The senior brother died tragically inexplicably, but everything happened so fast. Zhai Ning could not truly reconstruct what had just happened. When he saw the little kid coming towards him, he was filled with anger. He raised the spirit sword and thought A sword cut the child in half. But just as he raised the sword in his hand, he heard the master's shout: "Idiot! Get out of the way!" Then he saw the kid raise his fist and punch him from the air, and there was a golden light in front of his eyes. In a flash, he seemed to be hit head-on by a civil construction pile driver. His whole body flew out like a kite with a broken string, and then fell heavily to the ground.
Zhai Ning spurted out a mouthful of blood, and all the bones in his upper body were shattered. He lay limply on the ground and could no longer move.
The four big eyes of Li Qingru and Qin Yu could no longer move away from Wang Shen's body. At this moment, this small body seemed to them to be as tall as ten thousand feet.
Chen Lantian, who had not spoken or participated in the battle, finally walked out of the crowd. He jogged all the way to Wang Shen and bowed and said: "Old Mogan Sword Master Chen Lantian, the little god saved hundreds of us today." Life! Such a great favor, I am willing to work with all my disciples as cattle and horses for the little god!"
Chen Lantian had a good vision. When a powerful enemy came to his door, he was already prepared to live and die with the sect, but as soon as Wang Shen took action, he realized that his savior had arrived. Even though he was just a child, with him, he might be able to win. So he quickly decided to show his goodwill to Wang Shen, so that Wang Shen's determination to save him and the Mogan Sword Sect would be strengthened.
Wang Shen straightened his back, tried his best to make an expression that he thought a master should have, clasped his fists and smiled: "Uncle Chen, don't be so polite. Even if you don't say so, I will take care of today's matter." Then he looked back. Li Qingru.
When he glanced over, everyone present thought he was looking at the two women behind him.
"You know how heroes save beauties at such a young age. Could this little brat be transformed into an old monster that has lived for hundreds of years?"
"But he does have skills, enough for him to act like a hero in front of pretty girls."
"Oh, life is still important. Being alive is better than anything else. Let alone Li Qingru and Qin Yu, even if he wants all the girls present, so what?"
The male disciples had mixed feelings in their hearts, and each had his own concerns.
But only Qin Yu saw that Wang Shen was looking at Li Qingru next to her. She glanced at Li Qingru subconsciously, and saw this innocent girl pouting her lips slightly and looking at Wang Shen with her eyes straight. Qin Yu suddenly felt a little aggrieved. She looked at Wang Shen reluctantly, but the child had already turned around and was talking to the master again.
At this time, a murderous figure fell from the sky. As the man landed, the entire Wensu Tomur Grand Canyon seemed to tremble.
"Master!" Zhai Ning's two still alive brothers shouted in unison.
"Bring Pang Duo's body back." Wengyi Sanren said to the two disciples behind him without looking back, staring at Wang Shen.
"Yes!" The two men immediately flew over to the headless corpse, carried it back, placed it beside Zhai Ning, and then leaned over to check Zhai Ning's injuries.
"Child. You are only at the foundation-building stage, but you actually injured two of my disciples. If you leave here alive today, we, the Wengyi San people, will be completely discredited in the Western Region in the future. What sect and sect are you from, sir? Who is it? After that, you and I will decide whether to live or die."
Wengyisan is as tall as his four disciples. His facial features are sunken and he looks very different from the Han people in China. But his eyes were light brown, not green like Shuanghenmo.
He continued to observe on the cliff without blinking, and determined that Wang Shen was only at the foundation-building stage, but he had never seen any clues about Wang Shen's punching power that could hurt the enemy from a distance. He judged that it must be a powerful magic weapon given to him by his master. As long as he found out the details of the magic weapon, wouldn't it be easy to kill a mere foundation-building stage baby? As for after killing this little bastard, he will kill everyone in Wensu Tomur Canyon to avenge his two apprentices, and then he will also come to the Helan Sword Sect and Wangxue Sect one by one to cleanse them with blood. Only in this way can he solve the problem. The hatred in his heart!
Wang Shen smiled and said: "I am just a tourist who came to Xinjiang with my aunt. Who is the division commander? He is also the brigade commander."
Qin Yu couldn't help but chuckle, and even Li Qingru was so amused that she covered her mouth with her hands.
The muscles on Wengyi San's face twitched and he said: "Little baby, I, Wengyi San, have traveled across the Western Regions for more than two hundred and forty years, and no one has dared to be so rude in front of me. You are the first. "
The only reason why Wengyi Sanren can't bear to take action is because he wants to trick Wang Shen into telling him about his apprenticeship so that he can guess what the "powerful magic weapon" is. Otherwise, with his murderous temperament, Wang Shen would have been cut into pieces. .
Wang Shen still smiled and said: "Then what kind of cultivation level are you?"
Weng Yisan said: "I have broken through the second level of Nascent Soul, and everyone here will be buried with you today."
Chen Lantian and hundreds of young disciples suddenly felt anxious again. The second level of Nascent Soul was simply out of reach for them. It was unknown what kind of resources and talents were needed to successfully break through.
But Wang Shen sarcastically said: "She is already over 200 years old and she is on the second level of the Yuanying stage. I have a little aunt who is on the first level of the Yuanying stage and is only 80 years old. If she hadn't washed and cooked for me every day after I was born. , I guess I have already broken through the third and fourth levels. Speaking of which, I am really sorry for her..." After that, he lowered his head and sighed sadly.
The great fairy in the Nascent Soul stage washes and cooks for him every day. Regarding Wang Shen's words, everyone basically regarded them as childish lies. You must know that breaking through the Nascent Soul stage at the age of 200 is an important benchmark for the cultivation world to evaluate talents and sect resources. Wang Shen’s other two aunts, Yan Feiling, who is on the second level of Nascent Soul, are 220 years old, and Yan Feiling, who is on the third level of Nascent Soul, is 220 years old. Zhen Qin'er is 230 years old. Neither of them are people with mediocre talents, but they all have extraordinary bones. Moreover, they both have the extensive resources of a famous family like Emei and the blessed land of heaven to successfully break through the Nascent Soul stage before the age of 200.
People like Wengyi Sanren don't have the elixirs that are readily available all year round, and they don't have the aura-filled caves and paradises of famous mountains and rivers for cultivation. To be able to break through the realm so quickly is already considered a genius in cultivation. Naturally, no one would be interested in a little monster like Liu Xiangjun who has never appeared in hundreds of years. If there was, then the famous sect that had snatched it would not be held up as a treasure to the sect, and what Wang Shen said That man even washed and cooked for him every day.
Wengyi Sanren suddenly threw his head up and laughed loudly. After a while, he stopped laughing and said: "Little baby, you are the first one who dares to humiliate me in front of me like this! Even if you are torn open by me today, your life will not be in vain!"
Wengyi Sanren opened his palm, and a spirit sword as red as blood slowly condensed and took shape in his hand. He held the spirit sword in his hand, and the situation in the canyon suddenly changed, and a bloody aura filled the air.
Wengyi Sanren stopped talking. He struck out with his sword from a distance, and the sword energy went straight towards Wang Shen.
Li Qingru and Qin Yu exclaimed at the same time, and Chen Lantian also shouted: "Little gods, pay attention!"
When Wengyi Sanren sacrificed his spiritual sword, Wang Shen could see that his real power was mixed with ferocity. When he drew his sword, the sword energy was even sharper than he imagined. An Ran alone might not be able to stop them all. So Wang Shen also used Tianchi in front of him in an instant.
There was a loud "dang" sound, and then smoke and dust flew up, completely covering the figures of Wang Shen and Weng Yisan. Wang Shen had direct contact with Wengyi Sanren's swords and realized firsthand how complex and tricky his skills were. He barely recognized that Wengyisanren's swordsmanship was similar to Kunlun's swordsmanship, but it seemed different. After all, Wang Shen himself was also skilled in swordsmanship. I couldn't recognize every move and style of Kunlun's swordsmanship. I thought that if I let my aunt take a look, she should be able to tell me the secrets of this man's swordsmanship. However, although his swordsmanship is specious, after all, the skill is there, the sword power is powerful and swift, and every sword poses a fatal threat to Wang Shen. But Wang Shen saw that the sword must not belong to him, because if the spirit sword and the master's mind are connected, Tianchi and Wang Shen can be regarded as the best examples. The master of the destiny is more than just one person to the spirit sword. The owner of the weapon is so simple. He can send and receive his true power, draw his skills, and all these blessed souls do whatever he wants. The wonderful resonance can be described as the transformation of a human sword. However, there is no resonance at all between Weng Yi San and the sword he is holding. Although the sword moves are exquisite and the sword is powerful, it all comes from his own real power output, and the spiritual sword cannot give any feedback. . It can be seen from this that he must have killed a disciple of a famous and upright sect, then cut off the natal connection between the sword masters and took the sword as his own. Zhai Ning, who had just been maimed by Wang Shen, also had a spirit sword. The sword is probably exactly the same. However, after Wang Shen thought about it, this was indeed reasonable, because the cost of refining a spirit sword on Nanhai Sword Island was horrifyingly high, and the divine steel mother needed to be provided by himself. Without strong sect resources, how could a spirit sword be obtained so easily? Wengyi Sanren, a desperado who kills and sells goods, naturally chooses the path without capital.
Everyone in the field could only hear the clanging sound of gold and iron coming from the smoke. Along with the constant flash of golden light, a hot power of the sun began to spread to the entire canyon, roasting all the people present during the Qi Refining Period. Those who are in the cultivation level have to use their strength to resist, and those who are only in the physical training stage can only stay away to avoid being burned.
When Wang Shen and Weng Yi San Renfu fought against each other, they felt like they were overwhelming. Even if Wang Shen tried his best, he couldn't catch his sword moves. He used Yun Shu to dodge left and right. When he couldn't dodge, he had to use Tian Chi as a last resort. He tried to block it, but was immediately shaken to the point where his upper body went numb. For a moment, he was surrounded by dangers and was very embarrassed.
But looking at Wengyi Sanren, he was almost ten times more surprised than Wang Shen. You must know that when he ran rampant in the northwest, except for the big sects like Tianshan and Kunlun, which he never provoked, he had always been the only one who bullied others. Today, he unexpectedly encountered a kid in the foundation-building stage and not only took over ten moves from him without falling. The wind still has a vague attitude of being anti-customer. The strength of this little devil's sword was as strong as the sun, and every sword strike carried a high temperature of tens of thousands of degrees, which was hard to withstand. He couldn't even imagine how a child at the third level of the foundation building stage could have such a powerful force. of.
