"I, Wang, sit here and wait for three days, and make an appointment to fight in the White Horse Pavilion!"

What a domineering tone, it actually came from the mouth of a milky young man.

Decide the table, settle personal grievances, and once you set foot on it, you will fight to the death.

The younger generation of disciples of the White Horse Pavilion couldn't figure out Wang Zimo's details, and they didn't dare to come to power easily. The uncles and uncles are not easy to come forward, and everyone is afraid of being tongue-in-cheek, and they will end up bullying the small.

For a moment, the prince was silent.

The little girl brought the meal on time, although it was simple, it was hot, and it warmed Wang Zimo's cold heart.

"What's your name?"

The next day, there were still no disciples of the White Horse Pavilion to fight. The prince touched the little girl's mushroom head silently, and handed her a water-attribute vitality bead.

"Ximeng. ”

The prince silently read the words written on the ground by the little girl stained with water, and he sent the Yuan Qi Bead over again, but was still rejected by Ximeng, so he had no choice but to put it away, and asked quietly, "The city knows?"

Ximeng nodded, and suddenly looked up at the tall tower of Jincheng.

There was a woman standing there, dressed in military uniform, heroic and cool, but she couldn't hide her innate charm.

Sensing Wang Zimo's gaze, the woman nodded, and then turned around and went down the tower.

"The Han King has sent a master?"

Wang Zimo was calm in his heart, and he put down his arrogance to fight in the White Horse Pavilion, and the woman was not easy to shoot. After three days, she will inevitably be the first to come to the door.

Day 3.

Rumors of the White Horse Pavilion's cowardice spread throughout Jincheng.

The old, young, women and children all talked about the White Horse Pavilion, and it became a must-talk after tea and dinner.

For a while, the incense of the White Horse Pavilion plummeted, and the head of Chunyuan Daoist had to withdraw from Baiyun Temple, and when he learned the truth, his face turned blue with anger, and he smashed the tea cup in his hand with a "snap".

"Mingchang, how did you become the chief disciple?"

Chun Yuan slapped the desk, and suddenly frightened Lin Mingchang trembling, lowered his head and confessed one after another: "Master is angry, the apprentice will go and kill that criminal!"

"Hmph, now that you know that you went, what did you do when you were sealing the magic barrier in Baiyun Temple?"

"Yes, what the master taught me!"

"It's good now, the incense of the White Horse Pavilion is interrupted, what do the disciples of the outer sect rely on to eat and drink? Without the supply of elixir herbs, where does the foundation of the White Horse Pavilion come from?"

"What the master has taught is this!"

"Call Feng'er over!"

Chunyuan Dao Chang took a deep breath, if you talk about your mind, this Lin Mingchang is definitely not as good as Yan Yefeng, but he is diligent and diligent, and he has never slackened in cultivation, he has been the chief disciple for so many years, except for teaching the teachers and disciples how to cultivate, he has not helped in dealing with the affairs of the White Horse Pavilion.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

The prince was bored, he carefully sorted the Yuan Qi Beads in Ming Bao's storage bag, and finally made up his mind that he would no longer rely on the Yuan Qi Beads to improve his cultivation before his Yuan Qi was formed.

"Someone from the White Horse Pavilion is here!"

I don't know who shouted, and then from the golden city poured out of the crowd of people watching the excitement.

Yan Yefeng walked along the official road with confidence, his blue and white boots spotless, stepping on the sun-soaked stone road, making a "gurgling" sound. The blue hem of the clothes swayed back and forth with the pace, and it could be seen that it had been carefully arranged, as if this time it was not for a duel, but to show off its style.

He looked at Wang Zimo with his head held high, his contemptuous eyes undisguised.

The prince thought that someone would come to the White Horse Pavilion, but he didn't expect it to be Yan Yefeng. Looking at his confident appearance, it must be some treasure that Chunyuan Lao'er gave him.

Suddenly, Yan Yefeng's arrogant pace suddenly suffocated, and then his beaky expression gradually withered, and his pale face instantly turned the color of pig liver.

He looked up irrefutablely, looking at the tower.

But seeing the woman on the city tower smiling lightly, the dozens of guards standing behind her suddenly released a powerful aura, like sharp arrows, surrounding him.

Each of these dozens of guards has a strength no less than that of the master.

Who the hell is she?

Why such excessive demands?

Yan Yefeng was struggling, and behind him were the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion, with anticipation in their eyes. Ahead is the admonition of the woman on the castle tower, "This battle must be lost!"

Must you lose this battle?

This is the decision-making platform!

Losing means dying!

Yan Yefeng didn't dare to doubt the woman's words, if he missed and beat Wang Zimo to death on the decision-making platform, his fate would definitely not be better than him.

Horizontal and vertical are all dead, it's better to pull a cushion before dying!

Yan Yefeng suddenly relaxed, and his pale face returned to a little ruddy. But the ruddy color didn't last long, as if remembering something bad, and the face immediately turned purple.

"Death is a good ending, but the most terrible thing is that life is better than death!"

The woman's words echoed in her ears, death is a good ending, and the most terrible thing is that life is better than death?

Suffering inhuman torture every day, it is difficult to die?

Full of apprehension, Yan Yefeng broke out in a cold sweat. In just a few dozen zhang distance, he walked for half an hour, as if the opposite side was not a decision-making platform but the end of his life.

"Senior brother, kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

The disciples of the White Horse Pavilion coaxed one after another, the prince pouted silently and sneered, the Heavenly Pestle in his hand stretched forward, his left leg was slightly bent, and his right leg retreated while secretly exerting force, just waiting for Yan Yefeng to move, the Heavenly Pestle in his hand would be mercilessly knocked on his head.

"Senior Brother Wang, that ......"

Yan Yefeng hasn't thought of a foolproof plan yet, wouldn't it be wonderful if he could use his tongue to resolve grievances?

"Let's get started!"

The prince did not leave him the slightest leeway, and his surging anger instantly surged towards the heavenly pestle, and a black iron rod instantly became crystal like ink jade, and he could faintly see the bubbling mist flowing from the stick.

Only Wang Zimo knew that it was not a mist of water, but a violent aura wrapped outside the spiritual platform.

The original autumn blue sky suddenly floated a few dark clouds, this dark cloud was as black as ink, floating to the sky above the golden city, suddenly pressed down, the wind under the clouds wailed angrily, and the dry bones and floating corpses could be seen rolling around in the dark clouds like surging demonic energy.

"Interesting!"

The woman on the castle tower curled the corners of her dark red lips and smiled seductively.

"Palace master, it seems to be the breath of the first demon...... Is that black iron rod a magic weapon?"

"It's hard to say. ”

The woman put her hands around her chest and looked at Wang Zimo from afar. The boy has caused her too many accidents, and I don't know what tricks he can use next time.

is obviously inferior to the other party in terms of cultivation, but it occupies a crushing lead in the formation.

This son is worthy of the Lu royal family!

The wind swept the gravel leaves in all directions, causing the people in the audience to raise their heads and curse. However, the dark clouds were really deep, and the grit scraped on the face like a knife, and it also blocked the vision, and it was no longer clear that the two people on the decision-making platform could not be seen clearly.

Yan Yefeng couldn't see Wang Zimo clearly.

Wang Zimo saw him clearly, he raised the Heavenly Pestle high, jumped to Yan Yefeng, the iron rod was split into a semicircle by him, and slammed on Yan Yefeng's head with a whistling sound of breaking the air.

"Bang!"

Yan Yefeng fell to the ground in response, his head blossomed, his eyes bulged, and he was killed on the spot.

"Uh~!"

Wang Zimo was incredulous that Yan Yefeng, who was in the middle stage of Hesheng, was actually beaten to death by himself. Going out is enough for him to blow in Jincheng for half a day!

He looked down at the Heavenly Pestle in astonishment.

This guy likes to knock people's heads.

"That...... Senior Brother Wang, you see, the anger has also disappeared, Senior Brother knows that I am indeed sorry for you, I also died once, let's settle our grievances, how about it?"

When the prince sighed silently, Yan Yefeng suddenly got up from the ground.

His brain burst, and he covered the sunken Heavenly Spirit Cover with his hand, his unfocused pupils turned upward, and his lips purred baldly.

"He's not dead!"

Not only Wang Zimo was surprised, but even the woman standing on the city tower was surprised.

Then, the woman covered her mouth and smiled, a playful expression appeared in the corner of her eyes, she looked at Wang Zimo, and immediately lowered her eyes, staring at Yan Yefeng, as if she wanted to see him through.

"Palace Master, it's a puppet technique!"

"The people on the decision-making platform are puppets, as long as the soul does not disperse, no matter how much the body is damaged, they will not die. However, it's a bit strange that the subordinates can't see clearly......"

"That's right, this puppet is really special!"

The woman's Chrysostom said that she rarely said such long words, "At the beginning, it was indeed the deity, but after he died, the puppet technique was triggered, and the soul was instantly shelled, interesting, this Kunxu is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!"

"Palace Master, do you want to go for a while?"

"No need, the time to come will come!"

Chun Yuan had a good calculation, and he used the "Thousand Machine Puppet Technique" to swap Yan Yefeng with the scarecrow in his palm.

At the beginning, Yan Yefeng was indeed the deity, and he could let go and fight with Wang Zimo. If he is defeated, he will trigger the "Thousand Machine Puppet Technique", instantly detain his soul to the scarecrow, and the Chunyuan Dao Elder will protect the Dharma, and when everyone is gone, the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion will carry Yan Yefeng's body back, as long as the body is still there, he will never die.

If Yan Yefeng and Wang Zimo fought with all their might at the beginning, it was still unknown who would kill the deer.

It's no wonder that Yan Yefeng heard the words before coming to power, this battle must be lost!

If Yan Yefeng couldn't get up on his stomach like that, maybe things would really be as Chun Yuan had calculated, and the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion would carry Yan Yefeng back, and then return his soul.

But this Yan Yefeng just stood up......

Wang Zimo hated Yan Yefeng to the core, and he completely owed all this to him. Killing him ten times or eight times will not relieve hatred.

The Heavenly Pestle was mentioned again, and the prince Molingtai was clear, and he instantly felt the clouds above his head surging with the movements of the Heavenly Pestle.

This blow completely drove the power of the clouds, if Yan Yefeng did not resist, he would definitely die without a corpse, and when the time came, all the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion would be present, and they would not be able to piece the corpse together.

When it was too late, the Chunyuan Daoist who was far away in the White Horse Pavilion suddenly looked solemn, pinched his hands, and a series of sweet blue vitality flew out from his fingertips, forming layers of protective covers, protecting Yan Yefeng and himself, and at the same time he made an extremely dangerous move, only to see a villain running out of the Chunyuan Daoist's road plate, "whooshing" into the scarecrow and disappearing.

Yan Yefeng, who was still dumb-eyed just now, suddenly broke out, his eyes were like owls in the middle of the night, staring at Wang Zimo, and his pale face showed a strong murderous intent.

Wang Zimo instantly felt the pressure, as if he had fallen into the viscous mud, and his movements became more and more sluggish. Seeing Yan Yefeng sacrifice the "Water Breaking Sword", with a slight finger of his right hand, the Water Breaking Sword instantly pierced the void, and when it reappeared, it was still against Wang Zimo's Adam's apple.