Wine is an aged pure liquor of thirty taels of silver and one catty, and although it is not beneficial to cultivation, it is an excellent pastime.

Since the death of the wine fire, Qinglian has fallen in love with drinking, but unfortunately, she can't get drunk.

Wang Yu filled himself with a cup, "Master, you can actually change your way of living, and leave the rest to my apprentice." ”

"Where?"

Qinglian's eyes were hazy, one hand supported her chin, and somehow, she suddenly laughed stupidly, "We cultivators have to endure great loneliness, so we also have great obsessions. Monks seek detachment, Taoist priests want to become immortals, and scholars are for the ideals in their hearts, all of which are different, but they have the same end. ”

Qinglian paused and continued: "They have their way, so they can endure everything that ordinary people can't endure in order to achieve their goals. But we are different, if the monks in the three major sects are a big tree that takes root, then we are wandering duckweed, where the wind blows, our hearts are there. ”

She pointed to her heart and said, "My place is already empty, and after so many years of cultivation, there has not been any progress, and it is already difficult to barely maintain the original realm." ”

Wang Yu was silent, Qinglian already had the idea of committing suicide, and it was not a day or two, the only motivation to support her to live was hatred.

"Drink!"

Wang Yu didn't want to persuade him, because it was useless.

Qinglian raised her glass and touched him, and then drank the wine dry in one gulp.

"Someone is coming. ”

"How many?"

"Thirty. ”

"It's just the two of us, can we solve it? ”

"No, it should be just me, but don't worry, master, it can be solved. ”

Wang Yu drank another glass of wine, and then stood up unhurriedly and walked outside.

In his keen senses, he could sense that outside the small house, there were more than thirty monks waiting in ambush.

Among them, there are also five golden pills, and the others are all the pinnacles of foundation building.

Qinglian opened her mouth, and finally said only two words, "Be careful." ”

Wang Yu stood in front of the door and nodded, and then summoned out the Reward Sword, "After solving them, it's time for the two of us to leave, I know that no matter how hesitant you are, master, in fact, you don't have to be like this, it's just a death on the left and right, not to mention that it's not lonely to go on the road together." ”

The corners of Qinglian's mouth rose slightly, and she nodded and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you next." ”

Wang Yu smiled, this was what he was waiting for.

As soon as the door was pushed open, five Jindan monks stood in the wind.

"Little brother Wang Yu, the Confucian sect has been arrogant and domineering for many years, and the Qingkong monk has to give in. As long as you promise to help us, we will help you too. ”

"That's right, the three major sects have been looking down on us for too long, Wang Yu, as Qingkong Cultivators, we should resist. ”

"Publish your practice, and we will protect you from Confucian persecution. ”

The five golden pills were a little impatient, and all kinds of benefits were promised like money.

Wang Yu wanted to laugh a little when he heard this, flicked his sleeves, and said indifferently: "You want my practice inheritance? Yes, take it from my corpse, otherwise, I will step on you and leave." ”

"It looks like we're going to have to do it after all. ”

One of them, Jin Dan, said calmly: "Okay, let me wait and see how powerful the exercises that can suppress Confucian methods are." ”

He was full of confidence, there were five golden pills present, and there were more than twenty monks at the peak of foundation building, this combination was already able to destroy most of the small sects in the Blue Sky World.

And Wang Yu is only one person, so what if he is powerful in his exercises? Could it be that he is also like a Confucian monk, who is good at spiritual attacks?

If that's the case, it's not their turn to strike.

Those old guys from the three major sects will definitely not sit idly by.

However, the next scene made several Jin Dan deeply realize that if a person is arrogant, he may only suffer a loss, but if the monk is arrogant, he will die.

Wang Yu swept with his sword, and the terrifying sword qi shrouded the area of hundreds of zhang in front of him, and everywhere the extremely sharp sword qi went, everything was like paper paste.

A few Jin Dan watched as their own disciples, like wooden stakes, were cut in half from the middle.

Bang!

With a loud bang, a large area of houses in front of Wang Yu turned into ruins, and he didn't know how many mortals were overwhelmed.

The cries and screams all came together to form a hellish scene.

Some of the disciples did not die, dragging half of their bodies, crawling on the ground, and their colorful internal organs were sprinkled all over the ground.

"What a vicious method!"

One of them, Jin Dan, said with trembling lips: "We just want to help you, do you think that you can compete with Confucianism by yourself?"

Wang Yu sneered disdainfully, he had seen all the worse pictures, and even caused them with his own hands, but now this is just a trivial matter.

After hearing the monk's words, he pouted and said, "Help me, you really don't take people's words seriously, but it doesn't matter, you are here anyway, and your life is left." ”

Wang Yu Zhuji can compete with Jin Dan, and at this time, even if he faces a Yuanying monk who can directly control the aura of heaven and earth, he can also pass it.

It's not because of how powerful he is, it's still in the offensive methods.

As a sword cultivator who is famous for fighting, there is an essential gap between him and ordinary monks.

The latter is based on the Tao, and the art is a side matter.

The former is the opposite, paying attention to the sword without regrets, and devoting all his mind to fighting with others.

The gap between the two is like an ordinary person who usually only exercises his body, and a martial arts master who relies on kung fu to eat, and there is almost no comparison between the two.

"Everyone, thieves are rampant, let's join forces to take them down!"

It was the eldest of the five Jin Dan who spoke, and he all expressed his position, and the others naturally would not be indifferent.

"Okay, just listen to Mu Lao, let's work together to take down this guy. ”

Wang Yu frowned when he heard it below, are the monks here so mother-in-law?

It's come to this point, and I still look unhurried, I don't know how to write dead words?

At the moment, he was too lazy to wait, so he directly raised his sword into the air, and then urged the sword qi, and the person turned into a streamer of light, attacking the five golden pills.

"Be careful!"

"Quick, use the Vajra Talisman!"

"Wait, I'm afraid one is not enough, come ten!"

In the panic, before the five Jindan monks could react, two of them were pierced by Wang Yu's imperial sword, and a huge hole was broken in the dantian, falling straight down.

"Ahh

"Good thief, we can't be beaten, let's go quickly!"

"Withdraw quickly, retreat, and run separately!"

"Mother, this guy is chasing after me, Mu Lao, help!"

After killing one more person, Wang Yu stopped his body, and two of the five Jindan monks left, leaving three corpses.

At the same time, it also made him see the essence of these guys.

If most of the cultivation world is like this, it is no wonder that the three major sects can always dominate the world.

Inexplicably, Wang Yu is a little nostalgic for the ghost boy, at least it is an opponent who can use all his strength.

And I don't want to be like these guys now, the rabble is not counted.

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