When Song Pingcun didn't expect it at all, Wang Zhenren suddenly launched an attack. If Liu Yiyi hadn't put a small gown on him closely, this blow would have definitely immobilized him.
At this time, Song Pingcun was just a little angry and blood was rising, and he looked at the old man in front of him in disbelief.
"Boy, telling your true identity may save you from death." Wang Huaiming actually did not intend to kill Song Pingcun with one blow. Song Pingcun's explanation and cultivation of medicinal properties just now opened his eyes. Before acquiring this knowledge, he would not let Song Pingcun die.
"Master, what did you say? I don't understand." Faced with the sudden crisis, Song Pingcun was panicked and didn't know how to deal with it. His cultivation level could not stop Wang Huaiming at all.
However, when Wang Huaiming was about to take a step forward and prepare to approach Song Pingcun, he was surprised to find that Song Pingcun in front of him seemed to be very far away, visually very close, but this step seemed to have never moved at all.
The surrounding medicinal materials, no matter how big or small, began to move rapidly on the ground, and even some vine-like medicinal materials directly wrapped around him. The poisonous stings that he usually had to touch with caution were right in front of him. He knew that if he moved again, these stings would pierce into his most vulnerable places. With so many poisons combined, he was not sure at all. Even the most powerful therapist could not save him.
He just opened his mouth to speak, but found that his mouth was open but he did not dare to close it. A shiny black piece of wood was pressed against his Adam's apple. He didn't know what it was, but the smell made him feel threatened. That is the aura that only high-level practitioners have.
His eyes showed panic, but there was nothing he could do, sweat dripping down his face.
Although Song Pingcun didn't know at all, everything in front of him was no longer true. From the moment he was slapped by Wang Huaiming, his position with Wang Huaiming was separated, and what he saw was just an illusion.
After patting the dirt on his body, Song Pingcun stood up.
"Master Wang, I just want to come to Po Yuan Sect to practice. I just want to practice. I don't know why you want to kill me?" How could this twelve-year-old boy understand a sect's attitude towards discovering a weirdo like him? Not to mention the defensive mentality of those who are weak.
But Wang Huaiming stood in front of him, saying nothing, and actually just looking at him as if nothing happened. He was a little embarrassed and could only turn his eyes away slightly.
Song Pingcun didn't understand the early warning from a senior sect about endangering the sect's safety.
In Wang Huaiming's view, there is no such thing as a free lunch. He, Song Pingcun, was neither a descendant of the family attached to Po Yuan Zong nor a native of Nandu City, so how could he suddenly appear? Po Yuan Sect is not a high-level sect, it is just a small sect wandering among the third-class sects.
He is really a genius in cultivation and has learned it without any teacher. Why don't he go to those high-level sects but come to defeat the Yuan Sect?
In this scene, Wang Huaiming could hear Song Pingcun's words, but he couldn't say a word.
Although Song Pingcun explained it sincerely, Wang Huaiming was even more unconvinced. I can't see through the opponent's cultivation level, but I can instantly make the poisonous trees and poisonous weeds I planted around me attack me. Not only that, but there is also a shiny black stick that I don't know if it is a weapon or a high-level spiritual weapon. You can threaten yourself.
Song Pingcun said he came to break Yuanzong to practice, who would believe it! Are you still cheating at this time? But now he can't speak or move. Except for the ability to move his eyes, he is just a wooden person.
Fortunately, not long after, a silver light appeared in front of him, revealing a beautiful girl. She first saluted Song Pingcun and said, "Sir, what's wrong with you?"
Song Pingcun shook his head: "Yiyi, I don't know what happened to Master Wang. He got angry just talking about planting medicinal materials. Even if I said something wrong, it's not like he asked me who my real identity is! Yiyi, do I still have another identity?"
"Sir, aren't you the son of the leader of the Song clan in Songji Town? What else is your identity? He is so rare and strange! I will help you go outside to rest first, and I will explain to Master Wang later."
Song Pingcun glanced at Zhenren Wang, who was still smiling at him, and did not object. He apologized and left with Liu Yiyi.
Song Pingcun and Liu Yiyi left, and those poisonous trees and poisonous weeds slowly moved away. The wood spirit left Wang Huaiming's throat, but picked it a few times in front of his eyes, as if as a warning, before disappearing in front of him.
Wang Huaiming, who had regained his "freedom", just wanted to fly into the sky, but found that the sky seemed to be sealed, and even his feet could not leave the ground, let alone leaping.
He is being held captive. After waiting for half an hour, a beautiful figure appeared again, and then all the surrounding restrictions disappeared.
"Humph", Wang Huaiming realized how stupid his actions just now were. The oppressive feeling of his cultivation was even worse than the one who didn't know whether it was a spiritual weapon or something.
"Master Wang?" Liu Yiyi looked at the old man in front of her. If it weren't for the Emperor's order, the flower spirit and the wood spirit could kill him instantly without her taking action.
"Don't dare! Your Majesty, Wang Huaiming, has met the senior!" Although the girl in front of him looked young, he knew she was quite old based on her cultivation alone. He did not dare to call her a girl.
"Don't be cautious. What happened just now? It's best to explain clearly." There was no doubt in Liu Yiyi's words.
"Senior looks down on me, Po Yuan Zong, so much. Could you please tell me what offended me, Po Yuan Zong?" How dare Wang Huaiming explain the reason.
"Does Po Yuan Zong still need to look down upon?" Liu Yiyi didn't want to talk to him anymore. If it weren't for the current actual situation, she wouldn't even bother to take a look at this kind of sect. She asked sternly again: "Does Po Yuan Zong dare to offend me? ?”
Wang Huaiming knew clearly from Liu Yiyi's aura that the other party's words were true. Not to mention offending him, sects like Po Yuan Zong probably wouldn't even have a chance to interact with him.
With a sigh, he admitted: "Senior, what are your orders, but it doesn't matter!"
"Don't worry, my young master has no grievances or enmities with your Po Yuan Sect. He just came to Po Yuan Sect to practice. If Po Yuan Sect can't accept it, it doesn't matter. There is no need for Fengchi Mountain to exist." Liu Yiyi spoke very slowly. , not a word of nonsense.
First, I explained that the other party might have a misunderstanding. If it were explained that there was no background, Wang Huaiming would not believe it even to death. Instead of explaining it, he would just explain the purpose. If there is any objection to a small sect like Po Yuan Sect, then there is no need to exist. It is not that the name is gone, nor that the sect is gone, but that Fengchi Mountain will no longer exist.
"Senior, why do you need to make it difficult for me to destroy a small sect of Yuan Sect?" Wang Huaiming mustered up the courage and spoke out unwillingly.
"Did my young master pass the examination of Po Yuan Sect and enter the sect?" Liu Yiyi raised her eyebrows and stared at Wang Huaiming.
"...I wonder what Mr. Song needs from me to break Yuan Zong?" After a while of silence, Wang Huaiming finally felt that he had no purpose and there was really no reason to come to break Yuan Zong to practice.
Of course, it was impossible to tell Wang Huaiming about the Soul Grass. Liu Yiyi said what the Emperor of Heaven really wanted before: "My young master hopes to find his own way. If there is a Po Yuan Sect on this road, it should be you." If the young master stays in Po Yuan Zong for one year, Po Yuan Zong will be stable for one year; if the young master stays in Po Yuan Zong for ten years, Po Yuan Zong will be stable for ten years; if the young master stays here for a thousand years, Po Yuan Zong will be stable for a thousand years. "
Wang Huaiming's body trembled. What the woman opposite said was tantamount to a promise. Po Yuan Sect has always been on the edge of third-class sects. If we can take this opportunity, wouldn't it be possible to reach a higher level? The matter that junior brother has been worrying about can be perfectly solved.
"Senior, I take these words as a promise."
"Once a word is spoken, it's hard to chase it back."
