Three days later, Wang Pan came to Lingye Island to fight.

The rules of the sect are determined. When you reach the Ming Qi realm, you can carry twenty powerful men with you, ride a flying boat on the clouds, wear a muddy garment in the Dushui, wear a jade pendant in the evil, and hold a short copper spear. In addition to him, there are also several friends of the same sect, including Feng Zhen, and several brothers of several clans. So this time, a total of thirty-six flying boats flew to Lingye Island together. At first glance, it was so imposing.

Wang Pan is determined to win this time and is determined to steal the position of Zhang Yan's true disciple. In order to ensure that everything is foolproof, he not only brought a short copper spear from the door, but also wore a flying sword that can be called a magic weapon. He was dressed neatly. In addition, there were two jade pendants in his age. This was the self-defense jade token given to him by two masters at the age of ten, which could withstand a single bombardment of magic weapons.

The scene on Lingye Island is very different from other places. Feng Zhen looked at everything around him with great enthusiasm. He practiced on Panchi Island when he was seven years old. He has not left the island for twenty-eight years to practice Xuangong, but it is rare to travel once.

A woman standing beside him was as tall as her, with her icy skin and jade bones, cold and arrogant, with no trace of blood on her face. The group of people around him automatically left her three feet range. This was his sister Feng Yao, because she practiced the Yin Jue Xuan Art of "Jiujia Life and Death Method", so she felt cold and not like a stranger.

Feng Zhen looked below and asked casually: "What do second sister think of the king's plate?"

Feng Yao looked faint and said, "Brother, I know what you were thinking about, but I just wanted me to become a Taoist partner with that Wang Pan."

Feng Zhen couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed by his sister's thoughts, but sooner or later this matter would be made clear. He sighed: "Second sister, you and I are just branches in the clan, and have no support since childhood. Even if you are extremely talented, you are alone in the clan. Now the Wang family is a prosperous clan, and they are still the same as the senior brother. If it is in the future..."

He was only halfway through his words, but Feng Yao was interrupted decisively: "No need to tell me, my father promised my mother back then, and I will decide my own affairs. My brother is kind to the younger sister."

Feng Zhen couldn't help but shook his head, but he was thinking about how to change Feng Yao's intentions. However, his eyes turned, but he found that Wang Pan did not go to the battle, but fell on a corner of the north side of the island, and actually went to meet Tang Yan in private first.

Feng Zhen originally intended to match Feng Yao and Wang Pan, but saw that Wang Pan was so impatient now, and he couldn't help frowning, and a golden light rolled up on his body. In the blink of an eye, he moved from the flying boat to the ground like a rippling light.

"Yan Niang..." Wang Pan banged open the gate of the cottage and shouted.

Tang Yan stood in the house and stared at him blankly. Her beautiful eyes turned red, as if she was about to shed tears, but she turned her face and said, "You are here in the end."

Seeing that Tang Yan was so sad and felt extremely aggrieved, Wang Pan laughed and was about to step forward to put the woman in his arms, but he was caught on his shoulder and could not move. He slowly turned around and saw Feng Zhen standing behind him, shook his head at him, and said solemnly: "Junior brother, the winner is not decided, how can you lose your composure?"

Wang Pan's heart was trembling and nodded. Although he didn't think Zhang Yan could beat him, the battle had not yet ended. Tang Yan was nominally Zhang Yan's private property. He seemed too impatient to go up now, which made people laugh at him. He is now a disciple of Du De and he has to take into account his reputation.

Seeing that Wang Pan was blocked, Tang Yan felt a little disappointed and couldn't help but glared at Feng Zhen with hatred, but there seemed to be a dazzling light on her face. Her eyes hurt, and she couldn't help but take two steps back, and was shocked: "Is this person Senior Brother Wang Pan? But he clearly has the cultivation level of Xuanguang, and I don't know where it comes from?"

When Wang Pan opened his eyes again, he was about to step out, and she couldn't help but call out: "Wang Lang..."

Wang Pan paused, his back to her without moving, and said, "What's the matter?"

Tang Yan hesitated for a moment, shook her head and said, "It's okay, be careful..."

Wang Pan didn't say a word and walked out.

Tang Yan sighed. She wanted to tell the story that Zhang Yan was able to fly away, but she remembered that Wang Panxin was arrogant and said this to be afraid of misunderstandings by the other party. She thought that she was not optimistic about him and was unhappy, so she finally endured it and didn't say it.

Wang Pan was indeed a little unhappy. Be careful? What should I be careful? Zhang Yan came to the sect to practice for only three months. Even if Ning Chongxuan taught some secret techniques, how hot could he be? How could he lose to him? It was a woman's opinion.

After leaving the house, he gathered together and came all the way to the foot of Cifeng Mountain. He saw smoke and dust rolling over Zuo Peak, and a fog filled his face. He sneered in his heart, "Others are afraid of you, golden wind and fire, but I am not afraid. Zhang Yan, you want to use the advantage of the land to defeat me, but you made the wrong plan."

He turned around, bowed his hand, and said, "My brothers, wait here for a day or an hour. I will turn around and make a drunken plan with you."

Everyone gave their gifts, all with a relaxed expression, only Feng Yao shook his head gently.

"Second sister, do you seem to be unfavorable to Wang Pan?" Feng Zhen couldn't help but ask in a low voice when he noticed Feng Yao's expression.

Feng Yao opened his jade lips slightly and said, "Brother, I see Wang Pan as a man with a big heart and a short wisdom and a narrow abilities. He looks like a hero, but in fact he is a villain. Even if he beats Zhang Yan today, he will not go long in the future."

Unexpectedly, his sister's evaluation of Wang Pan was so much. Although Feng Zhen did not agree with it, the brother and sister had been separated for a long time and their relationship became a little weak. Therefore, he was not inconvenient to say anything more, so he had to smile bitterly and shake his head.

Zhang Yan stood on the top of a treetop and looked at Wang Pan, who was as small as an ants below. His expression was calm and he did not see the solemnity of the war.

The reason why he dared to fight with the other party was that he had three treasures in his hand. The Ruyi Divine Shuttle was the one that Ning Chongxuan used to hand him to guard against Luo Xiao. Later, when he fought with Du Bo, he even saw the power of this treasure. Even a monk in the Xuanguang realm could be killed, why not be afraid of a mere wise cultivator?

Secondly, he was determined to try the mystery of the method contained in the "Lanyun Secret Book" and happened to come to practice with the king's plate.

He had read a few days ago and saw that one of the methods could incorporate all the fog in a circle of hundreds of feet into thick fog, which was the most convenient to cover up the body. Although ordinary monks could distinguish the true and clear fog with their eyes, the fog was not ordinary aerosols, but was transformed by a breath of clear air, which could be broken by ordinary means.

Seeing that Wang Pan was climbing the mountain at the foot of the mountain, he reached out and pinched the magic trick. In just a moment, a heavy fog spread out, covering the surroundings.

Zhang Yan nodded, thinking that this was just transformed from Lanyun’s clear energy. If it were transformed from Qianling’s clear energy, the effect would be even more extraordinary!

Due to the different techniques and refining methods, Qianling Qingqi is far better than ordinary Qingqi in terms of essence and purity. Similarly, it takes more time to practice than ordinary monks.

In Wang Pan, he only needs thirty-six breaths of clear air to achieve the first level of "the initial transformation of the Qi sea", and then thirty-six breaths of turbid air to achieve the second level of "Call the Yun Zhao Xia", and then the two qi are integrated, and the clear and turbid return to the original state. Now he is only left to merge with the last to achieve the third level of "Tian Lin descending to the top".

If Zhang Yan returns to the turbidity in the future, each of them will need eighty-one dry and clear air and eighty-one Kun Ling and turbidity in the turbidity in the future.

Wang Pan climbed the mountain and soon came to a flat ground on the belly of the mountain. He looked around and saw Zhang Yan no longer saw him, and shouted, "Zhang Yan, I have arrived, come out and see him."

"Wang Pan, I have been waiting here for a long time." Zhang Yan's voice came out of the thick fog.

Relying on his profound cultivation, Wang Pan was not afraid of the thick fog at all. He stepped into it and walked more than ten steps, but found that he had reached out and could not see his five fingers. He laughed and said, "Zhang Yan, do you want to beat me with such a trick? Disperse me!"

He blew out a breath of turbid air, and a whirlwind suddenly blew up the ground. The dead leaves and trees flew up, and it was like a rainstorm coming, the branches and leaves broke, and the sound of the plants and trees falling. It was just that the thunder and rain were light. After the wind calmed down, the fog became a little thinner, and gradually became richer in a moment. Wang Pan couldn't help but be stunned.

Zhang Yan laughed secretly. Although Lanyun Secret Book is a little bit worse in the qi training method, it has a unique idea in the operation of qi. How can you blow away the turbid air in one breath? Moreover, you have the Gan Ling clear air in your body, and your body is as light as a feather. You can use the fog to climb up the sky at any time. You have already established an invincible place. Today, the king will lose!

But what surprised him was that Wang Pan's turbid breath actually contained the golden and fire aura. Although it was not as good as the evil aura of earth fire, it was even more than that of condensing and essence. It seemed that the other party's pulse was either metal or fire. He thought to himself: "No wonder this person dared to come to the island to fight, it turned out that he had reliance."

Wang Pan blew a few more breaths, but the mist was gathering as he dissipated and suddenly felt troublesome. After thinking about it, he suddenly realized in his heart, "It must be this Zhang Yan's method of delaying, so that when the golden wind ignites every day, I hurt my spiritual energy. Humph, he might have obtained some method from Senior Brother Ning, and he is not afraid of evil energy, but he doesn't know that I am a middle-class fire vein, and I am not afraid of such fire energy."

But he didn't have the patience to waste his time with Zhang Yan. His eyes rolled and he shouted loudly: "Zhang Yan, if you are tactful, then take the initiative to admit defeat and give up the position of true disciple. I exchanged promises before and will not change, so as not to worry about life. What do you think?"

A moment later, Zhang Yan's reply came from the fog: "Since you have arrived here, it is a life-and-death decision, and it is useless to say more."

"Finished!" Wang Pan's eyes stern and said, "Go!" A red light appeared in his hand, and he flew out of his hand and headed straight to the place where Zhang Yan made a sound.

Zhang Yan could see clearly in the fog, and he smiled in his heart, "It's just that you want to do this!" His wrist shook, and a cloud-patterned red pen slid down his sleeves and threw it into the air.

The flying sword came fiercely and roared towards Zhang Yan's face. Zhu Bi took the initiative to meet him calmly. The tip of the pen just lightly tapped the sword, and the layer of red light and spiritual energy disappeared. He turned around the sword and wiped away the trace of essence and blood on the sword. The sword body suddenly became dim and fell from the air.

Zhang Yan reached out and took it, one left and one right to connect Xuan Ming pen and Fei Jian, and smiled and said, "Senior Brother Wang, I'm sorry for being disrespectful."

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