With just two simple words, the atmosphere of war was overwhelming.
The twenty or thirty people who followed Wu Ming could not help but hold their breath, for fear that they would miss something.
"Please" Wu Ming gently raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation.
Wang Yu didn't answer, he opened his mouth and spat out a sword light, and a flying sword came out of his mouth.
"point!"
With one finger, the flying sword can be divided into two parts, two parts into four parts, and four parts into eight parts.
In the blink of an eye, the flying sword split into eight parts, and under the guidance of Wang Yu's gesture, it quickly shot towards Wu Ming.
"Deacon Liao, what kind of magic is this!"
Seeing Wang Yu's flying sword split into eight pieces, a foundation-building disciple asked.
Deacon Liao was an inner disciple before and was no stranger to Wang Yu's move. He explained: "This is Senior Brother Wang Yu's Shadow Sword. The eight flying swords are only real, not fake. If you can't deal with it, you will be dead in an instant."
Killed by eight flying swords, killing without blood!"
When he opened his mouth to explain, the flying sword was already attacking from the other side.
Faced with the flying sword attack, Wu Ming remained motionless, as if he was unaware of it.
Many disciples in the Foundation Establishment stage were sweating for Wu Ming, and some even exclaimed in surprise.
Ding ding ding
A sound of gold and iron clashing turned into crisp and sweet music, resounding throughout the manor.
Wu Ming stood there with indifferent eyes. Every time a flying sword struck, he just flicked it with his finger.
When his finger flicked on the flying sword, Wu Ming had no effect on himself. Instead, the flying sword let out a mournful cry and was easily bounced away.
Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned, and some even drooled.
"Have you not eaten? Work harder!" Wu Ming clamped a flying sword between his fingers like a fly, showing a bit of impatience.
Wang Yu's expression changed. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to move the flying sword, slashing at Wu Ming's body.
Ding
There was another soft sound, and the flying sword touched the palm of Wu Ming's hand, unable to make any further progress.
This time, Wang Yu's expression finally changed. He could see that Wu Ming had practiced a very profound body protection technique.
He is so advanced that his own flying sword is useless and is like a toy in the opponent's hands.
"How did he cultivate such a powerful physical body? I don't believe it. I don't believe this is true. It must be a deception!"
Wang Yu waved his hand, and eight flying swords merged into one. The flying sword emitted golden light and struck Wu Ming head-on.
Without thinking, Wu Ming reached out and grabbed it.
The next moment, the flying sword emitting golden light was caught directly in his hand.
Wu Ming had a cold expression on his face. He lowered his head and glanced at the flying sword that was struggling in his hand. He shook his head and said, "It's not that good! You said you were going to beat me until I couldn't get out of bed. Why are you so low-level?"
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click
With both hands, he bent hard, and the golden flying sword was broken into his hands like a branch by Wu Ming.
At the same time, affected by the broken flying sword, Wang Yu spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face became extremely pale.
"Junior brother, do you want to fight again?" Looking at Wang Yu's pale face, Wu Ming asked nonchalantly.
There was resentment in Wang Yu's eyes, but more of it was fear, and he shook his head repeatedly.
What kind of monster is this man in front of me? His flying sword can't even break through the defense and is easily broken. If we continue to fight, what else will happen besides humiliating ourselves?
"Master, senior brother is so powerful, junior brother is convinced"
It’s hard to say whether I’m convinced in my heart or not, but I’m definitely convinced in my mouth.
Wang Yu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his mouth twitched as he looked at the broken flying sword, and his heart seemed to be bleeding.
You must know that his flying sword has a great origin, and it was made with huge sums of money.
Most of Wang Yu's golden elixir stage resources were piled into this flying sword. Now that the flying sword was broken, he felt as if his wife had died.
"Deacon Liao, take me to the eleventh place. I want to ask for advice again!" Wu Ming turned around and left, feeling vaguely unsatisfied.
Although the Wang Yu in front of him has the eighth level of Jindan cultivation, beating him is like beating a child.
At the current level of Yu Qing Jue, even if Wu Ming stood and let him chop, Wang Yu might not be able to chop him.
Before, if I wasn't afraid of ruining my clothes, I wouldn't even need to use my hands to resist. The gap between the two is really too big.
Ten minutes later, Xu Kailai, ranked eleventh in the Golden Elixir, opened the door and accepted the challenge.
After just one minute, Xu Kailai saw that his attack had no effect at all, so he simply gave up and gave up.
Throughout the whole process, Wu Ming acted in an understatement.
To use Xu Kailai's own words to describe it, it was as if he was competing with the elders of the inner sect, and fighting was just a joke.
Xu Kailai, who ranked eleventh among the tens of thousands of Jindan disciples in Wentian Pavilion, finally came to this conclusion. You can imagine how disheartened he was.
In this regard, Wu Ming said that it was normal. If Xiaocheng's Yuqing Jue could not defend even the monks at the Golden Core stage, this would be really abnormal. After all, this Yuqing Jue was placed in a famous sect in the fairy world.
Internally, it is also the main method practiced by my disciples.
In the Zhongqian World, the four levels of Heaven, Earth, Xuanhuang cannot be summarized, and it is a proper god-level technique.
"Deacon Liao, who is ranked number one?"
"The person ranked first in the Golden elixir stage is Zhu Li, who condensed the Golden elixir at the age of 28. It is said that he is the descendant of Zhu Chuangong, the master of the Chuanfa Hall!" When talking about Zhu Li, Deacon Liao showed a faint look of admiration and talked with him.
Facing Xu Kailai was completely different.
In Wentian Pavilion, Jin Dan ranks among the top ten, and is also called the Quasi-Nascent Soul.
This Zhu Li condensed the golden elixir at the age of twenty-eight. Now at the age of forty-six, he has reached the state of perfect golden elixir.
Such people, let alone Wentian Pavilion, are considered geniuses in the entire human race. They are expected to break through the elixir and become a baby before the age of fifty. As long as they do not die halfway in the future, they will at least be the seeds of the god transformation stage.
Nothing is impossible.
"In Wentian Pavilion, Ma Yao and Jiang Feng are both potential stocks, and this Zhu Li is probably similar. However, Ma Yao and Jiang Feng have not developed yet and are still messing around in the outer sect. And this Zhu Li is older than them
I am nearly thirty years old, I have passed the initial accumulation period, and I am almost ready to become a baby!" Wu Ming thought in his heart, with a faint feeling of expectation.
A person with great luck is just a little genius before he grows up. Everyone needs time to grow up.
The good thing about Zhu Li is that he was born thirty years earlier than everyone else.
In the past thirty years, he has opened up a gap. Even if the Child of Destiny catches up, it will take ten years. It will take even longer for other supporting geniuses to catch up.
In other words, Zhu Li has great advantages in both the Golden Elixir and Nascent Soul realms.
If there are no accidents, this advantage can only be gradually reduced in the out-of-body or spiritual state. This is the advantage of age.
"When I left, Xiao Zhentian, who had the highest level of cultivation, was only at the sixth level of foundation building, and it would be a few years before he could reach the golden elixir realm. By the time people like Xiao Zhentian entered the golden elixir realm, Zhu Li would almost have stepped into the golden elixir realm.
Now that he is in the Nascent Soul stage, he still has a lot of advantages. Haha, it’s interesting. Wu Dingtian in his previous life also joined Wentian Pavilion. I wonder if this Zhu Li is Wu Dingtian’s whetstone, or a great teammate who cuts through everything!
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Around every protagonist, there are many supporting characters who act as red flowers and green leaves for the protagonist.
He had seen Ma Yao before, and if there were no mistakes, she should be Wu Dingtian's official female lead. Similarly, if Wu Ming hadn't intervened, Wu Xiaoyu would have also fallen into Jiang Feng's love network, and there would be a big one in disguise.
Uncle.
Counting it all together, Wu Dingtian did nothing, and two amazing teammates appeared. Coupled with Zhu Li, the homophony of his name is "help", I'm afraid the possibility of becoming a grindstone is not high.
Moreover, Zhu Li's identity is unusual, he is a descendant of Zhu Chuan Gong from the Chuanfa Hall.
Don't think about it, this is a buy one get one free rhythm, it would be strange if there are no tricks.
"My dear, when I think about it, it's really scary to think about it! This Wu Dingtian, the template arranged is so smooth, the starting point is all the same, and it's full of routines! How much money does Wu Dingtian have to spend on such an account of Long Aotian?
I'm so sorry that I snatched it away!" Wu Ming was thinking wildly and came to Zhu Li's residence.
As the first Jindan disciple, Zhu Li lived in a royal garden rather than a manor.
Outside, there are small bridges, flowing water, and hundreds of acres of maple forest, which look beautiful.
Wu Ming stood outside admiring it for a moment. Before he could make any move, the door to the manor suddenly opened.
"With such good weather and such beautiful scenery, it's too much to practice! It just so happens that lying in the maple leaf forest barbecuing and drinking wine can be considered a perfect combination of work and rest!" A man with hair hanging slightly on his shoulders and no clothes on his upper body said,
He was muttering something in his mouth and walking out carrying a wine jar.
Wu Ming looked at this man quietly, walked to the maple leaf forest, and put down the wine jar. Then, he started to take out the barbecue from the dimensional bag at his waist, smiling happily.
After preparing all this, the man used his flying sword to cut off countless branches to use as materials for making fire. Looking at his skillful look, it was obvious that this was not the first time he had done this kind of thing.
"Who is this guy?"
"This man is Zhu Li. He is a bit deviant and likes to do ridiculous things!"
With a wry smile on his face, Deacon Liao explained to Wu Ming in a low voice.
Wu Ming nodded thoughtfully. As a great disciple of the Jindan stage, this person didn't even wear any clothes on his upper body. It would be a lie to say he was a rigid person.
However, looking at this man's appearance, he is free and easy and natural. It does not seem like he is doing this deliberately, but he is unruly by nature and does not like to be restrained.
"Junior brother, you are grilling meat and drinking wine here, so leisurely!" Wu Ming walked up and smiled at Zhu Li.
"You called me junior brother?" Zhu Li was stunned for a moment, but he did not get angry. Instead, he smiled and said: "Haha, okay, today you are senior brother, sit down and drink with me!"
With just a few words, Wu Ming knew why Deacon Liao was said to be a deviant.
In the sect, few people in the sect use the title "senior brother" randomly, and no one uses it as a joke.
Wu Ming called him junior brother because he firmly believed that Zhu Li was not his opponent yet, so he was naturally his junior brother.
But Zhu Li was different. Although he agreed with a smile, he definitely didn't think that Wu Ming was stronger than him. The reason why he said this was simply because he didn't care about titles like senior brother and junior brother.
He cares about others making fun of him.
"This Zhu Li has such a good character, I'm afraid he can't be a whetstone! Well, he should live up to his name and help."
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