Ao Guang originally didn't pay much attention to Sun Wukong's Taiyi Golden Immortal cultivation. After all, he was also a Daluo Golden Immortal, which was even better than Sun Wukong. However, when he heard that Sun Wukong had only been practicing for decades, his expression changed.

He was a little more frightened and enthusiastic. He didn't expect that the aptitude of the monkey in front of him was so incredible. Compared with his old bones, he was simply embarrassed.

When Yang Jian heard that Sun Wukong had only been practicing for decades, he raised his sword eyebrows slightly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. This monkey's qualifications were not inferior to him. He had become the Taiyi Golden Immortal in just a few decades. He was afraid that there was also a famous teacher behind him to teach him.

A trace of curiosity arose in his heart, so he interrupted the conversation between Ao Guang and Sun Wukong and asked directly.

"I see that fellow Taoist Sun is pure and pure, possessing authentic mystical skills. He also came from a famous master. I don't know the name of the respected master?"

When Sun Wukong heard Yang Jian's question, a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes. He remembered the heartless words of Patriarch Bodhi, shook his head slightly and said in vain.

"It's something I was born with. I don't have any teachers. I'm just a wild fox Zen!"

Yang Jian was not an ignorant person. How could he believe Sun Wukong's lies and perfunctory words? He felt that Sun Wukong was being dishonest and looked unhappy. He snorted coldly and turned his head to ignore Sun Wukong.

When Ao Guang saw this, his expression changed, but he lost his previous enthusiasm for Sun Wukong. Who is Yang Jian?

As the Lord of the Three Realms, the Jade Emperor is also a Lord who listens to orders but not announcements. No one can compare with Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong also saw the two people's indifference and dissatisfaction with him, and a wry smile appeared on his face. He did not dare to reveal the name of Patriarch Bodhi at will. He still remembers the Patriarch's magical powers and is afraid that he will be thrown into the Nine Netherworld by the Patriarch.

, will never be able to stand up again.

However, Master Huanglong knew about the existence of Patriarch Bodhi. He was the good corpse of Taoist Zhunti. He had a Taoist cultivation level and was extremely profound. He was no weaker than Immortal Zhenyuan and others. Naturally, his threat was not one that Sun Wukong dared to resist.

Sun Wukong was also wise and knew that he had offended the distinguished guest of Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East China Sea. He was afraid that it would be difficult to obtain the magic weapon again, and he did not want to be shameless and stay away again. He stood up, bowed and said goodbye.

"It's really rude to come here today. Dragon King has distinguished guests here, so I won't disturb him any more. I'll take my leave now!"

Ao Guang stood up and was about to send Sun Wukong away, lest Sun Wukong affect the guest's mood again.

Unexpectedly, Master Huang Long chuckled lightly, glanced at Yang Jian, and said.

"The Monkey King doesn't want to talk about his master's inheritance, for fear that he has some troubles. When did you have such a small capacity? You are prone to a nameless fire in your heart. You still need to temper yourself!"

Yang Jian was shocked when he heard his uncle reprimanding him. He quickly stood up and bowed to Master Huanglong.

"Master, what I'm trying to teach you is that the disciple has not cultivated enough and has a nameless heart. Please forgive me, uncle!"

Master Huang Long waved his hand, and a celestial light lifted Yang Jian up. He glanced at the surprised Sun Wukong and said with a smile.

"You are also a powerful person with powerful supernatural powers in the three realms. You are not afraid of the Monkey King's jokes if you react like this!"

Yang Jian then stood still and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Master Huang Long was not really angry. Then he turned around and apologized to Sun Wukong.

"Please forgive me, fellow Taoist, for being rude!"

Sun Wukong shook his head quickly, kept waving his hands, and said with an embarrassed look.

"Zhenjun is too polite, it's my fault!"

Ao Guang saw Huang Long speak out, and Yang Jian apologized. Knowing Tianzun's intentions, he persuaded Sun Wukong to stay. In a few words, the awkward atmosphere dissipated, and the guests and hosts had a good time. After drinking for three rounds, they only heard the Dragon King's heroic words.

"I wonder what kind of weapons you like, Fellow Daoist Sun. Although the Dragon Palace is small, it also has a collection of many magical weapons!"

When Sun Wukong heard this, he immediately smiled, put down the cup and chopsticks in his hand, wiped the corners of his mouth, and then said.

"After I was born, I became a monk and practiced cultivation. I gained a body that has no birth and no destruction. I learned martial arts and became proficient in eighteen kinds of weapons. So I don't limit myself to any weapons, as long as I find them handy!"

When the Dragon King heard this, he was also in a dilemma. There was no request that was the most difficult to satisfy. He could only ask the shrimp soldiers and crab generals to move a nine-pronged fork from the armory. It weighed a thousand kilograms, and the blade shone with cold light.

It looks like a magic weapon, sharp and intimidating.

Sun Wukong apologized to the three people, jumped up, came to the shrimp soldiers and crab generals, grabbed the nine-pronged fork, and used martial arts all the way, with cold light flashing and sharp edges, which was admirable, even Yang Jian, who was a martial artist and a god.

Nodding, it can be seen that the monkey king is indeed superb in martial arts and has great abilities.

Sun Wukong casually threw the nine-pronged fork to the shrimp soldiers and crab generals. The soldiers quickly helped them, and their bodies sank slightly, which showed how heavy the soldiers were. Sun Wukong said.

"Please ask the Dragon King to change it. This nine-strand fork is still a little lighter for me!"

The Dragon King was not surprised either. He looked indifferent, nodded slightly, nodded again to the soldiers on the side, and went to the arsenal to pick out a heavier weapon and move it out. The nine-pronged fork that could be moved by two or three people just now.

Now it takes five or six people to move it.

The handle of the sword weighs 3,600 kilograms. The sword is about one foot and two long. The blade is dark gold. The handle is wrapped with gold wire drawn from Taiyi Geng gold to prevent slipping. The blade is bluish white and transparent.

With the chill, under the illumination of the night pearl, the cold light touches the heart.

Sun Wukong raised the sword with one hand and swung the sword. The shadow of the sword was heavy and pushed the surrounding air aside. The light of the sword was so dense that water could not splash into it. The energy of the sword was everywhere, causing shrimps, soldiers and crab generals to dodge one after another.

After dancing for a while, Sun Wukong dropped the sword again and looked at Ao Guang with some embarrassment. Ao Guang understood and ordered again.

"Bring in the 7,200 kilograms square halberd with a painting pole from the treasure house!"

Sun Wukong looked at the square halberd with a painted pole that took more than a dozen soldiers to move. He raised it in a flash and practiced a strict set of halberd techniques again. Ao Guang and Yang Jian nodded repeatedly.

Yang Jian's eyes shot out a fighting spirit. He was also a person with superb martial arts. Seeing such good martial arts, he couldn't help but feel warlike in his heart. He was already practicing the Nine Turns Xuan Gong and was best at fighting, so he needed to fight more.

Only through training can he make further progress, but now that his cultivation level is getting higher and higher, he can no longer find any good opponents. When he is really bored, he can only go to Yuan Hong to compete in martial arts and chat to relieve his loneliness.

Sun Wukong frowned slightly, slowly stopped what he was doing, and put down the painting pole, the Square Heavenly Halberd. However, he could no longer look at Ao Guang, and lowered his head.

When Ao Guang saw this, he didn't understand why the magic weapon's painted halberd was probably too heavy to take advantage of. He looked at Sun Wukong with a troubled expression and said.
Chapter completed!