Chapter 44 Eight-tone Flame Bird

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Generally speaking, the threshold for practicing the first-class middle-grade Taoism is the inner palace cultivation level.

An intuitive description of this so-called threshold of practice is that if a first-class low-grade Taoist technique only needs to maximize one power source, some first-grade middle-grade Taoist techniques must use two or even four power sources.

Based on the five sources of power, this is the threshold of cultivation that is difficult to cross.

However, some people with extraordinary talents can naturally reduce the demand for certain or even certain types of Taoism, or they can naturally promote Taoism with less consumption than practitioners of the same realm. For example, the Wind Bird True Spirit of Maplewood City King Changxiang

, Zhang Linchuan's Thunder Snake True Spirit, can allow them to transcend levels and master Taoism.

Apart from those with extraordinary talents, another exception is the creation of Taoism that is unique to oneself.

Because he is the creator of Taoism, he has a deep understanding of its release principles, and he creates it based on himself, which is most in line with his own conditions and suitable for his own performance. Therefore, he can master Taoism in advance with extreme control.

Countless flame birds flew around and sang their own songs.

At the center of the Taoist bombing, Jiang Wang saw Zhang Yong's eyes.

See the deep despair and pleading in his eyes.

"Don't say it, please!"

It was a look with such deep pleading.

If possible, Zhang Yong would not use the pupil technique even if he was laid waste here.

Because in the history of the Fengxian Zhang family, no one was good at eye skills, and they would be exposed as soon as they used it. Then everything that had been painstakingly planned before, the sacrifices, planning, blood and tears... all became phantoms.

However, getting rid of jealousy is completely an instinctive reaction of the body.

After this, Jiang Wang's sense of crisis was triggered, causing the Eight-tone Flame Sparrow to come out in advance, a Taoist technique that Jiang Wang had originally prepared for Wang Yiwu.

Now Zhang Yong is very sure that Jiang Wang has discovered his secret.

But he had no choice. There were so many people at the scene, Jiang Wuqi, Li Longchuan, Xu Xiangqian... no one was easy to deal with.

Unless he can kill Jiang Wang here as soon as he notices the pupil technique, but if he cannot use the pupil technique, he has no chance. However, using the pupil technique to kill Jiang Wang is equivalent to exposing himself, and the result is no

the difference.

What's more, with Jiang Wang's current fighting prowess, even if he uses all his power... he may not be able to succeed.

With such thorough planning and arrangements, he successfully passed through the secret realm of Tianfu, dealt with the investigation of the Qingpai head catcher, and finally managed to sneak into Jiang Wuqi's side safely. Even the Daqi royal family failed to find out who was behind him.

He never thought that in a chance encounter in Yunwu Mountain, it was just a step-by-step move, a simple plan to take action, and he was unexpectedly in a desperate situation!

The despair and pleading in his eyes are real and specific emotions.

Because everything he did along the way was tied to Jiang Wang's thoughts.

And how will Jiang Wang decide?



In the eyes of everyone watching the battle on the pavilion road.

The sea of ​​clouds in Yunwu Mountain surged for several miles before being slowly gathered back by the power of Tianxiang Yun Pavilion's magic circle.

The eight notes curled up, and the flame sparrows dispersed.

Zhang Yong stood on the cloud in despair, while Jiang Wang pointed his sword at his throat.

The outcome has been decided.

Jiang Wang looked at him deeply, and then moved the sword away.

He turned around in the sea of ​​clouds and looked at Jiang Wuqi: "Your Highness, the play is over."

The pavilion was silent for a moment.

Then there was applause.

Jiang Wuqi took the lead and said, "Wonderful!"

Then there was thunderous applause!

It seems that they really regard this as an ordinary sparring, "martial arts show".

While clapping his hands vigorously, Xu Xiangqian deliberately moved closer to Lei Yikun: "Did the Lei family only teach the word 'easy' in private school? So although you can't see 'easy', you can only say it's easy!" "

Lei Yikun glared at him.

This person has a temper that cannot be provoked and wants to move on immediately.

A hand was put on his shoulder, telling him to be silent.

Jiang Wuqi took back his hand, made it into a fist, put it in front of his mouth, and couldn't help but cough a few times.

At this time, Zhang Yong walked up to him with a gloomy expression and half-knelt down: "Zhang Yong is incompetent and deserves death for hurting His Highness's face."

Jiang Wuqi raised his hand gently, and an invisible force lifted Zhang Yong up: "The Fengxian Zhang family met with misfortune, and their unique knowledge was lost. You only relied on some superficial skills, mixed with Confucianism, Dharma, and Taoism, and you have already achieved great results!" What harm does it do to my face?"

"It is my fault that the pearls and jade are covered in dust. After I go back, I will prepare a full set of exercises for you." His eyes were sincere and focused: "I hope Zhang Qing will not be discouraged and will not let his youth down."

"Your Highness..." Zhang Yong choked up for a moment.

Jiang Wuqi turned to look at Jiang Wang again, with a smile: "I am really happy to see Jiang Qing's heroic figure on this Yunwu Mountain today. The matter of the fourteenth brother has been revealed, and I will not care about it again. Looking for you."

What he said was true to his words, and there was no reason to go back on his words.

Jiang Wang was actually ready to fight one or even two more times, but when he saw Jiang Wuqi's attitude, he put his sword back into its sheath and said, "Your Highness is generous."

Jiang Wuqi smiled and led the people down the mountain.

Although Zhang Yong lost, looking at the people around him, except for Lei Yikun who was really angry with Xu Xiangqian, no one looked angry.

It can be seen that everyone is convinced by Jiang Wuqi's decision.

People at that time said that the eleventh prince was most similar to Qi Jun. Judging from this brief contact, Jiang Wang had to admit that he indeed had the aura of an emperor.

If the opponents were all at the level of the Fourteenth Prince Jiang Wuyong, there would probably be no suspense in this competition...

Zhang Yong fell behind the team. When he reached the corner of the pavilion road, he glanced sideways at Jiang Wang with complicated eyes.

"Why, he's still not convinced?" Xu Xiangqian asked very alertly.

Jiang Wang said perfunctorily: "Maybe!"

Despite such twists and turns, I no longer had any intention of admiring the flowers. But there was no need to change the things that had been done, so the group continued walking up the mountain.

The pavilion road winds around the mountain and finally converges to the top of the mountain.

But I saw that the entire top of the mountain had been flattened by manpower.

The pavilion road stretches in the air, forming a square pavilion, just above the center of the top of the mountain.

There is a plaque on the front with the word "Yunwu" written on it.

Yunwu Mountain seems to be topped by Yunwu Pavilion.

And right under everyone's feet, beneath the suspended Cloud and Mist Pavilion, was a whole lilac flowerbed in full bloom.

Although the flowers are purple, there are actually traces of white mist rising from the petals and gathering with the clouds and mist on the mountainside.

It seems that the thick clouds that cover Yunwu Mountain all year round are also contributed by this cloud flower.

The fragrance of clouds, mist and flowers becomes more and more profound here. It is indescribable and intoxicating. No wonder it is known as the "Fragrance of Heaven".

Everyone looked around in the pavilion, forgetting their worries for a moment.



Go down Shange Road.

Lei Yikun couldn't help but asked aloud: "That Jiang Wuyong overestimates his own abilities, has weak talents and weak virtues, and is obsessed with the country. Your Highness, why do you bother to do this for him?"

He was from Jiang Wuqi's mother's clan, so there were things that were inconvenient for others to say, but he didn't have to worry about it.

"It's the Fourteenth Prince." Jiang Wuqi corrected him.

"Ahem."

It was windy on the mountain, so he coughed twice more, and then said with a pun: "To safeguard the dignity of the Daqi royal family is to safeguard the dignity of this palace."

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