"I heard the hanged ghost say just now, don't let Tie Bingliang use the magic weapon, hand-to-hand combat is bare-handed, the hanged ghost said so, Tie Bingliang will listen to him?"

This question, Wang Jue was a little puzzled in his heart, if it was himself, even if he agreed in advance, he would have to act at the right time, knowing that he was not an opponent and still using his fists, unless his head squeezed the crack in the door.

"This is an unwritten rule in the five major sects of the Yue Kingdom, those with low cultivation can make this request to those with high cultivation, and if they refuse, they can refuse to duel with each other. The white-faced scholar explained to Wang Jue.

"It's impossible for a high cultivator to refuse, this is equivalent to letting a low cultivator bow his head, even if he knows that his bare hands are not an opponent, he can't let a few words scare him away. Wang Jue said to the white-faced scholar.

"Wang Jue Daoyou is so right, everyone is like this, sometimes face is more important than life, and it is better to die than to lose face. The white-faced scholar said.

"I don't agree with what you think, I'm different from what you think, face is not as important as life, as the saying goes! It's better to die than to live, and there's no shame in running away if you can't fight." Wang Jue said with a smile.

"This is the wisdom of the benevolent and the wise, each with his own opinion, my brother is back. ”

"While the hanged ghost is being flattened, I will give you the elixir from last time, you can also take inventory, and you will also give me the spirit grass to refine the elixir or something. Wang Jue looked at the white-faced scholar and waited for him to take off the storage bag.

"Okay!"

After the white-faced scholar agreed, he reached out and took off the storage bag and handed it directly to Wang Jue, who handed him the storage bag in his hand at the same time.

"The numbers are all right, thank you Wang Jue!" The white-faced scholar hugged Wang Jue's fist.

When the white-faced scholar spoke to Wang Jue, his eyes still glanced north from time to time, to be honest, he was not worried that the hanged ghost was fake, after all, the hanged ghost was his own brother.

"the hanged ghost, I don't think you look like a hanged ghost now, your nose is blue and your face is swollen and you look better than before, I'll give you a suggestion, when your face is better, find someone to flatten you, you think about my suggestion." Looking at the hanged ghost standing opposite the white-faced scholar, Wang Jue smiled.

"Wang Jue, Daoyou, don't make fun of me, with my current virtue, it's not as good as the appearance of the hanged ghost!" said the hanged ghost with a bitter face.

"I'm wondering, how did Tong Ling become your dream lover, her appearance is very beautiful, but there are many good women in Xuantian Continent, as the saying goes, two-legged toads are not easy to find, and there are living people with two legs, and the Silver Sword Sect is not without good-looking girls. Looking at the appearance of the hanged ghost, Wang Jue couldn't cry or laugh.

"Wang Jue doesn't know, I'm not a person who likes Tong Ling, I just like to listen to her voice, her voice is like heaven, it's so good. The hanged ghost explained to Wang Jue.

"I don't understand, Tong Ling's voice is indeed very good, but no matter how good it sounds, it won't reach the level of your obsession, by the way, did you hear Tong Ling's voice again just now?" Wang Jue deliberately teased the hanged ghost.

"I heard it, when I was fighting with Tie Bingliang, Tong Ling stood in the distance, and her mouth never stopped. The hanged man said with great certainty.

"Oh, what did she say?" you say, come and listen!" Wang Jue asked with great interest.

"Tong Ling said: Hit hard, hit hard, it's better to beat people's heads into dog heads!"

The hanged ghost said very vividly, and vividly restored the original scene, painting voices and colors, and imitating Tong Ling's expression at that time.

"Isn't it a nice sound?" Wang Jue looked at the hanged ghost and began to tease him.

"Isn't it good? It's so good, alas! It's a pity, Tong Ling just said it once and didn't say it. The hanged man said, shaking his head.

"Why don't you say it?" Wang Jue asked with a smile on his face.

"Why? Tie Bingliang punched me three times, and then walked away! The hanged man said fiercely.

"It's really useless, the people of the Chang family have made you lose everything, Tong Ling is scolding you, do you still think it sounds good?"

The white-faced scholar spoke very civilly, never with dirty words, this time let the hanged ghost break the precedent, after finishing speaking, he still felt angry, raised his leg and kicked the hanged ghost's buttocks.

"Big brother, why are you kicking me all the time, Tong Ling's voice is already good! This is something that everyone in the five major sects knows. ”

The hanged ghost made the white-faced scholar kick him away, and after a somersault to stand firm, he immediately yelled at the white-faced scholar.

"Hurry up, go back to the sect, I'll be embarrassed with you, Wang Jue Daoyou smiled and said goodbye!" The white-faced scholar hurriedly hugged Wang Jue's fist, and ran down the mountain.

"Wang Jue Daoyou, I forgot one thing, which made this uncompetitive brother so angry that I forgot it. ”

After seeing the two of them go down the mountain, Wang Jue was just about to retract his gaze, and the white-faced scholar returned, and while talking to Wang Jue, he took off a storage bag from his waist.

"I've given me all the spirit grass this time, what else do you want to give me?"

After the white-faced scholar took off the storage bag, he walked directly to Wang Jue, obviously to give it to him, Wang Jue asked him with some doubts.

"The compensation for our destruction of the Heart Cultivation Palace, there is not a lot of gold, only one million taels, hehe! This bit of gold is still exchanged for the lower grade spirit stone. When he said this, the white-faced scholar came to the opposite side of Wang Jue.

"I'm joking with you, you are still serious, do I lack this bit of gold? It's just 10,000 taels of gold, take it back!" Wang Jue waved his hand at the white-faced scholar.

"Thank you Wang Jue Daoyou! Farewell!" This time, the white-faced scholar really left and never came back.

Time passed day by day, Wang Jue just sat on the stone table on the top of the mountain, and after refining three rounds of elixir for the five major sects of the Yue Kingdom, before he knew it, more than seven months had passed.

On this day, Lu Buping came as promised, Wang Jue had already put the storage bag of the Xi Fu Sect on the stone table, and the first time Lu Buping sat down, Wang Jue handed him the storage bag.

"This is the last alchemy. ”

Easily took the storage bag handed by Lu Buping, Wang Jue looked at Lu Buping, and after hearing this, Lu Buping showed a surprised expression on his face.

"The last time, Brother Wang Jue, you're leaving Jicheng, didn't you say you were going to stay here for three years?" Lu Buping asked with a puzzled face.

"After refining a round of elixir for you, it is estimated that there are less than two months left, my cultivation has been loosened, and I can break through a little bit, and I will leave Jicheng after leaving the customs. Wang Jue said to Lu Buping.

"Congratulations to Brother Wang Jue! Breaking through cultivation is a major event, this matter cannot be delayed, and I hope to see Brother Wang Jue in the future." ”

Lu Buping got up from the stone bench and bowed solemnly towards Wang Jue, before grabbing the storage bag from the stone table.

After sending off the uneven road, Wang Jue was still sitting cross-legged on the stone table, everything was going according to plan, and he was about to leave Jicheng soon, and he was ready to think about the next trip.

In the days that followed, Tie Bingliang and Tong Ling came to the General's Mansion, the five major sects of the Yue Kingdom, and started a competition for the accumulation of elixirs.

If he didn't want to leave Jicheng, he hoped that the elixir competition of the five major forces would not stop, so that he could accumulate enough spirit stones.

For Wang Jue, the spirit stone is the foundation of cultivation, but it is impossible for him to stay in Jicheng all the time, his goal is not here, but the broader continent.

Whether it was Tie Bingliang Tong Ling, or the white-faced scholar and the hanged ghost, Wang Jue told them the original words again as he said to Lu Buping, so as not to let them run in vain.

When the time entered the eleventh month, Erha came out of the fangs space with two storage bags hanging around his neck, one of which contained the elixir refined for the Silver Sword Sect.

"Dead Wang Jue, aren't you going into retreat? Go to the space now! I'm waiting outside for the white-faced scholar and the hanged ghost, his uncle's. ”

The moment Erha appeared on the stone table, he immediately urged Wang Jue to retreat quickly, and this thing's attention to Wang Jue's breakthrough has exceeded his concern for himself.

"The retreat is not here for a short time, I'd better wait for them! These two brothers are very interesting, they are about to leave Jicheng, how can they start and finish well. ”

When talking to Erha, Wang Jue's eyes always looked at the south, and as soon as he finished speaking to Erha, the two figures entered the line of sight, although they couldn't see clearly, but, because they were familiar with each other, they could recognize each other with a sweep of their eyes.

"The white-faced scholar and the hanged ghost are here, after handing over the elixir to them, I will immediately retreat, you take care of it outside for the time being, and deal with it decisively. Retracting his gaze, Wang Jue said to Erha.

"It's all a trivial matter, what I'm most concerned about is that you hurry up and retreat, hurry up and break through the cultivation, hehe! Xuantian Continent, Ben Erha is coming! ”

Seeing that Wang Jue is about to retreat, this product is more concerned than his own cultivation, and it seems that the temptation given by the Xuantian Continent is not small.

After a while, the white-faced scholar Chang Lai and the hanged ghost Chang Zai arrived at the top of the mountain and walked directly to the stone table.

"Daoyou Wang Jue, it's not too late for us to come! Lingcao is here again, the sect is not over yet, my legs are about to run thin, you see!"

Standing opposite Wang Jue, the hanged ghost raised one leg and pulled his trouser leg upward, letting Wang Jue see his hemp stick-like legs.

"It's not wrong to tell you to hang a ghost, you look at this leg, the bones are covered with a layer of skin, and the bone frame is about the same, you are a living ghost. Looking at the leg of the hanged ghost, Wang Jue kept shaking his head.

"Hehe, hey, I was originally called the Hanged Ghost, but am I just a living ghost? I just make everyone else afraid of me, so I feel happy. ”

The hanged ghost laughed, making Wang Jue even sarcastic, this shelf is not on fire at all, and it can be seen that the skin is not ordinarily thick.

"Not to mention, you also don't look like a ghost at that time, that time, Tie Bingliang was beaten by a stink, and the hanged grimace turned into a colorful face, and it looked like a person. Wang Jue then teased the hanged ghost.

"Wang Jue Daoyou is really joking, that time it was like a person, alas! Let you take me to the ditch, I was originally a human being, and this has nothing to do with being like a person. The hanged man suddenly woke up and shook his head.