“?a? ? n?en? ??? ．?ｒ?ａ?ｎ?? ｅ?ｎ `ｏ?ｒ?ｇ?” Zheng Tianshou said hatefully, "Elder Wang, Wang Ying is your nephew, and you are the elder of my Qingfeng Mountain, you must avenge Wang Ying and vent a bad breath for this village!"

"However, until now, there is no evidence to prove that this kid killed Wang Ying. "The old man surnamed Wang is still a little sensible.

"Wang Lao, before Wang Ying died, he fought with him twice, and the second one, according to onlookers, was covered in blood, and then disappeared. Up to now, more than a month has passed, and there is still no news, no one alive or dead. I've asked a lot of people, but no one has ever seen him go out of Taolin Town! If it wasn't for this kid's hand, who else would it be!"

Hearing this, the old man surnamed Wang basically agreed with Zheng Tianshou's inference. He is a high-level spiritual deity, but his actual combat experience and the depth of his cultivation are far beyond those of ordinary high-level spiritual deities.

So, in his eyes, that plain-looking young man was now almost equivalent to a dead man.

The people in the sixth layer have just been attacked by a wave of spiritual thoughts, and it is the time of free time. As a rule of thumb, it is at least a pillar of incense before a second wave of psychic attacks arrives.

Therefore, the old man surnamed Wang thought that he had enough time to solve Ruan Zun. With this in mind, two short canes slowly appeared in his sleeves.

"Boy, those two look at you wrongly, full of murderous intent. Uya said, "Be careful. ”

"I'm your president, not a brat. Ruan Zun complained about this frivolous title.

"Hmph. Wu Ya snorted from her nose, and actually stepped forward to take Akiko's hand and chatted by herself. Zhangzi knew that she was the one who accompanied Ruan Zun, and she had the intention to please, muttered, and chatted happily with her.

Purple Shikibu didn't know Wuya's motives and wanted to stop him, but under Akiko's eyes, he finally stopped and let it go.

All she felt was a headache. Her Royal Highness, this trip to the Song Kingdom, the world she did was shocking, and after returning to Japan, she didn't know how to end it.

The old man surnamed Wang carried two short sticks about one foot long, walked in front of Ruan Zun, stretched out one of the sticks and pointed at him: "You are Ruan Zun?"

"Exactly, I don't know what this old man is called?"

Although he knew that the other party was standing next to Zheng Tianshou and must be from Qingfeng Mountain, Ruan Zun still pretended not to ask.

"The old man, Wang Boling, is the master of the Hidden Wind Hall of Qingfeng Mountain, and the third master of Qingfeng Mountain, Wang Yingwang Dwarf Tiger, is my nephew. The old man surnamed Wang said a little proudly, and seemed to be very proud of his identity between his words.

"It turned out to be a senior from Qingfeng Mountain, and the junior was rude. Ruan Zun gave the other party a ritual of a junior meeting an elder.

Seeing that he was so polite, Wang Boling was still useful in his heart, and nodded, "No need to be polite." Let me ask you, Wang Ying, Wang Xiaohu, do you know his whereabouts now?"

Know. His flesh and blood were devoured by the Dark Sword, and the black crystals produced in his head and body were in my shadow. Ruan Zun thought in his heart, and his face made the boss's indignant look, "I fought against him twice and was seriously injured by him. He hurt me and left, I don't know where he went!"

"I don't know?" Wang Boling stared into his eyes, "Everyone said that the day he disappeared, he was in Taolin Town, and he never left the town! His life and his whereabouts must have something to do with you, hurry up and hand him over!"

As he spoke, his voice was violent.

"I see that you are old, and I call you a senior. Ruan Zun also sank his face, "Wang Ying and I are friends and enemies, how can I control where he goes, his life or death! If you want to find an excuse to make trouble with me in Peach Blossom Mountain, I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

With a bang, the dragon soul sword came out of its sheath and lay horizontally in front of him. Xiang Wuya and Zhangzi said: "Don't help each other, I'll see what this hall master can do with me!"

"The kid is arrogant!" Wang Boling shouted violently, took three steps steadily, swiped his staff, and hit his head.

Ruan Zun sealed it with a sword and took the double staff. A burst of powerful spiritual power came from the sword, which shook his mouth numb.

Wang Boling's cultivation is the result of most of his life's hard work, and he is not like many people who rely on pills to support their spiritual power. His cultivation is quite solid. Although people are older, their strength and cultivation are not bad at all.

Some people even say that judging from his strength, half a foot has already stepped into the realm of spirit generals.

Some people also say that the strongest strength in Qingfeng Mountain is not the Jinmao Hu Yanshun, the master of Dazhai, but several hall masters on the mountain. Those few people, those with low cultivation, are all middle-level spirit venerables, and they are all experienced in a hundred battles.

At this time, Ruan Zun and this Wang Boling's spiritual soldiers were separated with a touch. In this momentary time, I have an understanding of the general strength of the opponent.

Wang Boling's spiritual cultivation is very profound, far stronger than Ruan Zun.

Now, in these six layers, the two of them are still fighting against the weight of a thousand catties from time to time.

Ruan Zun's original path is known for his flexibility. In this pressure, the flexible body and the number of paths are greatly reduced.

The strength of spiritual power is weaker than that of the opponent.

The level of spiritual activity is also limited.

How to win this battle?