Although Wang Chong was also tired, he couldn't sleep, he planned that the master would come back in three months, and he must have opened up the eight veins of the Qi Sutra and the Twelve Classics, but he didn't expect Ling Sur to call him back to the Poison Dragon Temple early, and now he is still a little short of the heat, and he has not been able to open up the Twelve Classics.

"I don't know how long Master's retreat will take! I strive to completely refine my Qi when I meet Master. ”

Wang Chong urged the Seventy-two Alchemy Technique, meditated instead of resting, and practiced for three or four hours before he recovered his vitality.

He regained his strength, and with a slight curiosity, he raised his eyes and looked out through the small hole in the cave where he lived.

At this time, the night was quite dark, and seeing that the poisonous dragon was motionless, Wang Chong suddenly had a bit of childlike interest, and secretly thought: "This poisonous dragon must be not shallow, and it is also a divine beast guarding the mountain gate, I don't know how many secrets there are, why don't I go and talk to it?"

Wang Chong didn't go through the cave door, and used the token in his hand to open the prohibition of the small hole, jumped out, and went straight to the stone wall in the east.

The mountain wall where he lived was in the westernmost part, and the mountain wall occupied by the poisonous dragon was in the easternmost part, so he had to cross the entire valley.

When he came, he didn't think anything of it, but when he walked at night, Wang Chong found that this valley was too wide.

This valley is called the Valley of the Poison Dragon.

There are still some bald hills, forests, and even two water sources and a waterhole in the valley, which are slightly shorter from east to west, twelve or thirteen miles, and slightly longer from north to south, only twenty or thirty miles.

Rao is Wang Chong's light skills are not bad, and after a stick of incense, he has just walked from the west mountain wall to the Tongtian Palace.

He looked at the hall again, and couldn't help but secretly feel small.

Each floor of this hall is more than ten zhang high, nine layers are superimposed, super more than 100 zhang, in the mundane world, even if it is a big city, it is not so tall, even if it is an imperial palace, it is not so majestic.

People are like ants under the Tongtian Palace.

Wang Chong knew that he couldn't get in, and he didn't want to go to the Tongtian Palace, so he was about to continue walking, when he suddenly heard someone greet him and shouted, "But the new Tang Jingyu?"

Wang Chongxun followed the prestige, but saw four or five young people, led by a gorgeously dressed person, holding a folding fan.

Wang Chong could hear that the tone of the people was not good, and when he saw them coming from the south again, he chuckled lightly and said, "I don't know which senior brother's nephew and nephew, what did the junior uncle do?"

Although Wang Chong has never seen several of his senior brothers, Master Qingyue, who ranks seventh, is also dozens of years old, and these young people are absolutely impossible to be disciples of Hongye Zen Master and Sunflower Daoren, they can only be passed on again, or disciples and grandchildren.

He still glanced at him like this.

The young man's face couldn't help but stagnate, and after a while, he sneered and said: "Ling Suer has not accepted an apprentice for many years, but now he has accepted an ordinary apprentice, and I don't know if he is blind or an illegitimate child who will be raised outside, so he has to be brought in." ”

"You are also worthy of being a disciple of the Sect Leader?"

Wang Chong didn't expect that this guy's tone was so unkind, completely ruthless, and he also sneered, and said with a tough attitude: "Could it be that my master can't punish you?"

Several young people laughed together, and a gray-robed young man said with a slight mockery: "Although Ling Sur has won the favor of the ancestor and is in charge of the main sect, where can he control our red leaf lineage?"

Wang Chong was born in the Demon Sect, and he is no stranger to this kind of sectarian fighting.

He was just a young man with the name of a former evil cultivator apprentice in Emei, and it was not his turn to fight openly and secretly with Emei disciples, but in Tianxinguan, Wang Chongke was accustomed to intrigue with his fellow disciples and brothers.

Although the Yuanyang Sword and the Dark Snake were not around at this time, Wang Chong was not afraid of these young people, he was also quite tempered in terms of sharp tongue, and he also replied at the moment: "My master is not able to take care of it, but he thinks that he is not worthy of discipline at all." ”

The young man in gorgeous clothes and holding a folding fan was smoked by Wang Chong's words, and the folding fan in his hand swung up, giving birth to layers of clouds and mist, which had a bit of hands-on meaning.

A few people around him hurriedly grabbed the man in a shirt and whispered to dissuade him.

These people are not afraid, and they have a verbal dispute with Wang Chong, but if they really make a move, it is not allowed by the door rules.

Surko was in retreat in the Temple of Babel, and if he realized that they were bullying his apprentices, they would be unlucky.

The young man in gorgeous clothes and holding a folding fan stared at Wang Chong fiercely, the folding fan in his hand became more and more urgent, and as he waved the folding fan, a layer of clouds gradually shrouded his body.

He said coldly: "That's it for today, when the three-vein sword fight is held at the end of the year, I want to see how much ability the apprentices under Su'er have to do." ”

These people didn't even give their names, they turned around and left, Wang Chongmu saw them off, and secretly thought in his heart: "Could it be that the Poison Dragon Temple is also like Emei, and the Red Leaf Zen Master is not convinced that the junior brother will take over the portal?"

Back then, Yin Dingxiu passed on the teaching to the twenty-two disciples Xuande, so that Xuanye Zhenren broke away from Emei in anger and brought five junior disciples to create another portal.

If the Poison Dragon Temple is like this, because the Iron Plough Ancestor passed on the Palm Sect to Ling Suer, it will make the Red Leaf Sect dissatisfied, but it will be interesting.

Wang Chong secretly said: "Hongye Zen Master has eight apprentices, and I don't know how many apprentices there are, how many heavy apprentices there are, and I don't know how many of the Sunflower Daoist lineages, in addition to the two disciples, how many are passed on......

He regarded the disciples of Red Leaf and Sunflower as competitors and enmity with each other.

The young man couldn't help but say to himself: "I thought that the senior brother refused to become a monk, so I was the only one under the master's sect, and there would be no fight with the same sect, but I didn't expect that the disciples of the two masters still had so many thoughts." ”

Wang Chong is not worried about the "three-vein sword fighting", he is now at the level of qi refining, could it be that he has not learned swordsmanship, and his fellow sect can still force him to fight swords?

He was more worried about whether his master would be able to hold on.

If Su Er is not successful, he will definitely not succeed as an apprentice, and if Su Er is not afraid of the two senior brothers, he, who is an apprentice, will definitely be safe and sound.

Wang Chong didn't know when Ling Suer would be able to get out of the customs, he thought about the purpose of this night trip, he couldn't help laughing, put these mundane things behind, and still walked forward.

After a while, he stood under the east mountain wall, looking up at the poisonous dragon lurking above, at this time he looked closer, and felt that this poisonous dragon was huge and exquisite, and it was indeed worthy of the town sect of the poisonous dragon temple.

Wang Chong spread his arms and said with a sigh: "Senior, I don't know what you call it?"

This poisonous dragon's eyelids are not open, and he ignores this kid.