Accompanying Zhao Lang to play the maze is not a good choice, especially when the maze changes in real time under the control of the opponent.
Jiang Wang simply stood up and jumped on the stone wall.
What greeted him was the roaring fire bombs.
Jiang Wang turned over in the air, stepped lightly on the stone wall, and then drove forward with his sword.
But at some point, the vines climbing on the stone wall suddenly sprouted and wrapped around Jiang Wang's ankles.
The sword light circled around and cut the vines. At the same time, Jiang Wang could only move aside to distance himself from Zhao Lang.
The wind blades that had been preparing for a long time broke through the rustling wind one after another.
The battle between the two people, back and forth, was so exciting that the soldiers outside the field were amazed.
On the one hand, they put aside their contempt for Taoist disciples, and on the other hand, they respected Zhao Lang more.
Jiang Wang had given up on Taoism at this time, and his understanding of Taoism was still far behind that of Zhao Lang. He basically didn't have much room to develop, and was forcibly interrupted many times.
He simply focused on practicing his sword skills.
At this time, he no longer sticks to the five-style killing method, but crushes the Ziqi Donglai Sword Technique and gradually integrates it into each sword. Later, each sword can be turned into a killing method, and each killing method can be reversed at will.
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Every sword is a Purple Qi Donglai Sword.
This process was difficult and long, but fortunately Zhao Lang had the intention to make it happen. Although the Taoist techniques were used very skillfully, he never made a decisive move and just kept forcing Jiang Wang to make progress.
Every time Jiang Wang's swordsmanship improves, he increases his Taoist power accordingly. Compared with Zhao Lang's current combat power, this control is particularly terrifying.
Finally, Jiang Wang jumped out of the field and bowed deeply to Zhao Lang.
"Thank you, Brother Zhao, for making it happen!"
At this time, he held the sword in his hand, and the sword was perfect.
He can draw his sword at any time, and every sword is a killing method.
"Thank you for what." Zhao Lang smiled: "Maybe I will be a colleague in the future."
He is worthy of being a talented person who assists Wei Yan in managing the military camp. After a fight, he not only gave away favors but also educated his subordinates. At this time, he did not forget to pull someone back.
There is no need to discuss victory or defeat.
The big soldiers in the audience happily encouraged: "Yes, brothers are so skilled, don't take the county court exam, come to our barracks! They are all brave men!"
This is what I mean. A majestic man is bold and heroic, but does he have any attraction? Although there are no famous senior sisters in the Chengdao Temple, it is said that there are many good-looking female monks in the County Courtyard.
I had already rejected these people without hesitation in my heart, but on my face I was eagerly perfunctory: "It's still too early to take the county court exam. I'll make a decision then."
It can be said that I have gained a lot from coming to the city guard camp today. I made an agreement with Zhao Lang to come back for advice when he is free, so Jiang Wang left with Tang Dun.
…
The soldiers dispersed one after another. Zhao Lang stopped for a while and then saw Wei Yan approaching with his sword drawn.
"Fashionable." He sneered.
Zhao Lang smiled bitterly: "If I were as easy to break through as you, I wouldn't spend my time on this. I spent so much time on the small Zhoutian cycle, but it was still not perfect. I finally completed the big Zhoutian cycle.
, but the progress is slow, and the gate of heaven and earth has not yet been seen. The army is such a place that needs combat power, what can we do if we don't think more about Taoism? "
He spoke simply and his expression was very calm.
However, how much effort does it take to reach the level where he is proficient in almost all common low-level Taoist arts?
Now he can calmly serve as the deputy general of Maplewood City Guards, stand with Wei Yan, and accept the respect of his subordinates calmly.
What is crossed is not just the distance between an ordinary person and a genius.
The hard work involved is not something that ordinary people can imagine.
The entire Maplewood City Guards consists of one general, two side generals, and five deputy generals. These eight people are the top brass in the army, and Wei Yan and Zhao Lang are among them.
"You just think too much about others and too little about yourself."
"Stop talking about me." Zhao Lang changed the topic and said: "As for you, you have opened the door to heaven and earth. When will you go to Jiujiang?"
Wei Yan's face darkened: "The transfer order was not passed."
Of course Zhao Lang knew the reason for this, so he did not ask why, but patted him on the shoulder: "You no longer need to go to that place to prove yourself. In fact, going to the Baiyu Army will have a broader career, and it is in Gyeonggi. I wish you the best.
As for me, maybe I will be noticed by General Huangfu one day."
"Ha. As long as I can't spread my wings and shine, and can't escape from the situation of being restrained, I won't be able to surpass Zhu Weiwo."
Zhao Lang noticed that Wei Yan's finger bones holding the knife were a little white, which was due to excessive force.
"He always thinks he is right and never considers other people's feelings. If it weren't for my mother..." Wei Yan stopped here.
Zhao Lang was silent for a while, waiting for him to adjust his emotions, and then said: "Maybe he also cares about you, but he just doesn't know how to express it."
"Ha." Wei Yan sneered: "You don't understand him at all. You don't understand me either."
Zhao Lang was silent.
"Do you think he is atonement? Do you think he will feel guilty? You are too naive!" Wei Yan pressed the knife and left.
Zhao Lang looked at his back and did not follow him.
…
When the cloud crane flew over, it still held a white round jade in its mouth.
Jiang Anan grabbed it, Yunhe turned into a piece of letter paper, and the jade lay in the palm of his hand.
"Here!" Jiang Anan half-covered her eyes with her small hand holding the jade, and handed the letter to Jiang Wang with her other hand: "Anan didn't peek."
Jiang Wang stretched out his finger and scratched her nose: "Weird."
Unfold the letter paper.
Fellow Daoist Jiang:
Who can be free from confusion? Don’t dare to be a teacher of one sentence. The road is long, and Qing Yu is also a person in confusion.
Please say hello to your sister for me. Yunhe holds a shadow stone in his hand, and wishes to receive the voice of a child.
Also, I wonder where Fengxia is?
——Blue rain above the clouds.
"This piece of jade is for the sister who wrote the letter to speak to you." Jiang Wang read the letter, took the white photo stone, poured a dao yuan into it, and then returned it to An An.
"Now if you speak to it, your appearance and voice will remain and be seen by Yunhe's owner."
"Really?" Jiang Anan's eyes widened.
A white light curtain suddenly popped up from the photo stone, and a beautiful little girl on the light screen widened her eyes: "Really?"
It completely replicates Jiang Anan's appearance.
"Isn't it amazing?"
After a while - "Isn't it amazing?"
"We've started taking photos, An'an, please speak up." Jiang Wang reminded from the side.
"We've started taking photos. An'an, please speak nicely."
The exact same sound came from the photo stone, making Jiang Anan giggle.
After laughing, she raised her chin, thought seriously, and said to the photo stone: "Sister, can you use this stone to talk to me? An An wants to see what you look like!"
After finishing speaking, she handed the photo stone to Jiang Wang.
It wasn't until Jiang Wang closed the image stone and the white light curtain disappeared that she whispered: "I'm done~"
Jiang Wang's smile suddenly faded: "After that, go and do your homework. You know how to take advantage of the opportunity to be lazy!"
Driving An An away, he thought for a moment and wrote a reply on Yun Jian:
Fellow Daoist Ye:
Maplewood City is my hometown, and the maple forest outside the city is very beautiful.
Every autumn day, the red maples are stronger than the fire. It is difficult to describe it in words and express its meaning in full.
My Taoist friends live in a country above the clouds, and below I live in a city under the maple maple.
This is what Fengxia means.
I'm sending back the shadow stone with the letter. My roommate is young and stupid, so don't blame her.
——Xiaojiang under the maple.
This chapter has been completed!