After Zhao Shuquan left, his apprentice Hong Mao stepped forward and said:

"Master, do you know why Master Zhao takes such good care of you?"

"Isn't it because the master interceded with me?"

"Of course not, Master Zhao used to be a scholar, so he inevitably had some feelings for his family and country. When the Northern Yuan Dynasty entered the Central Plains, he saw that the country had fallen into the hands of foreigners, and the young and vigorous master almost raised his sword to kill him.

Later, the ancestors of the Wang family drove the Northern Turks away from the Central Plains, and Zhao Shizun clapped his hands after learning about it, as a descendant of the Wang family, you have made many achievements that benefit the country and the people, and Zhao Shizun naturally looks down on you. ”

"I didn't expect that there are such affectionate people among the immortals."

Wang Quanquan finally understood the reason why the other party came up to call himself His Majesty the Emperor, and sighed in his heart, and secretly said that he couldn't waste this kindness, and then walked to the sixth jade pillar and began to comprehend.

Seeing this, Hong Mao consciously retreated, and at the same time, his heart became more and more admiring the master who had taught him in the past.

He has been in Bai Yujing for two hundred years, facing a jade pagoda that can be called a treasure house every day, although the swordsmanship has gone up to the third layer, but the sword style hidden in the jade pillar on the first layer he has only realized four styles, and the sword moves have been floating on the surface, lacking agility.

The king was now calm, staring at the pillar as before, and in a short time, the auspicious clouds dispersed, and the familiar storm appeared again.

……

At noon the next day, the drums outside the building were thundering, Wang Quanquan opened his eyes, the electric light flashed in his eyes, and he got up and walked out.

The eastern continent was surrounded by monks as before, and this time Hong Mao and Tang Xin both took leave to come to cheer up.

"Hong Mao, your master won't die in the ring, right?"

Tang Xin, who looks like he is in his twenties, has a bit of charm between his eyebrows and eyes, but unfortunately he hasn't returned home for a long time, and he can't make those clansmen who criticize his mother and relatives shut up honestly.

When Hong Mao heard this, he was slightly displeased and said:

"What did you kid say, that's my master, how could he lose to a shoveling beast?"

"That's not an ordinary beast, but their young sect master, who stepped into the god a hundred years ago, and now has reached the middle stage, and his realm is a cut above your master.

Besides, everyone knows about the trouble between them because of the woman, and the ancestors said that it is really good, and the woman is really a disaster. ”

As an adult, Tang Xin lost a lot of the aura of his youth, but was more like a chattering chatterbox.

Hong Mao rolled his eyes and replied:

"If you really think so, stay away from Jiang Ling, and don't let your precious young master's body get in trouble."

"Harm, what year has the Chen sesame seeds rotted the grain, what about the young master? If I hadn't come to Sanxian Island, I wouldn't know where to bury it now. ”

Tang Xin deliberately avoided the question, and did not match the words of "Jiang Ling" in Hong Mao's mouth at all.

……

The two of them talked, Wang Quanquan came to the island, this time the Taibai Immortal Emperor did not come, instead of a priest wearing purple embroidered gold, looking at the attitude of Aconite and Lan Dai towards him, the status is obviously not low.

The priest raised his hand to summon the floating island, and without saying more, Wang Quanquan and Zhan Xuanyun flew into the ring from the east and west sides respectively.

The moment he entered the enchantment, Wang Quanquan once again felt the dizziness of the original sect competition, and when his head returned to clarity, it had shrunk to the size of a palm.

Looking at the surrounding trees comparable to the giant trees of Kunlun, Wang Quanquan's eyes flashed, one day, he would definitely reach this realm, but before that, he had to pass the competition alive.

Zhan Xuanyun, who had been enduring for a long time, took the lead in moving, and the starting move was a killing move, and a nine-section whip rarely used by monks was pulled out with the sound of whirring wind, and Wang Quanquan hurriedly jumped back to avoid it when he saw this.

The nine-section whip used by Zhan Xuanyun is unusual, not connected by iron rings end to end, but thin blades like willow leaves, maintained by aura in the middle, and each section can be thrown like a flying sword, which is difficult to guard.

Wang Quanquan dodged the attack halfway, but the other party gently flicked the nine-section whip, and the first section suddenly shot out, grazing his cheek and flying over, leaving a small wound.

Wang Quanquan wiped the blood flowing from his face, knowing that the bastard was deliberate, and no longer hid his secrets, and the twin swords conjured up from his waist, and suddenly came out of the sheath.

Two sword qi mixed with Bai Yujing's one-layer sword technique burst out, and Wang Quanquan quickly struck the two long swords together, and an invisible ripple spread out.

Zhan Xuanyun's eyes were calm, his body retreated, and his wrist quickly rotated in front of him, forming a nine-section whip vortex.

As long as the sword qi collides with it, no matter how powerful it is, it will be instantly shattered by the willow leaf short blade.

After Wang Quanquan's two moves, he put the sword into the sheath, his eyes were calm, and when the sword qi was about to approach the opponent, he whispered a syllable in his mouth, only to see that the two sword qi in the air disappeared in an instant, and then appeared on the right side and behind the opponent respectively.

The rain is amorphous, there is a sound on the ground, and the sound is the direction of the raindrops, which is the wonderful use of Bai Yujing's "rain".

……

Zhan Xuanyun felt the chill coming from behind and by his side, and the cold hairs on his body trembled unconsciously, and he hurriedly turned around and whipped to block it.

A graceful arc slashed, and the silver long whip was stretched by half a foot, striking hard at the two sword qi.

Two loud noises came in a row, Zhan Xuanyun was shocked and retreated, and as soon as he took three steps, a huge force came from his buttocks, and the whole person was kicked back again.

The opponent's footwork was extremely tricky, and although there was not much pain, it made him lose his balance for a while, and he almost fell and ate. This is not the end, seeing that his steps are unsteady, Wang Quanquan held his sword and bullied up, a trace of blue lightning flashed in his eyes, and a large thick black cloud immediately gathered in the sky.

Wang Zhiquan pointed his sword at Zhan Xuanyun, and the dark clouds in the sky also roared, and a large number of wandering lightning was born in a few breaths.

Although Zhan Xuanyun didn't know what the other party was doing, he intuitively knew that if this move was strong, he would definitely lose half his life, his eyes showed determination, and the nine-section whip was raised to his chest and volleyed into the air, and with a "snap", the entire long whip was immediately split and broken.

The clouds and thunder above had been brewing to the extreme, and with the sword of Wang Quanquan, a thick electric light also poured down from the nine heavens, hitting Zhan Xuanyun directly.

The spectators outside the ring all subconsciously held their breath, and Hong Mao and Tang Xin, who were standing in the southwest corner, widened their eyes, this was one of Bai Yujing's "thunder" decisions, they had heard from their masters, and this was the first time they had seen it with their own eyes.

……

The thunder crackled towards Zhan Xuanyun with a devastating momentum, and after a burst of dazzling lightning, he was still standing intact, and the nine willow leaf whips were irregularly suspended around his body, and they were connected to each other with green spiritual power, actually forming a cage.

Wang Quanquan's eyes widened, and he said to himself in disbelief:

"There's no reason for that."

I especially remember that when he first played against Wen Fuding's thunder method, he used a lightning rod, but two hundred years later, someone actually used a similar method against him.

Zhan Xuanyun naturally didn't understand this, he just accidentally discovered it when he was cultivating before, and at this moment he let go of his contempt and said in a deep voice:

"What's next for me, right?"

Wang Quanquan quickly recovered from his astonishment, raised his sword and pointed at the other party:

"It's still early."

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