Most of the famous cultivators in Yizhang know the interesting stories of Jiang Banlang when he was young. When he was young, he was a master of the world. He always cared about life and death, but he looked down upon anyone, even if he was Knowing that his skills were inferior, he always risked his life and forced him to fight his way through Yizhang North Road. When people in the world talked about this man, they all couldn't laugh or cry: With such courage, of course it cannot be said that it is a piece of cake. It's a bad thing, but the behavior of this Jiang Banlang is actually very different from ordinary people. Without saying anything, he comes to the door with a mace and wants to fight with others to become a reckless person who will lose both sides. It is extremely embarrassing to put it on that person's head. Not to mention Jiang Banlang's physical strength, which is enough to make many senior experts astounded.
There was a Ye Toutuo who had always had a bad reputation in the world. In the early years, he violated the Buddhist rules and asked the abbot to expel him from the temple. He wandered around the world all day long. For some reason, he developed a grudge against Jiang Banlang and sneaked into the Jianghu where the latter was at night. Among the gang members, he almost cut off the latter's waist and abdomen with a Zen staff. No one knows how Jiang Banlang, who is quite famous in the world, survived this fatal injury. In short, after only a few months of warmth and recovery, the wild man is full of life again, and he has not forgotten to find the man. The traces of Ye Toutuo were captured by relying on the network of tyrannical means in the northern border of Yizhang to capture the drunk Toutuo from a hook fence.
However, Jiang Banlang didn't do much killing. Instead, he allowed this shabby Tutuo, who was extremely alcoholic, to take the top position in his gang. If Jiang Banlang had restrained himself before entering the spiritual path, after entering the spiritual path, he had no scruples. Relying on his condensed physique and spiritual talent, he had been able to trace the four realms over several years. , a total of only more than ten years, he took the seat of Langmeng Pavilion Mountain Gate and carried it to his current position by himself.
But since Wu Shuang set up the mountain gate in Nangong Mountain, Lang Mengting, who had vaguely had the momentum to be the first in the Yizhang Xianjia Mountain Gate, has been feeling a little aggrieved. Not to mention that Jiang Banlang's realm is always one step behind Wu Shuang, always one level behind. Even his disciples cannot compare with Liu Qing and Qian Yin's rapid progress. Jiang Banlang is often so angry that he picks up his mace and He clamored to go to Nangong Mountain to put some vermilion on Wu Dajianxian's forehead, but he couldn't get the upper hand every time. Jiang Banlang was even more annoyed. He was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, so he had to train those disciples hard. As a result, there are often shrill and wailing sounds from the Langmeng Pavilion, and birds dare not approach.
Over and over again, most people who practice Yizhang have heard this saying, saying that a talent is exhausted, and he cannot break through the five realms with his head raised, and he cannot train his disciples with his head lowered. It's not that Jiang Banlang's abilities are low, he just talks about them casually and uses them for entertainment after dinner. As for the master of the sect who thinks he can break into the four realms at such an age, how can he really have no talent at all.
"Why can't you practice swordsmanship?" Liu Qing was surprised, but she turned to look at the wild man's expression again, and immediately realized something in her heart. She probably thought about how she brought the mace to Nan Gong, but was later killed by her master's green frost sword. His whole body swelled up after being slapped. He suppressed a smile, slowly retracted the second half of his sentence, and waited quietly for Jiang Banlang to speak.
The arrogant man rolled his eyes at the scholar and said, "Did you mean to ask this question? I have not yet reached the age where I am old and dim. When I went to Nangong Mountain that year, you were only a teenager. Your master has been asking around, and look, now he is on par with my predecessors." Then the conversation changed, "Whether you practice swordsmanship or not, this kid has a good temper with me, but he lacks sharpness. If If you can enter my sect, don't dare to say more. It will take Master Yun a few months for this spirit to take shape. By then, wouldn't it be better to give up the swordsmanship and practice whip mace."
As Jiang Banlang spoke, he couldn't help but smile. He shouted down, "That kid, come up and talk to me."
Without waiting for the young man to answer, the reckless man pointed out an iron mace, and it fell to the young man's feet in a blink of an eye. He held the figure up and left the ground. In an instant, it was hanging in front of the two people. The other five iron maces were instantly moved by thunder. Penetrating into the joints on the monster's back, it caused another burst of angry hissing and waves of blood.
Yun Zhong stiffened his body and gulped, but when he saw the monster in front of him that was locked by the river current, and then looked at the tiny figure on the ground, he was still unable to speak.
"This is a rare thing," Jiang Banlang said dissatisfiedly, "Now that you have entered the practice of cultivation, you are still afraid of heights? It is really ridiculous. I would like to ask you, can you have a teacher? That swordsmanship just now is another Who did you learn it from?”
Having said this, even the reckless man couldn't bear it
"If you don't have a teacher, come to my Langmeng Pavilion Mountain Gate one day to talk about it. If your talent is good, you might as well become my disciple, Jiang Banlang. In just ten years, I can help you step into the four realms and rise to the top, okay? ?”
Jiang Banlang's face was slightly flushed. Liu Qing beside him could tell without having to say anything. The master of a sect who was well established in the four realms seemed to be really interested in accepting a disciple. Although he didn't know what Yun Zhong had just said. No matter what he did, the scholar still smiled contentedly and said, "Junior brother, since Master Jiang asked a question, just tell the truth. The monster seems to be running rampant. Now that it is restrained, there is no way to escape. .”
The mangy man nodded, "Of the three masters and disciples on Nangong Mountain, you, Liu Qing, know how to advance and retreat, and your words are the most eloquent. It is really not easy for you to always control this kind of mentality and conduct yourself under Wu Shuang's sect."
The monster below does not understand human language, but it also knows the cultivation of these two people in mid-air. Today, I am afraid that I will not have a happy ending. I don't care about the five iron maces piercing through my body. It is dozens of feet long and gradually shrinks. However, as soon as Jiang Banlang finished speaking, the five iron maces vibrated suddenly. Before the monster had time to force it out of the body, its body was shattered by the huge force until it was torn into pieces.
"Boy, tell me again, what did you call him just now?" Jiang Banlang showed no expression on his face and pointed at the young man standing on the iron mace.
"It has been a few months since the younger junior brother entered the school," Liu Qing said with a smile. "When the master left, he had already decided on the candidate for the third junior brother. Therefore, although the third junior brother entered the apprenticeship with him, his ranking is higher."
Yun Zhongxingsi should not be called Junior Brother. Since he is called Junior Brother, it means that no matter how many disciples Wu Shuang takes in the future, this young man who is afraid of heights will be the successor of Wu Shuang's mantle. It is precisely because of this An unconventional rule made Jiang Banlang's anger suddenly rise in his heart.
After practicing for many years, it was easy to fall in love with a suitable boy, but Wu Shuang was still the first to catch him.
Jiang Banlang, who was not afraid of anything, looked up to the sky and cursed after being stunned for a long time.
"Your uncle's Wu Shuang."
