Wang Jing rested by the lake for another day, washed the dust, adjusted his state, and then set off to find Bi Xuan to learn. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Bi Xuan was the number one master of the Turks, and naturally accompanied the Turkic Jili Khan, whose exquisite luxury was far above the other tents, and it was as obvious as a light in the dark night.

Wang Jing saw the king's tent from a distance, so he shouted with the skill of thousands of miles of sound transmission: "Wuzun Bi Xuanke, please come out for a while!"

Near the king's tent, Zhao Deyan and Bi Xuan naturally heard the voice.

Zhao Deyan naturally heard it, this was Wang Jing's voice.

Although Bi Xuan didn't know who it was, this voice was so loud and full of energy, and it was still the kung fu of thousands of miles of sound transmission, and it was obviously not easy to give it.

Bi Xuan hadn't encountered this situation for many years, and immediately replied: "Who is your friend, since you are here, why don't you come to meet!"

"As you wish!" replied Wang Jing.

Bi Xuan got out of the camp, and Wang Jing was already close.

Wang Jing looked at Bi Xuan to be in his thirties, extremely tall, perfect physique, bronzed skin shimmering with dazzling luster, jet-black hair straight back into a bun, his face was handsome and sharp, like a bronze cast without the slightest flawless portrait, just looking at the eyes can make people unforgettable, the heart is terrifying. His tall and straight nose is embedded with a pair of cold and radiant eyes full of bewitching charm, but it does not reveal the changes and feelings in his heart, making people feel that he can destroy anyone or anything at any time, and there will be no guilt afterwards.

As soon as Bi Xuan stood there, his whole body exuded an inexplicable terrifying momentum, as if he was a god and demon who secretly ruled the prairie, and suddenly appeared in the world. The wild linen robe draped over his body fluttered in the wind, and his palms were broad and broad, as if they contained the most terrifying power in the world. The most thrilling thing is that he is like a sea full of undercurrents, moving with stillness, and stillness with movement, teaching people to be completely unpredictable about its movements.

While Wang Jing was looking at Bi Xuan, Bi Xuan was naturally also looking at Wang Jing.

In Bi Xuan's opinion, Wang Jing was dressed in white, with a handsome face and a graceful and luxurious bearing, and he couldn't help but feel good at first sight. Wang Jing's eyes were blazing, containing a bit of majesty, a bit of purity, and a bit of excitement. As soon as Wang Jing stood there, his gestures were very beautiful, as if he was integrated with the whole environment, it was so harmonious, and moving a little bit at will would destroy this beauty. Wang Jing's body exuded a powerful aura, like an abyss and a sea, sometimes surging, sometimes quiet and dormant, as if anyone dared to make a move against Wang Jing, it would inevitably attract a stormy counterattack.

Bi Xuan had seen Ning Daoqi, it was a kind of indifferent and indifferent atmosphere, but the feeling that Wang Jing gave him was extremely complicated, a little favorable, a little majestic, and a little dangerous.

The two looked at each other for a while, but before they could speak, Zhao Deyan also got out of the camp and rushed over.

Wang Jing said with a smile: "I don't want to bring Yan Shuai here, don't let Yan Shuai come?"

Zhao Deyan said with a smile: "I haven't seen you in March, Wang Shaoxia has improved a lot, it's really gratifying!"

Zhao Deyan said to Bi Xuan again: "This is what I mentioned to you, Wang Jing, a young master who has been in the limelight in the Central Plains recently!"

Bi Xuan said lightly: "You came to me, why did you come to me?"

Wang Jing said with a smile: "The three great masters are famous all over the world, so I have come to see them, learn from them, and confirm the martial arts!"

Bi Xuan said with a smile: "I heard that the evil king Shi Zhixuan is slightly inferior in your hands, and you have recently improved again, no wonder you are full of confidence." Martial arts have reached the level of you and me, if you want to go further, it will be difficult, a certain family has not met an opponent for a long time, you came just in time, please!"

Although Bi Xuan is arrogant, Wang Jing is a master at the same level as him, so he naturally does not know how to put on music, and his respect for masters at the same level is respect for himself.

As soon as Bi Xuan's voice fell, Zhao Deyan retreated to the door of the tent, indicating that he had no intention of interfering, which was a tribute to the master.

Wang Jing was also not polite, and took the first move "Kanglong has regrets" to slap Bi Xuan.

The eighteen palms of the dragon descending this set of martial arts, with the improvement of the user's skills, the power is also improved, Wang Jing himself has the air of the emperor, at this moment to play the eighteen palms of the dragon, with the domineering meaning of the real dragon, every move is vaguely accompanied by the sound of the dragon's groan.

Bi Xuan knew it well, and the attack strength of this blow was no weaker than the ordinary blow of the Great Grandmaster, but Bi Xuan didn't care at all, only to see Bi Xuan's simple punch blast out, although there was not the slightest whistling sound, nor did it bring half of the strength, but it had already blocked Wang Jing's palm power.

With a "boom", Wang Jing's palm power and Bi Xuan's fist strength met in the center of the two, and the strong wind dispersed and surged around like waves.

Wang Jing didn't expect this ordinary blow to be able to help Bi Xuan, and immediately flew up, it was a move "Flying Dragon in the Sky", attacking in the air, and the power was far above "Kanglong has regrets".

Bi Xuan kicked on his hind feet, and when Wang Jing flew up, he also jumped into the air, infused his fists with the true qi of the hot sun, and hit Wang Jing.

"Bang bang" twice, the two fists intersected, and each was shocked back a step.

Wang Jing only felt a burst of heat in his palm, and Wang Jing used Jiuyang True Qi to swim in his palm slightly, and then dispelled this feeling of heat and dryness!

It was the first time Wang Jing had encountered this situation, and when he was fighting against someone, he was invaded by someone's fist intent in his palm, and praised: "Yanyang's miraculous skills are really good, and they really deserve their reputation!"

However, Bi Xuan was even more surprised, as soon as his scorching sun magic fist intent came out, the contacts all felt drought and heat, and they were in a bad state, just like being exposed to the sun in the desert for many days, on the verge of dying of thirst, the terrifying taste of dryness and lack of water, but Wang Jing didn't have the slightest thing, as if he didn't ignore his fist intent at all.

What surprised Bi Xuan even more was that Wang Jing's true qi seemed to have this effect, his fist was invaded by Wang Jing's Jiuyang true qi, and he actually had a feeling of dryness and heat, this kind of true qi was even more domineering, and it was actually melting his true qi. Bi Xuan also used the Yanyang True Qi to swim around his fists, winning by quantity and dispersing Wang Jing's Jiuyang True Qi.

As soon as Wang Jing landed, he didn't stay, the figure flashed, and it had disappeared, and suddenly appeared on Bi Xuan's side, and a punch blasted out, which was a move "Great Demon Fist", which bombarded Bi Xuan's shoulder.

"Good body!" Bi Xuan praised.

Bi Xuan, like an uncertain prophet, had already turned around and punched Wang Jing's fist.

Wang Jing closed his fist, changed his fist and grabbed it, and his body turned again, extremely fast, and grabbed the back of Bi Xuan's neck.

A scene that surprised Wang Jing appeared, when Wang Jing's five claws approached the back of Bi Xuan's neck, Bi Xuan had already punched Wang Jing's wrist.

If Wang Jing doesn't retract his claws, he will inevitably be hit in the wrist by Bi Xuan first, Bi Xuan's fist is so powerful, one punch can abolish Wang Jing's wrist, even if he catches it, it's useless. (To be continued.) )