Wan Yanjing's half-closed eyelids moved, she regained a little consciousness, and found that her dark vision had recovered at this time, she saw from the gap in her eyes that Wang Xiaolan, who was still very arrogant a second ago, turned pale at this time, and the words she said were also forced by Ah Xu's coercion, her voice trembled involuntarily, like an iron-toothed rabbit trembling in the face of a jackal, but she still had to hold on to her good teeth.

If she saw Wang Xiaolan's appearance in the past, she would definitely laugh out loud.

But now she just wanted to hold her forehead and sigh.

Eldest sister, is face or life important?

It's the same Grandmaster Realm, you can't beat the old Grandmaster, can't you run away?

Speaking of which, she was a little jealous, Wang Xiaolan's external realm was an innate martial artist, although Wan Yanjing detected a little clue in Huo Xiang's memory, she didn't want to admit that Wang Xiaolan was a grandmaster.

But listening to what they said before, most of her guesses came true, Wang Xiaolan is really a grandmaster at a young age.

I don't know the depth of this path, Wan Yan Jing didn't have any concept of these realms before learning martial arts, but when she also started to practice martial arts, she knew how difficult the grandmaster realm was.

Although the innate martial artist is also a master, he can find a lot of it by searching it on the rivers and lakes.

But the masters of the Grandmaster Realm within a country can be counted in a slap.

If Wang Xiaolan made it public that she was a grandmaster, King Qin would never dare to belittle her at will, even if Huo Xiang fell, he would have to be respectful to her.

Sitting in the gods, it is a vein of its own, and it is called the grandmaster.

It is rumored that after becoming an innate martial artist, he collected the essence of hundreds of martial arts, comprehended and refined the mystical method, which can be regarded as the introduction to the supernatural powers.

Then he repeatedly tempered his own way and opened up his own "divine bridge".

After the opening of the Shenqiao, it still needs to go through the test of life and death, according to Huo Xiang, that is, practice is the only criterion for testing the truth.

Can you do this way? Bridge, is it strong or not?

It takes the shock of blood and death to decide the winner.

The winner is also the grandmaster, and the loser has a corpse.

Many innate martial artists are unable to break through to the realm of divine sitting in their lifetime.

They can live to be 140 or 50 years old, which is already twice the life expectancy of ordinary people, and of course they don't want to take that risk, so they only think about breaking through when they reach the end of their life.

But how can the Grandmaster Realm be so easy.

An aging soul body, at the peak, did not have the enterprising fighting spirit and the hard work to fight against the sky, and did not dare to set foot in that field, can he be stronger when he is old with the idea of wanting to live?

Every grandmaster is indispensable for intelligence, courage, and perseverance.

As for how to temper, what is the "Dao", and what is the "Divine Bridge", Wan Yanjing, a third-rate martial artist, does not quite understand, she can know the secrets of the Grandmaster Realm that ordinary people don't know, thanks to Huo Xiang's sporadic memories and the privileged status of the former royal princess.

Wang Xiaolan did not escape, she took the longbow, her eyebrows suddenly became calm and resolute, her delicate facial features condensed an elusive murderous aura, and timidity and fear disappeared from her like flowing water.

I don't know how Monk Azhu feels, anyway, Wan Yanjing faced Wang Xiaolan, who was immersed in a state of battle, and for the first time, she didn't have the idea of competition at all, and felt that Wang Xiaolan could crush her to death with one finger.

If she could, she hoped that when the two fought, Ah Zhu would think she was in the way and throw her aside, she really didn't want to be caught between the two of them and be injured by mistake or something.

"Zheng!"

The arrow box on Wang Xiaolan's back hummed automatically, and the side wall suddenly popped open, and a purple streamer two-foot jade sword flew out of it.

Her momentum also increased with this sword, and there was a strange resonance and synergistic rhythm between people and the sword.

The jade sword roared excitedly, and there was a hidden restlessness in the air, as if he was happy and impatient to see a rare opponent, just like Wang Xiaolan's bright eyes.

An arrow case, also a sword case.

No one knows that the longbow that Wang Xiaolan usually carries is not what she is best at.

Twenty years of raising a sword, it is for Twenty White, this sword made of Kunlun Xuantie Jade, it is called Twenty White Sword.

Wan Yanjing knew that she had this sword, but she had never seen it.

Wang Xiaolan and Huo Xiang are the same age, and they met at a young age.

In the fifth year of Huo Xiang's worship in Qingzhou, he met his uncle Qin Zheng, who had already established his own sect at that time, so he was found back, and he met Wang Xiaolan soon after that.

It was probably Huo Xiang, who saw Xiao Xiaolan's extraordinary roots at a glance, and had the idea of cultivating cronies, so he pulled her out of the bitter sea of house fighting and recommended a reclusive female old man to learn from her.

This old female is Huo Xiang's uncle in terms of seniority, and has some inexplicable relationships with Huo Xiang's master.

It's a pity that the old woman was injured in her early years and went there within a few years, and after that, Wang Xiaolan followed Huo Xiang around.

This twenty-white sword was also given to Wang Xiaolan by the female boss.

The twenty-year period has long passed, and the sword qi has been completed, but Wang Xiaolan has never had a chance to get out of the sheath, and now the edge is beginning to appear, and the brilliance is scorching.

The Grandmaster Middle Realm fought against the Grandmaster Da Perfection, although he was defeated, but he fought hard!

Wang Xiaolan pointed forward with the tip of her sword, moving forward.

Ah Xu's eyelids that had been drooping were raised, he straightened up a little, and blurted out a word of praise.

"Good sword!"

The sword qi that has been cultivated for twenty years since she was a child contains Wang Xiaolan's diligence in the past twenty years, not only the sword qi, but also the Tao that she has experienced for more than 20 years.

"You are the heir of Liang Shixiu." Ah Zhu said affirmatively, his expression fluctuated slightly, as if he had thought of something.

"Do you know my master?"

"I am an old friend of your master, I thought she died forty years ago, but I didn't expect to be alive. How is she doing? Ah Zhu doesn't call himself an old man anymore, he has restrained his coercion, his face is a lot kinder, and looking at Wang Xiaolan's eyes is like looking at an ignorant junior.

"Huh!" Wang Xiaolan sneered, "She died more than 20 years later than you thought, and the grave grass has been cut countless times so far." And my master has only one friend who is still alive, and unfortunately, it's not you. ”

Ah Zhu didn't care about her ridicule, and muttered, "What did she tell you? The only friend is talking about Master Yao, right? ”

Wang Xiaolan frowned and didn't deny it.

The wrinkles on Ah Xu's face were raised, and he seemed to smile: "When I first met your master, she was only twenty years old, she was still a little girl, Lao Qu was the abbot of a certain temple, and at that time, the idlers on the rivers and lakes wrote a martial arts ranking, and Lao Qu was not shy to rank third, so your master came to challenge me at my 100th birthday banquet." ”

"Liang Shixiu Liang Nuxia was promoted to an innate martial artist at the age of nineteen, and since then she has been singing all the way, she is indeed a young genius, but challenging me, a centenarian, to be honest, it is almost there, I only made one move, and your master was defeated. She was not reconciled, so she came every year after that. ”

(End of chapter)