"The entire Wang Clan's martial arts, that is, the cultivation realm of my patriarch is not the cultivation of the Great Elder of the Inner Courtyard, and if you want to take revenge with a small spiritual power realm martial artist, you are simply looking for death!"

"Wang Xing is also a smart child, and he should understand this. The most important thing right now is to escape!" Iron Pillar said simply. Although he had never seen the Great Elder of the Inner Courtyard, this person's ruthlessness was known to everyone in the Martial Sect. The tiny king planet will certainly be one of the next targets to get rid of.

Wang Xing took a deep breath, the patriarch was right, he was just a small martial artist in the spiritual power realm, and even this person's son couldn't fight, and he still wanted to avenge his father?! If he was strong, his father wouldn't have suffered like this. If he is strong, he can get justice for his grandfather without his father's intervention. Everything is because it's too weak.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and he slammed his fists into the ground, and his fists smashed two large holes on the ground.

"This is a map of overseas, and the red marks on it are some of the friends I made when I was cultivating when I was young. Take it. The patriarch threw the scroll that he had already prepared in his hand into Wang Xing's hand.

Tie Zhu patted Wang Xing's shoulder and hugged him, then turned his eyes to Wang Yunlong's tombstone, stared at him for a long time, and left.

"Man, it is natural to avenge your father, and it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. It will be a long time coming, and you will not be able to do it until you become a real strong man in the future. The patriarch nodded, and his figure disappeared in front of Wang Xing in an instant.

Wang Xing walked to his father's tombstone step by step, knelt on the ground, and kept kneeling. Early in the morning, the sun rises. In the evening, the sun sets. The sun rises in the early morning and sets in the evening, and the sun rises in the early morning and sets in the evening. Three days later, the kneeling king rose from the ground.

In front of him, a streamer flew out from the Linglong Tower, and Aozu and Xiaobai appeared in front of Wang Xing. No one spoke to one man or beast, just looking at Wang Xing.

Wang Xing raised his right hand to the sky, and said word by word in his mouth: "I, Wang Xing, swear to the sky here, that he will definitely be in front of his father's tomb one day, and slash the enemy Murong Zhen!

Aozu nodded, very relieved in his heart.

Wang Xing sacrificed his greatsword, jumped on it with both feet, and stared at his father's tombstone for a long time again. Immediately after, he turned his head to look at the Wang Clan's martial arts sect that was dormant on the ground like a giant beast not far away.

"Old Ao, how can I quickly improve my cultivation, I want to be a strong man! a strong man who can kill Murong Zhen!" Wang Xing asked quietly.

"At this moment, cultivation is the realm of spiritual power, and the fastest way to improve cultivation to the realm of energy is to get spiritual power liquid. Lao Ao said. Spiritual power liquid is the aura and the gathering of spiritual power. Because the spiritual power in it is very sufficient, it is more refined than ordinary spiritual power. As long as you get the spiritual power liquid, you can directly become a martial artist in the energy realm from the spiritual power realm in one fell swoop. However, due to the fact that the spiritual power liquid was formed at the beginning of heaven and earth, the amount was extremely small. Warriors flock to it.

"Then how can I get the spiritual power liquid?" Wang Xing asked rhetorically. He seems to have heard of the spiritual liquid, but he doesn't know about it.

"The patriarch of the Wang Clan's Martial Sect also made a good suggestion, and the spiritual power liquids that I have heard about over the years are all in the overseas of the East. Lao Ao said.

With a whoosh, it turned into a streamer and flew towards the east. Three days later, Wang Xing appeared in a port city in the east, Neptune City.

Neptune City is adjacent to the East China Sea and is rich in fishery, so it can be said to be a big city in the East. The city is full of shops and crowds, and it is quite prosperous.

Wang Xing settled down in an inn and sat in his room looking at the overseas map given by the patriarch of the Wang clan in his hand. Judging from this map, the entire East China Sea is large enough to exceed the scope of the map. Among them, the number of small islands is dense and dense. These small islands are all located in the East China Sea, and each of them is a place for martial artists to retreat and practice.

"The patriarch cultivated on one of them called 'Heavenly Descent Island' a few years ago, so why don't you go to this small island next step and ask about the spiritual power liquid. Wang Xing pointed to a small black dot on the map. This is the island of 'Skyfall'.

On the second day, Wang Xing flew out of Neptune City with Wang Xing's giant sword. Under the blue sky, the sea appeared in front of him. The salty and wet breeze blowing on his face made Wang Xing's gloomy mood change for days.

The sparkling sea blue reflects the white clouds in the sky, and the beauty of the scenery is breathtaking.

"This is the sea!" Wang Xing looked at the sea with water and sky, and admired it comfortably.

"The sea, but unfortunately I can't smell it. Lao Ao said sadly in the Linglong Tower.

"In the future, when you have a physical body, I will make seawater in the Linglong Tower, and you can smell it well. Hahahaha......" Wang Xing finished speaking, and laughed. In vain, more than a dozen spiritual power fluctuations came from the sky. Immediately after, after a dozen 'whoosh' sounds, more than a dozen figures came from the sky and stood in front of Wang Xing.

"Hmm?" Wang Xing looked at the disciple in front of him who was wearing the inner disciple uniform of the Wang Clan's Martial Sect, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart. More than a dozen people on the other side exuded a murderous aura around them.

"Hmph! Miscellaneous disciple Wang Xing, do you want to simply leave because of the trouble in the martial arts prison? The Great Elder ordered us to kill you on the spot, with the reputation of the Righteous Martial Sect!" One of the disciples said in a cold voice, drawing out two scarlet daggers with short handles. At the same time, more than a dozen warriors around him also took out their weapons.

It turned out to be the lackey under the Great Elder, Wang Xing squinted his eyes, hatred began to spread in his heart, and the spiritual power in the sea of qi instantly poured into his right hand under the drive of his emotions. He formed a fist with his right hand, and with a snort, it was a punch.

"Break the army!" The soul of the martial spirit, the broken army, appeared behind Wang Xing, and the broken army fist with the power of ten thousand jun roared out.

With a bang, more than a dozen inner disciples in front of him were smashed and flew hundreds of feet away in an instant, smashed into the seawater, and floated among them one by one.

"It seems that the Great Elder doesn't want you to live. In the future, more masters will definitely be sent to chase and kill. An arrogant voice appeared in Wang Xing's head.

Wang Xing calmly looked at the floating corpses under his feet, and said word by word: "If you come to one, you will kill one! If you come to two, you will kill a couple! If you come to a group, you will kill a bunch!"

More than a dozen people in the sky fell into the sea, waving their arms and struggling. These people are the inner disciples who have been hunted down by the Martial Sect for nearly a month.

In the distance, more than a dozen black shadows swam in the sea, and the black shadows jumped up, and they were huge sharks. The shark then frantically began to attack the drowning man, and scarlet waves appeared in the water, and after a while, the martial disciples were devoured by the shark.

"Today these little things have eaten a lot. Hahaha...... "Above the sky, Wang Xing laughed after speaking. In just one month, Murong Zhen, the great elder of the Wang Clan's Martial Sect, sent many disciples to chase and kill Wang Xing, but they were all easily repelled by Wang Xing. This is already the fifth batch.

One by one, the sharks in the sea broke through the waves, jumping, and thanked Wang Xing. Wang Xing urged the giant sword, flew to the surface of the sea, and touched the shark's head.

"It seems that the rumors are true, and it is indeed a genius martial artist. In vain a voice appeared in the sky. Immediately, a figure appeared in front of Wang Xing's eyes. The man was about forty years old, with a beard, a gray-white robe, and a golden sword in his hand. Above the thin sword, there was a faint spiritual power flowing.

Wang Xing's heart was shocked, he didn't even realize the existence of this person, could it be said that martial arts cultivation was above himself?

"Is Murong really a lackey again?" Wang Xing looked at the other party coldly, and at the same time, the spiritual power in the sea of qi surged, gathering in his right hand. He faintly felt that this person was the strongest of the five waves of martial artists who came to chase and kill.

"Hmph! I'm not ashamed to die when I'm dying. The Great Elder has issued an order to hunt down and kill you to the entire Martial Sect. As long as I kill you, I will be favored by the Great Elder. Flying Huang Tengda in the martial arts is just around the corner. Now, obediently send your head up. The middle-aged man shook the two sword flowers slightly. Streams of golden light flashed from the tip of the sword. At the same time, he snorted and flew in front of Wang Xing, facing a sword.

Wang Xing dodged sideways, and the sword grazed his body, slashing at the sea, and the waves were several feet high.

This person's cultivation is stronger than him, and it should be the realm of energy. Hard-hitting is definitely not this person's opponent. With a whoosh, Wang Xing's giant sword took Wang Xing and fled into the distance.

"Where to escape!" the middle-aged man shouted, and then quickly pursued.

Wang Xing turned his head to look, and the spiritual power in his body kept being injected into Wang Xing's giant sword, increasing the speed of flight to the extreme. The middle-aged man behind him was in hot pursuit.

"It's not a way to go on this time. Wang Xing was thinking about it, and in vain, there was a chill behind him. Turning his head, a sword slashed at him.

With a whoosh, Wang Xing's feet stomped heavily on the giant sword, and his body bounced out, and the sword grazed his feet and flew into the distance.

Wang Xing landed steadily on the giant sword and stared at the middle-aged man in front of him.

"Heavenly Steps. Boy, it looks like you've got a lot of treasures. There was a hint of greed in the middle-aged man's eyes.

Wang Xing did not delay, urging the giant sword to continue flying into the distance.

"Grandma's!" the middle-aged man scolded, and then quickly chased away. As night fell, the two were still competing for the power of flight.

"This kid actually has such a huge amount of spiritual power to urge him to fly. The middle-aged man looked at the black dots in the distance and said in surprise. You must know that it takes a lot of spiritual power to urge flight, and under normal circumstances, a martial artist in the spiritual power realm continuously urges to fly for about a day, and the spiritual power in his body is not enough. But for a whole day, this kid's spiritual power has not weakened, and has been in a state of rapidity.

Soon, he thought of why. This person must have a treasure that stores spiritual power, otherwise it would be impossible to support it until now.