The next day, at dawn, Wang Gong came out of the oil-paper tent in rags, his legs trembling!

"The ancients didn't deceive me, the peony flower died, and the ghost was also romantic!"

Wang Gong looked up to the sky and roared, with an inexplicable resentment.

Just yesterday, he was forcibly carried out by the female ghost to have a love of fish and water, and it was not a real fight, but a divine relationship!

The whole process was high-energy, Wang Gong still had palpitations when he recalled it, and he felt very incredible.

The name of this female ghost is Lan Temple, and as Wang Gong expected, the cultivation of Lan Temple has reached the innate realm, and it is even more fierce than the ordinary innate realm.

At least after Wang Gong opened his eyes to heaven, the light he saw on the Lan Temple was even more blazing than the light on the old city god in Jian'an Town!

Wang Gong dared to assert that unless Tianyan activated the protector on his own, his reaction speed would not have time to resist the spiritual attack of the Lan Temple.

But fortunately, Lan Temple did not harm him, but helped Wang Gong, and his spiritual power soared!

Last night, the Lan Temple performed the method of double cultivation of the gods, which raised Wang Gong's spiritual strength to a higher level.

Now Wang Gong's spiritual power has been ranked innate enough!

In other words, although Wang Gong's cultivation has not reached the innate realm, his spiritual power has already reached it!

If Wang Gong uses his spiritual power to manipulate the ghost baby crescent spear, even a congenital master may not be able to get close, and at this moment, Wang Gong can be regarded as having the power of self-preservation.

I'm afraid that in the face of Tianjiao like Cao Kui and Zhao Donghai in the west, Wang Gong is not necessarily inferior, although Wang Gong now has the spiritual power of the innate realm, but he still does not dare to underestimate these Tianjiao.

To be able to reach this level, all of them have the support of huge forces behind them, and their heritage is immeasurable!

Cao Kui, the governor of Xichang, and Shen Yao, the unequaled county lord, have the support of the huge Chu Dynasty behind them, the Tianshan faction behind the red dust fairy Xihuan, and the support of the twelve ancient families in the southwest behind Zhao Donghai, the swordsman of Guanshan.

Therefore, the martial arts they have learned are probably top-notch, and Wang Gong's biggest reliance at present is the long strength of the "Xuan Turtle Fetal Breath Technique", the "Flying Immortal Ayaluo Step", which is known as the world's first light skill, the spiritual power of the innate realm, and the unpredictable ghost baby crescent spear.

He also has a lot of background, and he also has the strength to compete in the face of many Tianjiao.

"It's really strange, why are they all investing in me, do they see something?"

Wang Gong was a little puzzled, the old city god in Jian'an Town, the ancient osmanthus tree, and the Lan Temple were all invested in themselves, which could no longer be explained by coincidence.

In fact, Wang Gong really thinks about this point too much, not that he has anything special, but although there are many Tianjiao in this era, there are really not many free-range people like him.

Because every Tianjiao represents the essence of the forces behind him, and it is the hard work of a dynasty or a sect family, so they can't touch the Lan Temple at all.

And other Tianjiao will not wander around like him, there are many guards around, so the Lan Temple will invest in Wang Gong's body.

When Wang Gong went down the mountain, although he felt gloomy and compassionate, and even sometimes he directly discovered the existence of ghosts, but these spirits seemed to have received some instructions, and they just surrounded Wang Gong and Xi Lu, and did not attack.

"You useless thing, you don't even know when you're close!"

Wang Gong slapped the horse on the head, he had not slept all night last night, but the animal had slept soundly last night.

"Qingxi Town! The town is already deserted, I'm afraid these ghosts are all residents of Qingxi Town, right?"

After Wang Gong and Xi Lu descended the mountain, they saw the rumored isolated town, which was now completely lifeless and dusty, and the streets of the town were also overgrown with green moss and calf-high weeds.

Everything in the town is deserted, but the central loft is as new as new.

"Squeak-"

On the second floor of the attic, the windows suddenly opened.

"Playboy, please stay!"

Lan Temple suddenly appeared on the roof of the building, standing with his hands in his hands, his clothes raised without wind, and his eyes were deep and long-term.

"Lady of Lansi, what did you call me?"

Wang Gong didn't dare to stop, the strength of this Lan Temple was too strong, even if Wang Gong now had the spiritual power of the innate realm, he didn't dare to finish Shenglan Temple.

"There is no other treasure in the Lan Temple, there is a lack of hanging jade on the waist of the prince, this exquisite dice has the effect of calming the nerves, and the Lan Temple will give it to the son!"

Lansi hung a delicate dice hanging jade and threw it to Wang Gong, who raised his hand and caught it steadily.

Start warm, the slightest wisp of coolness refreshes people's hearts and spleens, has the effect of concentrating, is a strange thing!

"If he succeeds in paying tribute to the king in the future, he will definitely repay the kindness of the girl in the Lan Temple today!"

Wang Gong was grateful in his heart, this exquisite plug hanging jade, the effect is extraordinary, and the effect on the Lan Temple is probably not small.

"Aren't you a famous flower?"

Lan Temple was a little surprised, but Wang Gong was slightly stunned, he couldn't help himself just now, and actually said his real name.

"Wang Gong is my real name, and Hua Rong is a pseudonym for walking the rivers and lakes. ”

Wang Gong's scalp was a little numb, for fear that this aunt and grandmother would be unhappy and click him.

"I have a lot of relationship with the surname Wang, a hundred years ago there was a son of Wang Zhan, who had been tempered with me with elixir, I heard that he saved his second son, he is as handsome as you, and he is also a graceful and elegant person. ”

Lan Temple's eyes were fascinated, and she recalled the old days.

"Wang Zhan? That's my father, did he leave any clues, any elixirs, what else did he tell you?"

Wang Gong walked all the way, this was the first time he heard the news of his father, and he couldn't help but be a little excited.

"What? You turned out to be Wang Zhan's son, so what is your mother's name?"

Lan Temple's reaction is no less than Wang Gong's, the son of his benefactor a hundred years ago, and now he is helped by himself, and there is no cause and effect in the world.

"My mother is Hu Ying, what happened to them?"

Wang Gong flew up, went up to the attic in one step, and stood facing the Orchid Temple.

"I don't know what happened to them, I just learned from their words that they came from the East China Sea to collect the elixir to give Wang Jiaerlang his life!

Presumably you are the Erlang of the Wang family, they once mentioned that in a hundred years, there will be a great world coming, and many Tianjiao will be born, saying that I can wait here for someone who is destined.

Over the years, there have been a lot of people who have been eaten by me, and I want to come to Engong to talk about you!"

Lan Temple's answer made Wang Gong a little disappointed, it seems that he really wants to know what his father and mother went through back then, and only by going to the East China Sea to step on the immortal road can he find the answer!

"I have been sealed in the sarcophagus for a hundred years, and when I wake up, it will be a hundred years later, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, I will find the whereabouts of my father!"

Wang Gong's gaze became firm, his father and mother may have paid an unimaginable price in order to save him, and now that his whereabouts are unknown, how can he rest assured?

"Drive!"

Wang Gong rode Xilu and left Qingxi Town.

Lan Si stood on top of the attic, looking at Wang Gong's departing back, but his face suddenly changed, and he squatted down with a painful expression.