Wu Jie did not question or object to Zhang Long's decision. Since he is the leader of the twenty-seventh generation of disciples, he should stand up when encountering problems. His identity and responsibility have always been integrated.
But Prince Ao San didn't think so. When he heard Zhang Long's words, his eyes widened immediately, he looked at Wu Jie up and down rudely, and finally let out a cold snort from his nose.
"Are you going to let such a little guy who doesn't even understand the principles of life and death do this? It's too childish!"
Yunmengze Dalongjun's son showed his displeasure unabashedly, and his words were full of dissatisfaction with Qingyang Temple: "I want to tell you, can you handle this matter so that we can
Satisfaction will directly affect the relationship between Yunmengze and Qingyangguan!"
His words were full of threats, which made Wu Jie frown greatly.
Zhang Long was not affected by the words of Prince Ao San. He still smiled confidently and calmly: "Wu Jie is the leader of the 27th generation of disciples of our Qingyang Temple. He is very reliable in terms of ability and character."
"That's just because you are too partial to your fellow disciple!" Prince Ao San sneered, "He is not even thirty years old, and his knowledge is very shallow. His strength is even weaker, and a Dragon Lord is involved.
He can't handle matters of authority at all!"
"Believe in his ability. In the ten years since he entered Taoism, he has done several remarkable things. His ability is far stronger than what you see on the surface."
Prince Ao San looked at Zhang Long coldly for a moment, hesitated, but still shook his head.
"You monks don't know much about the situation of our water tribe. I don't think he can handle this matter-" He seemed to feel that his tone was too bad, paused for a moment, and softened his words, "Zhang Chiyan
, you are also a clan with dragon blood flowing through it. You should understand very well that when it comes to our clan, even small things can easily turn into big things."
"Red Flame" is Zhang Long's Taoist name. Most monks will choose a Taoist name for themselves after facing life and death. However, Zhang Long prefers the name given to him by his parents compared to this Taoist name, which is a metaphor for the red dragon bloodline of his ancestors.
He frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.
As one of the most brave and skilled among the twenty-sixth generation disciples, he has participated in hundreds of battles and experienced various things that ordinary people cannot experience in several lifetimes. This has not only developed his stable character
His personality also allows him to turn a blind eye to some things that he should be particularly vigilant about.
But after being reminded by Prince Ao San, he noticed this problem.
The Dragon Clan is the most bizarre ethnic group in the world. Their blood can flow through all things. This free power seems to naturally exist in their souls. Especially for the male Dragon Clan, nothing seems to be able to restrain it.
They - whether it's power, responsibility, or death.
As if echoing this free-spirited temperament, any matter involving the Dragon Clan will often undergo some unexpected changes, catching people off guard.
With Wu Jie's ability, it is definitely enough to cope with the situation under normal circumstances, but what if there are unexpected changes?
Zhang Long pondered for a long time and his eyes fell on Wu Jie.
He could see that Wu Jie's luck was extremely strong, and his successful heroic deeds again and again not only improved his luck, but also allowed him to accumulate a lot of reputation among the people. People's worship of gods made his luck even better.
His luck has further increased, and unless he seeks death himself, he will not die.
In this case, giving him more training will actually help him grow up faster.
As for whether this matter could be done well, Zhang Long did not think too deeply about it.
If Wu Jie can't stand it, Zhang Long is still there; if he can't stand it, he can ask Master Shaoguang to come forward; even if Master Shaoguang can't handle it, some of the founders of the fourth and fifth levels of Huandan are not currently in retreat.
No matter what, even with brute force, this matter can be handled well.
...Although there is a little dragon blood flowing, Zhang Long is after all a monk of Qingyang Temple and not a member of the Dragon Clan. He considers the problem from the perspective of Qingyang Temple.
Even if it brings a little extra loss to Yun Mengze, as long as it can help Wu Jie grow, he won't bother to care about Yun Mengze!
Regarding Yunmengze's matter, it is up to the dragon clan of Yunmengze to figure out a solution for themselves. Anyway, there are dragon ancestors in the Huandan realm above Yunmengze, and there are a large number of shrimp soldiers and crab generals below them. They want money, money, and people. They cause trouble on their own, Qingyang
Guan Gang's help is just a favor. Do you still expect Qingyang Guan to go out of his way to help outsiders?
As for Luo Yu's question, that's even funnier. Want to seduce the souls of Qingyang Temple disciples? OK, give it a try!
Qingyang Temple's status that has lasted for tens of thousands of years, and the reputation of the seven great disciples of the twenty-sixth generation are not blown out, but built out!
Recalling the time when the brothers fought together, defeating enemies one after another, and finally gained the reputation as the "Seven Disciples of Qingyang Temple"... Zhang Long couldn't help but laugh.
But he immediately realized his gaffe and quickly regained his serious look. Just as he was about to persuade him a little more, a figure in black suddenly appeared at the door and walked directly in.
His steps were not fast, but with every step he took, his aura increased, and his whole person looked a little bigger, and more light continued to emit from his body. When he walked in front of the three of them,
It has turned into a giant of light, as if it can crush everyone with one hand, which makes people feel awe from the bottom of their hearts.
This is the leader of the twenty-sixth generation of disciples of Qingyang Temple. He has accumulated hundreds of years in the realm of Taoism. Then he accumulated a lot of experience and broke through the realm of refining the power in one breath. He has even begun to condense the true essence.
"You are thinking too much." Jiang'an's voice was like thunder, full of unhappiness, "Whether it's a monk or a dragon, walking in the world, you win respect with integrity, win friends with friendship, and win with strength.
.Prince, you will see the integrity of Qingyangguan; we have been willing to talk to you for so long, and our friendship has been put in front of you; what you are doubtful and unsure about now is just strength, right?"
Although Prince Ao San was intimidated by the aura of monk Ning Yuan, he still reluctantly raised his head and answered loudly with disguised pride: "That's right! What are you going to do?"
"If you want to see the power, let him show it to you!" Masaki's figure gradually shrank, returning to his usual self in black clothes, and the dazzling light like the sun disappeared without a trace, "
Wu Jie, if the third prince shows mercy, can you catch his three moves?"
"It should be no problem." Wu Jie hurriedly lowered his head and replied.
In front of outsiders, rules are still very important. Dragon Palace cannot be allowed to underestimate Qingyang Temple and think that the monks in Qingyang Temple are all big or small - although this seems to be the case.
Zhang Long was slightly shocked by Jiang An's suggestion. He looked at his senior brother in confusion, but did not question Jiang An's decision.
Shogan is the leader of the twenty-sixth generation of disciples. As long as he does not violate the sect's rules, not even the master can deprive him of his right to command his fellow disciples.
It doesn't matter if you talk and laugh at ordinary times, but when it comes to serious issues, of course you have to implement what you understand, and you also have to implement what you don't understand. The worst thing is that you can slowly understand during the implementation.
A sect that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years has its own set of rules.
Prince Ao San's eyes widened and he stayed there for several seconds before he asked loudly: "What did you say? Let this kid take three moves from me?"
"If he can do it, that's enough to prove his ability, right?" Masakis said expressionlessly.
"...I entered the realm of refining hundreds of years ago, and I am from the Dragon Clan!" Prince Ao San couldn't help but see anger on his face, "A mere Hundred Refiners cultivator under thirty years old, a person who has a life-and-death streak...
A mortal who has not yet understood all the principles behind this, wants to catch my three moves? Are you looking down on me?"
"He can do it." Maang'an said calmly, "That's why we can safely leave this matter to him."
There seemed to be flames coming out of Prince Ao San's eyes, and his chest heaved violently. After a while, he suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "Okay! Let him try it!"
Immortals are always very efficient in doing things. After a while, the four of them have arrived at the martial arts field. Shogan specially activated the martial arts field formation, and the opaque light curtain covered the huge martial arts field, and the passing disciples and patrols
The monsters will not be able to see what is happening here.
Wu Jie and Prince Ao stood face to face in the martial arts training ground. However, compared to Wu Jie who was ready and slightly nervous, Prince Ao was very relaxed and arrogant.
He has the capital to be proud of.
In terms of cultivation, he is two levels higher than Wu Jie, especially the gap between practicing Gang and entering Taoism, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
In terms of physical strength, he is a dragon in human form, capable of tearing apart steel with his bare hands, making mortals vulnerable to him.
In terms of experience, he has lived for nearly four hundred years, and Wu Jie is not even one-tenth of his life.
No matter how he looked at it, he didn't think that the ordinary-looking young man in front of him could catch his three moves!
"Although I will be merciful, if you are too weak, you may still get hurt." He sneered and said, "Little guy, if you feel you can't stand it anymore, just say it honestly and don't hold on."
Wu Jie bowed slightly and saluted the senior, but did not answer.
He expressed his determination in silence.
Prince Ao San frowned and was very dissatisfied with Wu Jie's lack of appreciation.
So he simply raised his fist and hit Wu Jie from the air.
This punch contained far more energy than an ordinary hundred-refined cultivator, and turned into a majestic gust of wind that was about to blow Wu Jie away.
This is the crudest but most effective method. Because of its simplicity, it is difficult to understand.
The most powerful swordsman can't deal with a suddenly falling stone wall, because he has nowhere to run and can't stop him - this is the situation Wu Jie is facing now.
But Wu Jie is not a swordsman, he is a monk, and he is the best among the monks at the same level!
Facing the howling wind, he did not feel any panic, but with a flash of red light under his feet, his whole body had moved to the other side of the martial arts arena.
This is a very common five element escape technique in magic, fire escape.
"It's indeed a skill to practice fire escape so well!" Prince Ao San's attack failed, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, and his evaluation of Wu Jie was a point or two higher.
But just running away is not enough!
He was about to continue the attack when he saw Wu Jie suddenly take out a green wooden staff in his right hand, and then held a few pills in his left hand. His body suddenly glowed red, and he cast several powerful auxiliary spells on himself in succession.
.
"Want to use this method to close the gap between us? It's a good idea, but the gap in strength is not so easy to make up for!"
A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Prince Ao's mouth, and he raised his right hand high. The white torrent swirled above his palm, and it was about to turn into a turbulent wave and submerge the entire martial arts arena.
At this moment, Wu Jie had absorbed the true energy mana provided by the Yuan Storage Staff and the elixir, restoring himself to an almost intact state.
Then, before Prince Ao San could take action, he activated the True Fire Body!
