The white-skinned man saw an opportunity and immediately swung his dagger. A strong ripple of internal force scattered the blood-red dagger. The Purple Sky Sword in the middle was also knocked to the ground. He leaned forward and was about to stab Wang Qizhi. go.
Yan'er and Qing'er were extremely anxious when they saw this scene and wanted to step forward to rescue them, but there were still several opponents around them who had not fallen down and were entangled and unable to move. They only hoped that Wang Qizhi could react and deal with their opponents.
Just when the white-skinned man's dagger was about to pierce Wang Qizhi's chest, a blood-red shield appeared around his body, wrapping him directly. The former's dagger collided with it, and after a crisp sound, the former's dagger It was actually sucked to death, and he also found that his internal energy was flowing slowly along the dagger towards the blood-red shield. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape, just like the lamb waiting for the butcher.
Soon, all the internal energy of the white-skinned man was sucked away, but the shield turned into a stream of blood and returned to Wang Qizhi's body. The splitting headache also disappeared, and the former immediately collapsed to the ground.
Wang Qizhi suddenly felt that there seemed to be a lot more internal energy in his Dantian, and he felt swollen and uncomfortable, as if a person was full after eating.
That's not to say that a person who has been lowered to the Sun position can absorb all the internal energy. That is to say, Wang Qi's meridians and Dantian are still strong. If a person of the same level absorbs so much internal energy at once, the Dantian and meridians would have been broken long ago. How can I stand here like a normal person like now?
He murmured to himself: "This is the Four Transformation Techniques. I don't know which one it is, but it's quite easy to use. It can easily kill a person who is in the lower position of the sun."
The white-skinned man lying on the ground was in terrible condition. Not only did his internal strength disappear, but his martial arts were also useless. Fortunately, his life was saved, otherwise it would be really difficult to explain to the King of Chu.
Yan'er and Qing'er had knocked out all their opponents and hurried to Wang Qizhi's side, eagerly asking about this guy's physical condition.
Wang Qizhi waved his hands as if nothing was wrong, looked at the white-skinned man and said, "It's okay, this guy is the one who is in trouble."
Yan'er didn't even look at the guy lying on the ground, and she didn't even care about his birthday. It would be better if he died. Who made them speak so rudely.
"What happened just now?"
After hearing Yan'er's question, Wang Qizhi explained: "This is the martial arts I was looking for in Wangjianghu. It was too late yesterday, so I didn't have time to fight with you." Then he briefly explained how he obtained this secret book. .
The two nodded, and Qing'er continued: "Since you have practiced it, it is best not to use this powerful and evil skill easily, otherwise others will covet and tolerate you."
Wang Qizhi said: "I naturally know something about this."
Yan'er came to the side of the white-skinned man and kicked him with the material with disdain. After finding that he was not dead, he sneered and said, "You guys are really lucky. You didn't even die." OK, but the martial arts you learned in our Jianghu were all absorbed by Wuming, so you can give it back to us, so you don’t have to use our martial arts to do anything wrong on our land."
Wang Qizhi said: "Are those guys dead?"
Qing'er shook her head and said, "Don't worry, you won't die, we have a plan."
The three of them were just about to leave here when a familiar voice came from the tree not far away, "You guys, it's okay! You won't give me a peaceful life at all." Then, a familiar figure fell on Wang Qizhi San Beside people.
The three of them immediately clasped their fists and saluted, and said together: "Greetings to the leader."
Jiang Yiyi looked at these three troublemakers and said helplessly: "You three, what can I say? How can I explain to you for causing such a big trouble?"
Yan'er walked up to Jiang Yiyi and said bluntly: "Master, we are not to blame for this matter. They were the ones who provoked you first. If you find it difficult, we will settle the matter ourselves."
Jiang Yiyi was not angry after hearing this. She looked at the little girl curiously and said, "Are you kidding?"
Yan'er nodded solemnly, "No!"
Jiang Yiyi let out a long sigh and said: "Since you said you can solve this matter, I believe you for once, and I will deal with these guys myself."
The reason why she said this was that Jiang Yiyi couldn't solve the matter. Since this girl said so, she could only act like a dead horse. If it really couldn't be solved, they would just have to find a way in Wumengshan.
Wang Qizhi asked curiously: "Didn't the leader say that he had to go out for something? Why haven't you left yet?"
Jiang Yiyi said: "It's just because I'm afraid that you guys will cause trouble, so I came here to tell you before leaving that you must not cause trouble again."
Wang Qizhi chuckled and said, "Never again."
After Jiang Yiyi left, the three of them went about their own business. As soon as Yan'er returned to her residence, she wrote a letter to her father, explaining in detail the conflicts they had with these people from the Western Kingdom, but she She didn't mention her current relationship with Wang Qizhi. It wasn't that she didn't dare to admit it, but it was inappropriate now, otherwise it would arouse her father's resentment.
As for Wang Qizhi, he came to the place where books are stored in Wumeng Mountain. Although the sect has thousands of books, most people in the world scorned the idea of reading, so they had to leave them in a dozen rooms to eat dust.
The gatekeeper was a gray-haired old man, who was sitting on a stool in front of the door and dozing off. Wang Qi stepped forward, clasped his fists, and said softly: "Senior, I would like to borrow some books."
Na Wang woke up from his sleep. His ears were a bit deaf, so he didn't hear what Wang Qizhi said. He was a little surprised when he saw the clothes he was wearing. These people, who are like the pride of heaven, don't go to practice martial arts, but come here to do it. very?
The old man asked in an old voice: "I didn't hear what you said just now. Please say it again."
Wang Qizhi shouted again: "Let me borrow some books to read."
After hearing Wang Qizhi's words clearly, the old man said loudly: "There are no restrictions here. You can come and go as you like. Find your books and bring them to me to see. Remember to return them."
Although the books here are not worth a lot of money and no one is checking them, they are still belongings to Wumeng Mountain, and the old man feels sorry for losing them.
Wang Qizhi quickly clasped his fists in thanks and walked into the room.
The old man held his beard in satisfaction, nodded and murmured: "If the disciples of Wumeng Mountain are so low-key and polite, why not carry them forward."
After Wang Qizhi heard this, he laughed it off.
He entered the house and found that there was a large collection of books here, but the environment here was much worse than on the first floor of Wangjianghu. Large tracts of spider webs were scattered throughout the house. Every step he took brought up a burst of dust, and many bookshelves were tilted here and there. , it can be described as extremely sad.
