Chapter 19: The Peak Duel of Qi Training

A month later.

In the past month, in addition to practicing every day, Wang Youcheng has played with the black feather eagle, and now he is very familiar with the black feather eagle.

"Xiao Hei, there aren't so many maple fish, if you eat it according to your way, it will be eaten soon, then what will we eat in the future." Wang Youcheng said with a smile.

Xiao Hei is the name given by Wang Youcheng to the black feather carving, Xiao Hei was not very satisfied at first, but Wang Youcheng has been calling it that, and it is used to it.

Since the last time he grilled maple fish, Xiao Hei flew here when he had nothing to do, and asked Wang Youcheng to roast maple fish for him, and he didn't refuse at first.

Wang Youcheng began to feed the maple fish with the Gathering Spirit Pill, which greatly accelerated the growth rate of the maple fish and the transformation of ordinary maple fish.

But he still couldn't satisfy the black feather eagle, which made Wang Youcheng a little worried, and he didn't mean to blame, just to make fun of Xiao Hei.

"Chirp !!"

The little black man rolled his eyes, raised his head, and let out a cry of dissatisfaction in the air, and then wanted to fly out of Maple Grove Island to catch fish outside.

Wang Youcheng hadn't teased before, but every time he teased like this, Xiao Hei would fly outside and catch one or two low-grade spirit fish of thirty or forty catties.

Otherwise, with the little fish in the lake, with Xiao Hei's appetite, it would not be enough to eat at all.

So, Wang Youcheng repeated his old trick again, and Xiao Hei naturally knew what it meant.

"When!!"

Just when Wang Youcheng was about to open the golden light array, two people suddenly appeared in the sky above the formation light curtain, and they were constantly fighting.

One uses swordsmanship, the other uses a hammer, and the two fight fiercely, on par.

Judging from the movement of the battle, this must be far beyond the combat effectiveness in the middle stage of Qi training, at least in the late stage of Qi training, and it is not that Wang Youcheng can interfere.

Wang Youcheng looked carefully and suddenly found that one of them was from Qingyangmen, and the other was Wang Shanyong of the Wang family.

Wang Shanyong, the ninth generation of Wang Jiashan, the ninth layer of Qi training, and the six-point fire qualification, together with Wang Shanying and Wang Shanxiong, are known as the three geniuses of the Wang Jiashan generation.

Wang Shanyong is good at refining, and Wang Youcheng took over a family task, which is to help the refiner monk and be a refining boy, and it was at that time that he met Wang Shanyong.

"Ma Er, are you too second, this is my royal family's island, don't cross the line." Wang Shanyong scolded the Qingyangmen monks.

The monk known as 'Ma Er', named Feng Ren, has a nine-layer Qi practice, a six-point water attribute qualification, and is also one of the foundation building seeds of Qingyang Gate.

Since his surname is Feng, the character Feng has two points of water, and the character of Ren also has a two, and Wang Shanyong calls him 'Ma Er' every time to ridicule him.

"Wang Shanyong, what are you calling blindly, I advise you to get out of the way, let me enter Fenglin Island to find out the truth, and I can return your innocence."

Every time he heard Wang Shanyong say this, he was very angry, and this time it was the same, angrily accusing Wang Shanyong of screaming.

"Ma Er, I told you, the monks stationed on Fenglin Island only have the fourth level of Qi cultivation, and they can't be murderers, why can't you understand?"

Wang Shanyong ignored it and continued to call it 'Ma Er', and also said that Wang Youcheng only had four levels of qi training, not a murderer.

The conversation between the two was very loud, and Wang Youcheng, who was just below, naturally heard it, which was saying that Wang Youcheng was a murderer.

remembered that a month ago, he killed the monk in the green robe, who was the person from Qingyangmen, and it seemed that he was really in trouble, and the other party came to the door.

He immediately became nervous, and he couldn't understand why this was the case, how could he still be approached after obviously taking care of the aftermath.

But thinking of myself, I put all the 'swag' in a storage bag and buried it in the ground, and it has been a month, and the traces have been wiped out by the rain.

Not to mention the monks of Qingyang Gate, they are only practicing the ninth layer of qi, even if they are foundation building monks, on this Fenglin Island, it is impossible to find out.

"Wang Shanyong, you really can't help me, right?"

After speaking, Feng Ren lifted the top-level magic weapon flying sword in his hand, and performed the same wind sword technique, stabbing Wang Shanyong directly, so fast that Wang Youcheng did not react.

"Dang!"

Wang Shanyong put away his hippie smile, shook the hammer in his hand, which was also a top-level magic weapon, and opened the flying sword with a hammer.

Feng Ren's speed did not decrease, and with the speed of flying, he stabbed to the left again, and there was no wind to automatically, blowing Wang Shanyong's robe.

"Dang!"

Wang Shanyong's hammer had already anticipated the position of the flying sword, and the speed was not slow, so he blocked the flying sword again.

"Wind Sword Technique!"

As Feng Ren shouted, his body technique accelerated, turning into layers of shadows, shuttling back and forth, and the flying sword in his hand also formed layers of shadows.

Each attack, like several attacks, against the hammer, the sound is also deserved.

Feng Ren was like a gust of wind, surrounding this Wang Shanyong, in all directions, back and forth, and the sword stabbed constantly.

And Wang Shanyong didn't care about the shadows around him at all, but used his hammer technique, surrounded his body, and defused Feng Ren's attacks one by one.

Wang Youcheng's current realm is not high, he can't see Feng Ren's attack speed clearly, the direction of his moves, and they are also the Wind Sword Technique, but in Feng Ren's hands, he is much faster than the Qingrobe Monk, I don't know how much faster.

And Wang Youcheng could see Wang Shanyong's speed clearly, he was like practicing the hammer technique, not resisting Feng Ren's attack.

But it's just right, repelling every attack with a hammer, which seems to be very slow, but in fact it is not slow.

This hammer method looked familiar, and Wang Youcheng couldn't think of it for a while, but this wonderful fight also made him excited.

He watched attentively, didn't want to miss every process, and was the best way to learn combat experience.

"Back and forth, just a few tricks, are you tired, look at me, cloak hammer!"

Wang Shanyong's speed suddenly accelerated, and the hammer in his hand seemed to be blessed, surrounding his body, and when he resisted the swordsmanship, it also formed a rotation and gathered momentum.

Although surrounded by Feng Ren's shadow, Wang Youcheng couldn't see clearly which one was real and which one was fake, but this didn't mean that Wang Shanyong couldn't see clearly.

The cloak hammer was strong enough, and it was thrown out directly in the direction behind him, Feng Ren's true body was accurately positioned, and the flying sword in his imperial envoy's hand resisted.

"Dang!"

Just heard a sound, the surrounding shadows all disappeared, and Feng Ren was directly knocked away, the waves retreated, and the speed of retreat on his body was faster than that of his lower body, making him unstable on his feet.

This move is very similar to Wang Youcheng's throwing stick, but the use of force is different, and the power displayed is much more powerful than Wang Youcheng's.

At this time, Wang Youcheng took out the dark iron rod and began to deduce, the shadow of the stick in the sky, surrounding his body, and then he threw it and walked behind him.