Dragon Tiger is indeed a super-grade Taoist secretly passed down by the old Yang royal family, and it can definitely play a decisive role in determining the outcome of the battle. In this battle, the outcome of the battle was determined at the right time.
But Jiang Wang knew very well that he had actually lost to Ning Jianke in the sword duel.
It is true that his current path is not clear enough, nor is it complete enough. The sword of the path of Xinzilou is not his strongest swordsmanship. He also believes that he can unify the five swordsmen in the state of the sword immortal.
The mountain-shattering sword struck by the magical power was beyond the reach of Swordsman Ning.
However, this is how it behaved in the battle.
He intended to end the battle with swordsmanship, but in the swordsmanship duel, he lost by more than one margin.
He thought that he had attached great importance to Ning Jianke, but he still ignored Ning Jianke's swordsmanship because of his overwhelming advantage at the inner government level.
This sounded a loud alarm bell for him.
Jiang Wang is not the only one in this world who is working hard, nor is he the only one who can make progress.
It is not uncommon for a person like Ning Jianke, who is extremely talented and has a profound background, to make rapid progress under the guidance of a strong man in the sect.
Jiang Wang sheathed his sword, extinguished the light of the Five Palaces, and praised sincerely: "That sword strike you just made was so unpredictable!"
Ning Jianke's expression was very calm. Perhaps it was a fabricated, mediocre face that was not suitable for any expression.
In short, she just pursed her lips: "But I still lost."
"You win when it comes to swordsmanship, but I win when it comes to life and death." Jiang Wang said frankly: "This time we can be considered a draw."
Ning Jianke's eyes softened obviously. After all, she had been in seclusion for so long and studied sword moves so hard. A large part of the reason was the huge pressure brought by the opponent in front of her. It can be said that Jiang Wang's evaluation, to a certain extent
, which recognized her efforts.
She said modestly: "Actually..."
She wanted to say humbly, in fact, I took advantage of my mentor, your sword of the path is very clear, how powerful it is...
But as soon as he said the word "actually", he heard this guy say: "But it won't be possible next time."
Jiang Wang looked at Ning Jianke with confidence: "Next time if your swordsmanship doesn't improve much, I can defeat you with just swordsmanship!"
"Oh, really?" Ning Jianke gritted his teeth and said, "Then we'll see!"
"Well, since it's a draw this time..." Jiang Wang calculated the calculation seriously: "One use of the fourth-grade sword discussion platform consumes 200 points of power. I will take the initiative to admit defeat later. You can transfer 100 points of power to me when you return.
That’s it. My name in Taixu Illusion is Dugu Wudi, don’t forget it.”
"No."
"Don't be polite to me. It's just a hundred points. I really admire your swordsmanship! Hey! Why are you leaving?"
Ning Jianke had already voluntarily admitted defeat and left the sword discussion stage.
Jiang Wang stood there, feeling baffled.
He felt that he had been very generous.
Because according to the rules of Taixu Illusion, he was the one who won without any effort. Now he is willing to share half of the cost of using the sword discussion platform, so what else?
Ning Jianke's swordsmanship is very good, and his fighting toughness is also very good, but his temper is really difficult to evaluate... Maybe this is the quirk of the genius!
Returning to the blessed land space, Jiang Wang silently took inventory of his own gong and calculated how much more he needed to continue to sublimate his existing Taoist skills. By the way, he replied to Zuo Guangshu's few letters and agreed on a time to go to Chu State.
To his surprise, he once again received a letter from Ning Jianke
"What's your current ranking in Wailou Realm?"
Jiang Wang told the truth: "I haven't played much, and I haven't made it into the top 100 yet."
"You should have never lost?"
"Never lost."
"You can allocate more time to the sword discussion platform. I'm looking forward to your performance at full strength, and I'm really looking forward to your fight with the current number one in Taixu Wailou."
Jiang Wang became interested: "Is that person very strong?"
"Very scary."
"Do you think that person is stronger than me at my peak?" Jiang Wang asked.
Ning Jianke wrote back: "I can't judge your victory or defeat...but I have also fought against him. From my own experience, the sense of oppression he brings is indeed stronger than yours."
Jiang Wang found it even more interesting.
He defeated Jingguo's Chen Suan head-on on the Xingyueyuan battlefield. Although that sword borrowed the power of Yuheng Xingjun, it was also a fact that it made all Jingguo's geniuses bow their eyebrows on the battlefield.
Several months have passed since then.
With the speed of his progress, he is getting stronger day by day.
It's not like these Ning Jianke didn't know this.
The fight between him and Ning Jianke just now was far from showing peak combat power. Ning Jianke would not be unaware of this.
But she actually still felt that the current number one in Taixu Wailou would be stronger than Jiang Wang.
Moreover, this person must not be Zhongxuan Zun or Dou Zhao, nor any of the famous Wailou geniuses on Guanhetai. Otherwise, Ning Jianke would not have such a mysterious tone.
"What is this person's background?" Jiang Wang asked curiously.
Not long after, Ning Jianke's letter flew back: "His name is Yi Shengfeng. He is called this name both in the Taixu Illusion Realm and outside the Taixu Illusion Realm. He is a disciple of Nandou Palace. A few days ago, Nandou Palace came to my sword pavilion to inquire about swords.
I have fought against him...I really can't match him."
Nandou Hall and Jiange are both major sects in the Southern Region.
Of course, given the size of the Southern Territory, there must be more than just these two major sects. There are also the Sanxing Palace in the southeastern junction area, Xumi Mountain in the southwest junction area, as well as Longmen Academy, Mugu Academy, Blood River Sect, etc...
In the entire modern world, there should be the most top sects in the Southern Region. There are many historical factors in this.
But to Jiang Wang, it doesn't matter what the South Dou Hall or the Jiang Pavilion is.
What matters is the name written in the letter.
He remembered that name.
a long long time ago.
It was so long ago that he almost thought he had forgotten it.
In his childhood, he had a childhood friend who often fought with him with a wooden sword.
It is not an exaggeration to say that he grew up wearing a pair of pants, but when the fairy fate came, he was pushed into the water by the man and almost drowned.
That person's name...
His name is Yi Shengfeng.
I didn't expect to hear this name again at this time and in this situation.
Of course he expected that when he became famous all over the world, that person would hear about his reputation somewhere in the world.
He knew that with that person's character, he would never give in or back down. He knew that as long as they both walked on the long journey of spiritual practice, they would meet one day.
But he really didn't expect that day to come so quickly.
The construction and expansion of the Taixu Illusion Realm has greatly strengthened the communication between practitioners in the real world, accelerated the collision of geniuses from all walks of life, and also made the long distances in various realms in the real world easy to cross.
That person seems to have grown into a very powerful being...
Jiang Wang closed his eyes and felt as if he was stuck in water. That suffocating feeling had never faded away. It turned out that he had never forgotten it... How could he forget it?!
The light and shadow of the white-haired monk leaving with his sword appeared again before his eyes. It was so cold and decisive in the sparkling water.
It’s really been a long time coming, this is an old dream.
Ning Jianke, who was far away in Jiange, waited for a long time but never received a reply from Jiang Wang.
I couldn't help but send another message: "Do you know him?"
Jiang Wang opened his eyes, spread out the letter, and replied seriously: "I'll get to know you."
Every word is like a sword.
Show your sharpness.
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"Are you leaving today?" Ye Qingyu asked.
"Yes, it's time to go a long time ago." Jiang Wang sat upright, looking at his sister who was playing with Ju Hui not far away, and sighed: "After all, this paradise is not something ordinary people can stay in for a long time."
Ye Qingyu said softly: "Who in the world is not a common person?"
Jiang Wang was silent for a moment and said, "I have everything on my mind."
Ye Qingyu didn't try to enlighten him, he just said: "It's a pity. I'm still a little unskilled in the Taoist skills you taught me."
"The Eight-tone Flame Bird is a bit complicated and not easy to master." Jiang Wang said warmly: "If you have anything you don't understand later, just write to me and I will reply in time."
"Okay." Ye Qingyu responded with a smile.
"Brother!" Jiang Anan ran over with short legs.
Stupid Hui followed closely behind with shorter legs.
Jiang Wang looked at his sister with smiling eyes and saw her running closer, her little hands behind her back.
"Have you finished teaching Taoism to Sister Qingyu?"
"What?" Jiang Wang said with a smile: "You also want to learn? You can't learn it in the Youmai Realm."
He also wanted to take the opportunity to talk about some truth and encourage his sister to practice hard.
Jiang An'an shook her head decisively: "No, no. I learn a lot every day!"
Stupid Hui also shook his head vigorously, causing his hair to fall out.
Jiang Wang said amusedly: "Then why do you care about this?"
Jiang Anan just walked up to Jiang Wang with her little hands behind her back, fell forward, and buried her head in his chest. She said in a low voice: "Then you are leaving today."
It turns out that she was not playing with stupid Hui and forgot about it, but she was very sensible and did not want to affect Jiang Wang and Ye Qingyu's Taoist practice.
This made Ye Qingyu next to him feel a little embarrassed.
Jiang Wang rubbed her little head and said warmly: "It's not like I won't come back. You practice well in Lingxiao Pavilion, and I will come back to see you when you have time."
Jiang Anan raised her head and looked up at her brother: "Brother."
Jiang Wang lowered his head and looked at her gently: "Here you are."
Jiang Anan moved the hand behind her back in front of her body, and slowly opened her two small hands in front of Jiang Wang, holding a green jade belt in her hands.
She held up the jade belt with a smile and said crisply: "I wish you a happy birthday in advance!"
Jiang Wang was stunned for a moment before he remembered that the upcoming 28th of January would be his birthday.
He almost forgot.
But Jiang Anan, who is seven years old this year, remembers.
Jiang Wang stood up with a smile, took off the belt of Ruyi Fairy Clothes, and carefully wrapped the belt given by his sister. He lowered his head and looked around, and was very satisfied: "My sister has really good taste!"
"Hehe." Jiang An'an said proudly: "I didn't buy it with your money."
Of course Jiang Wang would give his sister some pocket money every time, but Jiang Anan himself had already run errands for his senior brothers and sisters to "earn money", so his pocket was very full.
“I love it so much!”
Jiang Wang patted the jade belt and couldn't put it down.
Jiang Anan smiled brightly.
Silly Gray was spinning around on the ground alone, very happy, and he didn't know why.
Ye Qingyu looked at them with smiles in his eyes.
This is an ordinary day, and it is also a beautiful place in the world.
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Two beauties, one big and one small, and a stupid dog bid farewell to Jiang Wang, who was wearing a fluttering blue shirt.
Watch him stride away and gradually disappear into the horizon.
I have experienced this kind of parting many times. Although Jiang Anan is still reluctant to say goodbye, she will not cry anymore... After all, she is already a seven-year-old wandering pulse monk!
Ye Qingyu held Jiang Anan's little hand and walked back. Chou Hui was jumping around vigorously, showing no trace of nostalgia for its original owner.
"Sister Qingyu." Jiang Anan asked curiously: "Is the Taoist skills taught by my brother difficult?"
"It's not bad." Ye Qingyu said in a relaxed tone.
With a flick of his index finger, a cloud suddenly exploded into countless white clouds and birds, which started chirping.
The sounds gradually became unified and became beautiful music.
Ding ding dong dong…
Bang bang clang clang...
The music is very moving, and the skylark is very beautiful.
It’s for Taoism, Eight-tone Skylark!
"So beautiful!" Jiang Anan exclaimed.
Silly Gray barked loudly, bared its teeth and looked very angry, probably thinking that the skylarks were quarreling with it.
"That's not right." Jiang Anan suddenly reacted and tilted his head to look at Ye Qingyu: "Don't you know how to do it now? Why do you always want my brother to teach you?"
Ye Qingyu dismissed Skylark with an expressionless face and said softly: "I'm not very proficient, so I have to learn more and practice more."
Then he looked down at Jiang An'an: "That's how practice is, you can't be lazy just because you know how to do it... So have you practiced your calligraphy?"
Jiang Anan took a breath of cold air and suddenly said in surprise: "Uncle Ye!"
"It's useless to call anyone." Ye Qingyu held her little hand tightly and was about to escort her to the "execution ground" in person. He glanced forward and actually saw his old father.
I saw Master Ye Da with a green hairpin and white clothes, with a fairy spirit floating around...
Squatting in front of a bullock cart.
The old cow pulling the cart is lifeless.
The car is piled with books.
"What is this, old man?" Ye Qingyu looked confused.
"Taoism." Ye Lingxiao stood up and patted the books behind him coolly: "Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, and thunder... you can get whatever you want! They are all the best, enough for you to learn for ten or eight years. This
If you don’t like the art of magic, I’ll prepare a cart for you. Don’t learn blindly from random people, I don’t know if those people understand it!”
Jiang Anan hid behind Ye Qingyu without leaving a trace. So many Taoist techniques were too terrifying. If he had to learn them all, he would have to learn them at the age of eight, right? How can he still have time to play?
Ye Qingyu frowned: "Are you eavesdropping on our conversation again?"
Ye Lingxiao smiled smartly: "It doesn't exist. My father just happened to consider your Taoist accumulation..."
Ye Qingyu took Jiang An'an in front of him and said, "An'an is right next to you. In front of the child, please be honest with me!"
"Steal? You're such an ugly fool!" Ye Lingxiao suddenly jumped up, looking very frightened and angry: "You stole fish again!"
After pulling away, he disappeared, leaving only the faint shadow of clouds...