In order not to alarm the King of Han, Wang Zimo's challenges were carried out in secret.

For the sake of fairness, the Punishment Helm Lord Xing Xuantian and Wang Zimo discussed that day, and determined that Wang Zimo's strength faintly broke through the peak of the Five Elements to reach the early stage of Yin and Yang, so the Master of the Three Hundred Halls had to suppress the cultivation to the early stage of Yin and Yang.

This regulation is almost the same as no regulation, the two hundred and seventy hall masters of Jishi Pavilion are all in the early stage of yin and yang, and only the thirty hall masters of Qitian Pavilion are in the middle and late stages of yin and yang, which means that most people can play their full strength, and there is no need to have any scruples at all.

Wang Zimo didn't know how he had reached the early stage of yin and yang, maybe he had been promoted after absorbing the Dao plate of Lu Manhan, the rudder lord of Renshui.

That night, the prince meditated on his knees and calmly analyzed his strength.

The power of the law is unprepared, and it can be used in group battles, and this day you have to single-handedly fight a hundred hall masters, if you use the power of the law all, the fight has not yet been fought, and you will finish playing first.

Mu Taishi's sword style is too ostentatious with his own Divine Heavenly Technique, and he will definitely be discovered by the King of Han when he fights in the capital, but the first two styles of the Divine Heavenly Technique can be used, as long as the golden sword is not summoned, the noise will not be so loud.

It seems that he can only use martial arts to duel, and when it comes to martial arts, the prince can't help but think of Han Dudu's "entering the enemy camp alone" and "a thousand armies sweeping the shadowless fist".

These two combat skills can be adapted as moves to fight alone, but they are not satisfactory, and they can't always be turned over and over with the same moves, and sooner or later they will be discovered.

Also, since I'm worried about this issue, the Three Hundred Hall Masters must also have some scruples.

"Hey!"

Thinking about it, it can only bring miracles.

Wang Zimo secretly touched the Xuanyao stick that was held by the Yuan Shen, this black iron stick has been owned by the Yuan Shen since it was discovered by the Yuan Shen, and it will not let go like a baby.

"Yours, mine, what are we going to share with each other!

The eastern sky gradually showed a touch of fish belly white, and the clear dew was draped in the morning glow, reflecting half a round of the sun that seemed to be delicate, fiery, red, and iron juice.

The prince stayed up all night, and finally looked forward to the dawn, when he suddenly yawned, and stretched his legs only to feel slightly tired.

When I looked at the sky again, the whole red sun had jumped out, and at the end of the straight street, I woke up one door after another.

"It's time to get to work!"

Wang Zimo didn't know where to start, three hundred hall masters, three hundred battles in three days, and each one could die.

These hall masters listened to Mu Qianyu, and none of them would show mercy when they really handed over hands.

It's a path of rise, but it's also a path of death.

The prince was relieved that at least he was alive now, and he should do something he wanted to do, something meaningful.

From the Mukden Tower to the east, along this street towards the place where the sun rises, to the pavilion teahouse next to the official road outside Kyoto, it is the property of the Bontenjin Sect.

In the eyes of King Han, this is a tumor that grows on the throat and can burst at any time, and he arranged six of the nine Shenxing Schools in Dongcheng, just to take action at any time and pull out this thorn in the flesh of the eye!

The first stop, Baicaotang.

A herb hangs in the middle of the medicine hall, wrapped in yellow paper, pasted with palm-sized boxy red paper, and the word "grass" is written on it.

As soon as you enter the door, you can smell the aroma of herbs, and you will be greeted by rows of rosewood checkered medicine cabinets.

A man with a goatee raised his head, picked up the sleeper and pressed the prescription in his hand, glanced at Wang Zimo, pointed to the pill on the counter and said: "The young master can see, smell, taste, and touch, and he can correctly say the grade, efficacy, and pharmacology of this pill to win." Jishige Baicaotang saves the dead and helps the wounded, and the weapon to fight the enemy is this world Baicao. ”

"No fighting?"

The prince's riveting strength was instantly unloaded, his eyes rolled, he took out a golden wooden coffin from the storage bag, threw it in front of Yao Yongnian, and said: "It is a challenge, when the two sides come up with the problem, if you are wrong to me, you will lose, if you are wrong and I will win, and the rest will be a tie, and the master of Yao Hall only needs to stay quietly in Baicaotang to catch your medicine after three days, and not kill Wang." ”

"This ......"

Yao Yongnian had a black line in his head, the last time the immortal master challenged, he could guess the pharmacology with just a sniff, and besides, the Heavenly God Sect had the rules for the challenge, but he did not arrange to explain the specific details.

The young master said so......

It seems like it's not impossible!

With many years of experience in practicing medicine, Yao Yongnian is quite confident in himself, and he agreed casually without thinking about it.

He took the golden wooden coffin, carefully opened the mechanism, only to hear the "click", the charming aroma suddenly filled the hall, he did not look at the color of the medicine, closed his eyes and carefully tasted the fragrance.

The fragrance is attractive, making Yao Yongnian salivate, as if what is in front of him is not an elixir, but a table of delicacies from the mountains and seas.

The prince silently withdrew from the Hundred Herb Hall and walked to the next stop, it was not a precious elixir, but an ecstasy pill wrapped in a wax pill. If the master of the Yao Hall was on guard, he would definitely find out the clues, but the stupid old man closed his eyes and went over to sniff, and he was on the road at that time, I am afraid that when he wakes up, it will be dark.

The second stop, Wanhuatang.

Coming out of the Baicao Hall, Wang Zimo began to think.

Jishi Pavilion helps the world and the people, and the two hundred and seventy churches under the door must be related to harmony.

Speaking of which, this Jishitang is the best challenge, fortunately the Bagua Pavilion remains neutral, and thanks to the punishment of the heavens.

Otherwise, not to mention three days, even three years would not be enough for him to challenge.

In fact, the prince was silent, and it only took half a day for the immortal master to challenge the Bagua Pavilion, and the remaining day and a half were all spent on the Jishi Pavilion on the road.

Wanhuatang, from the name, Wang Zimo couldn't tell what this hall was for. He looked up at the door plaque, and simply walked in directly, and saw that Song Zhengyang, the master of Wanhua Hall, had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Wang Zimo come out of Baicaotang so quickly, he was very surprised, although the immortal master quickly explained the pharmacology, he was pestered by Yao Yongnian's clingy madman to discuss the way of medicine, and it took half an hour before he was willing to admit defeat.

These princes didn't know, and if they knew, they would be even more glad that they had just knocked out the stupid old man.

"Wanhuatang robs the rich and helps the poor, the rich family is heavily guarded, how many people take the silver but can't escape the pursuit, so what Childe wants to challenge is speed, as long as he can catch up with me, Childe wins!"

Compete with me for speed?

Wang Zimo's eyes lit up suddenly, "crossing the river with a reed" is Sun Xiaosheng's unique stunt, and he learned from the king of thieves.

The King of Thieves, that is the ancestor of the thieves, who dares to steal the Dragon Breath Rock from the Imperial Treasury of the Golden Saint Kingdom, where else in this world does not dare to go?

But seeing Song Zhengyang's toes connecting the dots, stepping out of a strange formation, his body moved slightly, and he was still standing in place in the eyes of outsiders, but his body was already standing at the door.

Seeing Wang Zimo blocking in front of him, Song Zhengyang almost dropped his jaw in shock. Looking at Wang Zimo's hand, he was holding a red belly pocket.

A faint scent of golden orchids wafted from his belly pocket into Wang Zimo's nostrils, and a lazy orange cat was embroidered with golden thread.

The woman's dirty clothes were actually stored by Song Zhengyang.

Needless to say, there must be something wrong!

Wang Zimo shook his head and took a sharp breath, the corners of his lips hooked up evilly, turned around and ran out of Wanhuatang, holding his red belly pocket high and swaggering through the market.

This red belly pocket was stolen by Song Zhengyang when he robbed the rich and helped the poor, and the rich lady was bathing at that time, Song Zhengyang couldn't help but look straight and touched his fingers uncontrollably.

Wang Zimo's evil smile made Song Zhengyang chuckle in his heart.

Seeing this kid turn around and run out of Wanhuatang, he reacted. When he chased out, he found that this bastard had already run to the other side of the long street, and the bright red in his hand was like a spot under the rich lady on the bed, which made Song Zhengyang suddenly hot and angry, his eyes were red, and he hurriedly chased out.

"Childe, wait for me!"

Song Zhengyang only knew that he was kicking the iron plate, this Wang Zimo's speed was more than three times faster than him, looking at the entire Fengtian God Sect, he could surpass him in speed by the number of hands, and the only people who could throw him nine streets like Wang Zimo were the high priest and the rudder of the rudder.

saw Wang Zimo suddenly stop on the street, dancing the red belly pocket in his hand around Song Zhengyang.

"Hall Master Song, tell me what the two hundred and seventy halls of Jishi Pavilion are examined?"

Song Zhengyang's old face turned black and red, and he kept silent with his face, this is the rule of the sect, he can't break it.

But seeing that Wang Zimo was even more dissolute, he actually began to walk through the streets and alleys with a red belly pocket, floating in front of the hall masters, and even stuffed the red belly pocket under Gao Manwen's nose and asked him, "Is it fragrant?"

That Gao Manwen scholar, where had he seen such a presumptuous thing, and before he began to admonish, he saw the prince running away in a daze, his eyes were full of astonishment, and he shook his head and smiled: "Fragrant, really fragrant!"

This sentence happened to be heard by Song Zhengyang, and he was immediately angry but he didn't dare to lose his temper, so he could only follow Wang Zimo out of the city and beg for mercy: "Childe, I said, I will say anything!"