not hidden anything from Aotian, but even when there is no shortage of resources and famous teachers, he can also step into the congenital, which shows how unbearable Aotian's kendo talent is.

The Sword Saint, who couldn't bear it, simply threw the sword spectrum of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique to Aotian, and then stayed in the sword pool and didn't come out.

Wang Hong and Mrs. Ao laughed and talked a few words, and after learning about the situation of the Sword Saint, he comforted:

"Madame, don't worry too much, your grandson who is still in the womb is a natural swordsman, and he will teach him well after he is born, Aotian, I can help you stabilize the Sword Worship Villa for the time being."

Hearing Wang Hongye praise his unborn grandson like this, Mrs. Ao also completely put down some of her burdens, nodded and said:

"Baijian Villa still needs a lot of care from the prince, as for Tian'er, alas, forget it......"

The two talked as they walked, and soon came to the back mountain sword pool.

"Ready to meet Nameless?" The Sword Saint noticed that Wang Hong had walked in, so he opened his eyes and asked directly.

Wang Hong smiled and said, "It's time to go and see him, the first evil emperor has already negotiated, and this martial arts myth is left." ”

The Sword Saint bowed slightly, got up and walked outside with Wang Hong. And Aotian on the side also followed, and said to the two with a smile:

"Master, Wang Gongzi, can you also take me to see it."

The Sword Saint glanced at Aotian, the meaning was quite obvious, and he didn't want to take this embarrassing apprentice to see Nameless at all.

And Wang Hong thought for a while and said: "That's it, I'll go to Wushuang City to pick up Mingyue first, although she is not a disciple of her predecessors, but she is also a person from Wushuang City, and it is convenient for us to talk about things when the time comes." ”

Under Wang Hong's tutelage, Mingyue has blood Bodhi and pills to increase internal strength, and has recently stepped into the late congenital stage.

Wang Hong has never hidden anything from her, whether it is the liquefaction of true qi or the protection of the body, Mingyue has already mastered it.

And when she went to the Taggo Desert two years ago, the Sword Saint looked at Mingyue quite pleasantly, although she was not accepted as a disciple, but she taught her the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

The Phantom Demon Body Method and the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, even if the current Mingyue is against the Dugu side, it will have to take a hundred moves before it will fall into the disadvantage.

Youmingyue made a move to deal with Jian Chen, and Aotian only needed to shout "666" next to him.

Half an hour later, Wang Hong, Sword Saint, Mingyue, and Aotian appeared in Leyang Town.

Aotian, who saw the Dark Gate teleportation for the first time, was like a second fool, following behind the three of them with a confused face.

The Sword Master was too lazy to deal with this apprentice, but he didn't want to be embarrassed in front of his old opponent, his eyes flashed, and Aotian was suddenly awakened.

By the time this guy returned to normal, the four of them had already walked to the vicinity of Zhonghua Pavilion.

"It's really hidden in the city, who would have thought that Nameless would actually live in seclusion in such a place."

The Sword Master stood in front of the gate of the China Pavilion, carefully looked at the three big characters of "China Pavilion" on the plaque, and couldn't help sighing.

Words are like people, for ordinary people and even martial artists below the grandmaster, they will only think that these three words are very beautiful.

But when it comes to spiritual cultivation, the grandmaster powerhouse can sense an inexplicable emotional power of grief from these three words.

"His tragedy has not only harmed him, but also made him, and he can take that half step so quickly, and this grief is also indispensable."

Wang Hong shook his head, dispelled the influence of the nameless sword intent, and walked towards the interior of the Zhonghua Pavilion.

The Sword Master followed with a slight forehead, while Mingyue and Aotian were confused.

Even if Mingyue cultivated the Illusion Demon Body Method, her spiritual power was stronger than that of the normal innate nature, but she only faintly sensed that those three words were not simple, and there was still a long way to go from sensing the sword intent between the words.

Not to mention Aotian, he could only follow behind in ignorance.

At this time, it happened that breakfast had passed, and before lunch arrived, there were no other guests in the Zhonghua Pavilion except for a few men and the shopkeeper.

Seeing Wang Hong and the others walking into the door, a guy immediately greeted him and asked with a smile:

"A few guest officers, are you going to be a top hat or staying in a hotel!"

Wang Hong casually shot a gold ingot on the counter, and then smiled and said:

"First of all, give me all the good dishes in your store."

Although the Sword Saint and the others didn't know the meaning of Wang Hong's move, they all followed behind and found a table to sit down.

Although Wang Hong's secret weapon technique of shooting gold is not bad, Zhonghua Pavilion also often receives some martial arts people, so the guy and the shopkeeper didn't think much about it, just let the kitchen serve good wine and good food.

After waiting for a few cold dishes to come up, seeing that Aotian and the others didn't move their chopsticks, Wang Hong said with a smile:

"Eat with confidence, I once had the honor to worship a master, and his honorific name is 'Poison Sect'."

"Although I haven't learned all of his poison skills, there are really few poisons that can be hidden from me today."

"Besides, although this nameless person has a lot of problems, his character is trustworthy, no matter what we come from, he will not play such a thing as poisoning."

"In addition to Nanshanqiao's predecessors, has my cousin worshiped any other masters?" Mingyue asked with some curiosity.

Wang Hong nodded and said, "Not a person in the world. ”

Hearing Wang Hong say this, both the Sword Saint and Mingyue showed a sudden expression, mistakenly thinking that it was the master he worshipped in the ancient ruins.

This kind of situation of passing on from generation to generation has also appeared many times in the Fengyun world, and the inheritance of the saints is not only the patent of literati.

A young man who has just come out of the rivers and lakes unexpectedly obtains the inheritance of the ancient power, and then dominates the world for a while, which is exactly what the low-level martial artists in the Fengyun world yearn for the most.

Not to mention Wang Hong and the others who were chatting while eating, the shopkeeper who was standing nearby waiting for orders listened to the conversation of several people, and his face became more and more unsightly.

These people actually knew that the boss of the China Pavilion was nameless!

However, although this person is a shopkeeper, he has also been in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, so he has no city government and patience at all.

He first made a secret gesture to the shopkeeper, and then walked quietly to the back room.

"These people are not good at estimating, and they actually know the identity of our boss!"

When the shopkeeper also came to the back room, the shopkeeper immediately retold the content of the conversation between several people.

"You continue to go to the lobby to stare, I'll go to the boss to discuss!"

After listening to the shopkeeper's words, he was also a little surprised, mistakenly thinking that a few people were enemies, so he hurriedly left Zhonghua Pavilion through the back door and walked towards the nameless residence not far away.

Just when Wang Hong and the others were almost eating, the door of the Zhonghua Pavilion slowly closed, and a crying erhu sound suddenly sounded from the back of the lobby.

The erhu is melodious and tactful, full of grief, desolation, and grievance, and is disconnected and floating.

This faint erhu sound made the people in the lobby can't help but be immersed in it, forgetting everything, as if fame and fortune in the world can be thrown away.

Even at this moment, the Sword Saint has the urge to let go of past grievances and completely escape the world.

"Knock, knock, knock......"

Just when everyone was about to be brainwashed by the sound of erhu, a deep and rich, domineering, and battlefield killing drumbeat suddenly resounded through the world, and the wind and clouds changed color!

Wang Hongzheng sat on the wine table with a serious face, tapping the table with two wooden chopsticks.

But under the influence of his extremely strong spiritual power, the sound of wooden chopsticks hitting the table turned out to be a giant drum on the battlefield, like thunder rolling, high and low, fast and slow.

Wang Hong's own musical attainments are very average, but he has learned a unique art in Dongwu Prefecture - illusion technique.

In this way, you can use your mental power to play the music you remember in the ears of others.

Originally, this was just an entertainment technique, but after Wang Hong modified it in combination with the Heart-Snatching Dafa, it became a powerful sound attack method.

The crowd who had just been affected by the sound of erhu and were depressed quickly recovered under Wang Hong's fierce drumbeat.

Mingyue, Aotian, and several young guys from the Zhonghua Pavilion were all a little eager to try at this moment, their faces flushed, and their blood seemed to be about to boil.

In fact, these people were only affected, and the real target who was locked by Wang Hong was the one who pulled the erhu behind the lobby.