Time is long, and in the blink of an eye, it is another year's feast.

In previous years, the banquet was dominated by the Bai family. However, this year, because of the appearance of a large number of disciples with purple light and heavenly thunder, the banquet in the Ming Qi Realm was a little more lively than in previous years.

Lu Changyuan sat on top of the chief and watched with interest as the two disciples below fought each other. These two disciples are both cultivating Purple Light Heavenly Thunder, one is a disciple from the Lin family, and the other is Zhao Qian from the Zhao family.

Both of them have cultivated purple light and thunder, and it stands to reason that they should be evenly matched. Unexpectedly, Zhao Qian didn't hold out for a few rounds at all, and was knocked out because of the lack of true yuan. As a result, it naturally caused everyone to burst into laughter.

Coming with Zhao Qian was a young girl who saw him so bad, and her face was red with shame.

Wu Xiuxiu came in women's clothes this time, and sitting next to her was a tall and handsome child of the Wang family. This son of the Wang family is named Wang Jingming, and he is the eldest son of the Wang family. Speaking of this Wang Jingming, he can be regarded as a young man, and he was also a figure on a par with Bai Yanhua back then. It was only later that Bai Yanhua realized the purple light and heavenly thunder, but he only realized the second-grade Qingluo Yuan Dao, and then the aura slowly faded.

Today, Bai Yanhua has entered the Xuanguang, while Wang Jingming is still only in the Ming Qi realm, which shows that the difference between the talents of the two is the difference between heaven and earth.

The reason why Wu Xiuxiu and Wang Jingming attended the banquet together was because the elders of the two families intended to let the two become partners. Although Wu Xiuxiu was unwilling, she didn't dare to go against the wishes of the elders in the family, so she came here against her will.

Although Wu Xiuxiu was sitting there, she had no intention of appreciating the fight below. She had seen Qin Yu's heroic posture of "defeating two heroes with one hand, pointing at Zhen Tianjiao", how could she take these clumsy fight scenes in her eyes. She glanced at Wang Jingming beside her, and saw that he was watching with relish, so she subconsciously pursed her mouth.

"I wonder what happened to him?"

Wu Xiuxiu thought so, but couldn't help but sigh.

After the incident of the Zhong family, Qin Yu was stripped of his position as the military leader of the Vermilion Bird Army. Not only that, but the Danfang of Da Kun Yuan Dan was also taken over by the sect. With the leakage of Danfang, the output of Dakun Yuan Dan has also risen sharply. The Great Kun Yuan Dan, which could have been sold for a bottle of seven top-grade spirit beads, has now been reduced to a bottle of three and a half top-grade spirit beads.

In this way, the money available to Qin Yu has also been reduced by more than half. Although Qin Yu was stripped of his position as the military master, those soldiers who had sworn blood still followed him, and these people's monthly income was close to 300,000 top-grade spirit beads. In this way, Qin Yu still has a balance of more than 100,000 yuan left every month, and there is not much left except for the one returned to Wu Xiuxiu.

Compared with others, Wu Xiuxiu has more access to the insider, so it doesn't feel worth replacing Qin Yu.

"Alas, I heard that he has cultivated the 'Heart Formula' and cut off the seven emotions and six desires, so he will have no worries in the future, and it is impossible to worry about it. I don't know, he owes me the spirit bead and still hasn't paid it back."

Wu Xiuxiu was thinking wildly, but a disciple sitting at the bottom of the table stood up and took the initiative to invite Wang Jingming to fight: "Wang Gongzi, why don't we go down and have fun?" Wang Jingming frowned when he heard this, and was about to say no, but the disciple smiled and said first: "Wang Gongzi, is it because you are afraid?"

Wang Jingming subconsciously glanced at Wu Xiuxiu, and saw that her face seemed to be disdainful, so he had to turn his heart sideways and said loudly: "Fight is a battle, and Wang will accompany her to the end." ”

Wang Jingming said righteously, but he was not very sure in his heart. It's just that the words have come out, how can he regret it, so he has to go down to the scene hard.

This competition between Xuan Xiu, one looks at the grade of the Heavenly Dao, and the other looks at the thickness of the true yuan. Generally speaking, the higher the grade of the Heavenly Dao, the stronger the suppressive power against the lower grade Dao species. And if the grade of the Heavenly Dao is similar, it depends on the thickness of the true yuan and the on-the-spot strain.

Wang Jingming's cultivation is the second-grade Heavenly Dao Qingluo Yuan Dao, and he has been in the Ming Qi for many years, so it stands to reason that he should have a great chance of winning. But he has one of the biggest weaknesses, that is, he is weak by nature and lacks bravery. Speaking of which, it is like a nerd in the mortal world, and when it comes to reasoning, it is the way, and once it is used by force, it will be miserable.

Wang Jingming was able to be compared with Bai Yanhua in his early years, because his literary attainments were quite extraordinary, otherwise it would be impossible to understand the second-grade Taoism. Later, he behaved worse and worse because of his personality, until he was thrown off by Bai Yanhua.

Now standing face-to-face with people on the field, before the fight starts, Wang Jingming's forehead is already oozing with sweat.

"Prince Wang, offended!"

The disciple on the opposite side bowed his hand slightly, and pulled out the immortal sword behind his back.

Seeing this, Wang Jingming also beckoned, and a fairy sword with blue light was held in his hand.

"This fellow disciple is offended!"

Wang Jingming said, raised his hand and used a trick to take things from the air. Qingluo Yuan Road

People have three spirits, which are the essence and spirit, and the corresponding avenues are the Chiluo Blood Dao, the Qingluo Yuan Dao and the Youluo Soul Dao. Qingluo Yuan Dao cultivation is extremely deep, the monk's whole body aura is extremely thick, colorless and phaseless, but it is quite weighty, condensed to the extreme, and can even calm the mountains, and it is naturally not a problem to take things from the air.

Wang Jingming raised his hand and held it weakly, and he used a move to take things out of the air. Before the disciple could react, he felt as if he was being held in the palm of his hand by a large, invisible hand. The disciple swung his sword and slashed at him, but it made a "clanging" sound as if it were slashing on an invisible iron stone.

Wang Jingming only felt that the true yuan in his body was surging back and forth in his body like a tsunami. And the opponent's attack slashed above his breath, it didn't hurt or itch, and it had no effect at all.

"It's so easy to be hostile to people!"

Wang Jingming had doubts in his heart all his life, and he couldn't help but increase the strength in his hands.

The disciple was also quite ruthless, and seeing that such an attack had no effect, he gritted his teeth and threw out the fairy sword in his hand. The immortal sword turned into a streamer of light and shot away, slashing through Wang Jingming's neck and inserting it into the pillar behind him.

Wang Jingming only felt a pain in his neck, and a trace of fear suddenly appeared in his heart. If it was in the past, Wang Jingming might have turned around and fled. It's just that in front of everyone's eyes, he also knows that once he escapes, he will become the laughing stock of the whole world.

"Wang Jingming, you can't run! Wang Jingming, you can't run!"

Wang Jingming muttered silently, while holding his palm secretly.

That disciple looked more and more painful under the pressure of Wang Jingming's breath. Gradually, the bones all over his body began to make a crunching sound.

"I ......"

Before the disciple could finish speaking, his neck suddenly weakened and fell straight to his chest. And his body had already turned into a blurred piece of flesh under the squeeze of his breath.