Wang Xing immediately led dozens of generals from the East China Sea and marched towards the Southern Dragon Palace. A day later, I came to the Dragon Palace of the South China Sea. The dragon god was quite excited to invite Wang Xing into the dragon palace. After chatting for a while, Wang Xing asked: "I like to chant sutras recently, I don't know if the dragon god is here, do you have any scriptures or something?"

The South China Sea Dragon God smiled and said, "Your Highness the True Dragon God, there are treasures in the Dragon Palace, as long as the True Dragon God does not dislike it, you can take anything." However, there are really no scriptures here. ”

Wang Xing nodded, he had inadvertently visited his treasure room just now, and he did not see any traces of scriptures in it. After that, after a banquet and entertainment, Wang Xing left the South China Sea Dragon Palace and went to the West Sea Dragon God Palace.

In the West Sea, the Dragon God of the West Sea is also warmly invited, but he has not seen the scriptures. After that, Wang Xing rushed to the Beihai Dragon Shrine non-stop. In the Beihai Dragon God Palace, the Beihai Dragon God who had died before had already been buried, and the new Dragon God ascended the throne. This dragon god was also when he was choosing the true dragon god that day, Wang Xing saw a sea general. This sea general admires Wang Xing for becoming the true dragon god of the four seas at such a young age, and the requirements for Wang Xing are simply endless.

"There are no scriptures in Beihai, but as far as I know, the previous Beihai Dragon God once sent people to find the scriptures in the mouth of the True Dragon God's Temple. The North Sea Dragon God said.

Wang Xing's heart moved, what he could attract the North Sea Dragon God to look for must be an unusual scripture, maybe it was the scripture he was looking for.

"Where is this person? Has he finally found the scriptures?" Wang Xing asked.

The sea general clapped his hands, and then a subordinate came and respectfully screamed the true dragon god and the North Sea dragon god, and then slowly arrived. It turned out that the dragon god of the North Sea had indeed sent him to the mainland to find a scripture, but this scripture eventually fell into the hands of a man named 'Stone Sword Swordsman'. So, I didn't get it. Then, the Beihai Dragon Divine Palace sent a large number of masters to kill the stone sword swordsman, and finally returned with a broken feather.

"Stone Sword Swordsman?" Wang Xing frowned slightly, as if he had never heard of this person on the mainland. Is it the most recent one?

Seeing the questioning expression on Wang Xing's face, the North Sea Dragon God beside him immediately spoke, "This stone sword swordsman is my friend, if the true dragon god wants to know, I can summon him." But whether he hands over the scriptures or not depends on his wishes!"

Wang Xing thanked him, he didn't expect that the Dragon God of the North Sea would have such a relationship with this person, it seems that he was really lucky. After living in the Beihai Dragon God Palace for more than half a month, the stone sword swordsman Shi Dang came to the Beihai Dragon God Palace. The man was about forty or fifty years old, and he carried a long stone sword behind him. There was a stone dragon flowing on the body of the long sword, and faintly, he could clearly perceive the true power flowing in it. This person's cultivation is not bad, and the stone sword is not ordinary.

"Oh, is this His Royal Highness the True Dragon God that has been rumored in the four seas in the past two days? His Highness and the true disciples of the Wang Clan's Martial Sect have some imagination!" Shi Dangdang said with a smile.

Wang Xing did not hide it, and directly reported that he was the true disciple of the Wang Martial Sect, Wang Xing.

"Sure enough, it is the true disciple of the Wang Clan's Martial Sect! His Royal Highness the True Dragon God is free to come and go in the Martial God Sect, and he plays with the disciples of the Martial God Sect in applause, he is simply a model for our martial artists!" Shi Dangdang said quite excitedly.

Wang Xing modestly said that he didn't dare, he didn't dare, and then opened his mouth to ask about the whereabouts of the scriptures.

"Oh, do you mean the one that the Beihai Dragon God wants? I sold it to an auction house in Qingyang City! The Beihai Dragon God never imagined that I would sell it!hahahaha!" Shi Dangdang finished speaking, and his mouth became bigger.

Wang Xing pondered for a moment, and according to what Shi Dangdang said, the scriptures were sold to the auction house in Qingyang City. This happened a year ago. There are quite a lot of martial artists in the auction house in Qingcheng, and in a year's time, if there is no auction, the scriptures are obviously still in the auction house. The secrets of this book are generally not noticed. He eventually deduced that the scriptures might still be in the martial arts auction house in Qingyang City.

Wang Xing didn't stop either, let the sea general of the East China Sea return to the East China Sea, and told the dragon god to go to Qingyang City to rest assured. Immediately, he said goodbye to the dragon god of the North Sea, harnessed the giant sword, and flew to Qingyang City. Since he left Qingyang City for six or seven years, he has gone from a fledgling little martial artist to a true disciple of the Wang Clan's martial arts, which can be described as a sigh. Returned to Qingyang City and entered the Wang Martial Arts Hall. At this moment, the Wang Martial Sect had already ordered the disciples of the Wang Martial Sect to come and take over in accordance with his previous instructions, and it became a branch of the Wang Martial Sect in Qingyang City.

"See the True Disciple Master!" the disciple of the Wang Clan's Martial Sect bowed to the ground and said respectfully.

"Everyone, please get up, please get up!" Wang Xing helped the disciples up. He looked at the familiar martial arts hall, and a scene from the past appeared in his mind. When he was a child, the Wang Martial Arts Hall was quite famous in Qingyang City. This is also the place where he practiced his martial arts. In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, since he became the true disciple of the Wang Clan's Martial Sect three years ago, he relied on the strength of the Martial Sect to regain the ownership of the Martial Arts Sect of the Wang Clan, which also comforted his father's spirit in the sky.

After thinking for a while, Wang Xing immediately went to the auction house. The auction house was crowded, and many warriors were bidding.

The little guy is also a person who observes words and feelings, and when he saw Wang Xing's coarse linen clothes, but his eyes were bright, and he also knew that he was a martial artist, so he immediately led him to the second floor.

Wang Xing was not ambiguous, and asked directly, "Do you have a scripture book here, which was sold by a martial artist a year ago?"

The little guy thought for a moment, apologized that he didn't know, and immediately notified the director of the auction house. The manager looked like a sharp-beaked monkey, and his eyes were even more sloppy, obviously guessing Wang Xing's identity in his heart.

"Is there any?" Wang Xing asked coldly.

The manager smiled and said, "There are a lot of scriptures in the small auction house, I don't know what kind of scriptures this little brother needs?"

Wang Xing was a little impatient, since he was a child, he knew that these guys were people who only recognized money, and then took out more than a dozen gold ingots from the Qiankun bag and put them on the table. When he saw the gold ingots, the chief steward immediately ordered people to go to the treasury and began to search for the scriptures. An hour later, Wang Xing had hundreds of various scriptures in front of him. He had no choice but to start searching for the book he needed in these books. But after looking through it for a long time, I didn't find it.

"Little brother, have you found the scriptures you need?" asked the manager with a grin.

When Wang Xing saw this person's expression, he already knew a little bit in his heart. This guy should know that what he needs is the scriptures that he bought in a year, and these scriptures are estimated to be more than ten years old. Presumably he still wanted some benefits before taking it out. So, he took out more than a dozen gold ingots from the Qiankun bag again and placed them in front of him.

The chief manager said with a smile, yes, yes, after speaking, he took a yellow-covered scripture book to Wang Xing's face.

Wang Xing saw that the yellow foreskin on this sutra must have just been opened, and it was clear that the governor wanted to know what was inside. After tearing open the yellow kraft paper, I flipped through it and saw that it was exactly the scripture I needed. In the scriptures, the last map is sealed.

"Okay, what's the price!" Wang Xing then asked.

"Yes, yes, only 10,000 gold!" said the steward, rubbing his hands together and smiling. The small slitted eyes revealed a trace of goblin light.

"10,000 gold is a bit too much!" Wang Xing said lightly. It was placed in the storeroom, and if he hadn't seen it, it was estimated that no one would have come to buy it. And it was precisely because the chief manager grasped his heart that he asked for 10,000 gold. What is the concept of 10,000 gold in Xuanyue Country, which can make dozens of families live without worry until death for a lifetime.

"Then since they are all martial artists, at this price, it is better to have nine thousand gold!" The manager is still a disgusting look of a wealth fan.

Wang Xing smiled, he only had three thousand gold in his Qiankun bag, and it seemed that he needed the help of the Wang Clan's martial arts. At this moment, more than a dozen people swaggered into the auction house. Wang Xing looked at it and had an idea in his heart. This person is none other than Li Tianhao, who fought with him to the death and was beaten by his broken army with a punch. After several years, this Li Tianhao's cultivation realm is still the realm of quenching. Obviously, there hasn't been any major breakthrough over the years.

"That's my friend!" Wang Xing smiled and went down to the second floor. Walked in front of Li Tianhao. Two rivals who were once teenagers meet again.

Li Tianhao was slightly stunned when he saw Wang Xing, and then immediately recognized Wang Xing. This Wang Xing used to be the son of Li Yunlong of the Wang Clan's Martial Arts, and after a city competition with himself, he lost. Then I heard that he went to the Wang Martial Sect, and in just a few years, he went from a miscellaneous disciple of a miscellaneous courtyard to a true disciple of the Wang Martial Sect, the premier on the mainland. Li Tianhao is quite envious of this change. Because over the years, although he has stepped up his cultivation every day, he has not yet broken through the realm of quenching.

"Long time no see!" Wang Xing said with a smile.

Li Tianhao also smiled bitterly on his face, waved his hand, and spread his subordinates away, and came to a private room on the second floor that could overlook the first floor.

"What is the purpose of returning to Qingyang City this time?" asked Li Tianhao.

"I'm borrowing money from you. Fancy an item from this auction house. Wang Xing pointed to the steward who was standing in place with the scriptures not far away.

"Borrow money?" Li Tianhao smiled bitterly again, since the battle with Wang Xing, the reputation of the Li family's martial arts has plummeted every day, and it has been unable to make ends meet a year ago. The current Li Clan's martial arts are just an empty shelf. Because most of the martial artists who wanted to cultivate had all gone to the Wang Clan's martial arts. And Wang Xing's deeds as one of the most obvious miscellaneous disciples and becoming the true disciple of the martial arts sect are also an important factor in the cultivation of the Wang Clan's martial arts hall that these martial artists went to.