But Wang Yuan didn't expect that he would faint after one glass of wine!
Wang Yuan did know that this stick technique was unparalleled in the world, but it was too vulgar and he didn't like it.
Three months passed quietly, and Wang Yuan's devil training was over!
Within the territory of Huangting, hidden in the mountains and forests, a small sect called the Black Mountain Sect has been operating here for many years. With the help of a middle-star sect leader, the disciples of the sect have been misbehaving.
At this moment, Wang Yuan finished his training and was assigned by Mo Qingyi to come here to practice and test the training results in March. A black suit fell from the sky, and the stick behind him brought inexplicable oppression.
"Then let's stop talking nonsense." Wang Yuan despised such a scumbag the most. He did all kinds of bad things, but he still tried to live in harmony with propriety, justice, and integrity. He was so shameless.
The sect leader didn't look down on this young boy who came to provoke him at all. At the slightest hint, the sect master who collected girls for him took the initiative.
However, Wang Yuan is not a stupid young man with passion.
"Boy, today is the day you die." Before the hall master's harsh words could hit the ground, he had already flown out.
The sect leader watched helplessly as his subordinate surpassed him and hit the dragon-patterned stone pillar in front of the palace. He didn't even have time to vomit blood and fell to the ground along the pillar.
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Wang Yuan kept flashing among the crowd, and his movement trajectory was clearly seen through the disciples of the sect who kept flying out.
Although the sect leader didn't show it on his face, he was deeply shocked in his heart.
Although he has the strength to be a mid-star, he has been dominating in this remote mountain forest for many years, and he still has the strength he once had, leaving only a few ranks.
Wang Yuan was extremely fast, and before he had time to think about it, the two of them were already fighting each other.
Wang Yuan had little actual combat experience, and although the sect leader had not moved for many years, he was still more mature than ever. The two of them were entangled for a while, and it was difficult to tell the winner.
Relying on his rich experience, the sect leader found Wang Yuan's weak spot and struck quickly. Wang Yuan also reacted quickly, changing his movements in the air and narrowly dodging.
"Boy, beg for mercy now, I can still give you a chance."
Although he had the upper hand, the sect leader knew that the young man on the other side was not an easy person. If the fight continued like this, it would be very easy for both sides to suffer losses. He was about to be promoted, so it was best not to create any complications.
"No need."
Wang Yuan's eyes were firm, and he stretched his hand towards the stick behind him, and there was an imperceptible fluctuation in the air.
"Since you are seeking death, don't blame me."
The sect leader sacrificed his destiny, a sword made entirely of silver.
Wang Yuan attacked before he could react, and saw the shadow of the silver sword flying in his hand, and a series of terrifying sword energy spread out in all directions.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the sword energy can seriously injure or even kill Wang Yuan without being stabbed.
Wang Yuan did not give the opponent this chance, so he rose into the air, spun around in the air, dodged the sharp sword energy, and stood on top of the towering ancient tree inside the door.