Wang Yi got up early in the morning and went to the Qijian Pavilion to practice, and did not come out until around noon.
"Senior brother, you have been working really hard recently. You come here to practice every day!" the disciple guarding the door sighed.
"You actually call him senior brother. He is only at the second level of the Juling Realm. He can't beat you. What qualifications do he have to be your senior brother? You are not allowed to call him that in the future." Wang Yi turned around and saw that it was Elder Que again.
As a disciple, the old fire had not gone away, but the new fire came again. Wang Yi immediately frowned, clenched his fists and stared at him.
"Hey, look at your posture, do you want to fight? Last time, your loser brother saved you and saved you from danger. I think you won't be so lucky this time!" the disciple finished.
He pulled out his sword and stabbed Wang Yi.
Wang Yi dodged to the side, gathered spiritual power with both fists, and swung forward, trying to fight him in close combat to reduce the sword's advantage, but Wang Yi's punch did not hit him at all.
At this time, the disciple who was guarding the gate was already panicking. This private fight was a violation of discipline within the sect. He saw Elder Que's disciple holding a sword in his hand and reciting a chant, which meant that he was serious about it.
, he is going to use the sword technique taught by Elder Que.
At this time, Wang Yi was still a little nervous. When Wang Yi saw the disciple closing his eyes and reciting the mantra silently, he raised his right fist again and swung it. Unexpectedly, before he got close, the disciple disappeared and suddenly appeared on the spot.
Behind him, Wang Yi was kicked to the ground by him just as he reacted.
Wang Yi fell to the ground and was kicked again before he could get up. Seeing this, the gatekeeper disciple was stunned and immediately said to Elder Que's disciple, "Senior Brother Jiang, please be merciful. Senior Brother Wang is just
The second level of the Spirit Gathering Realm!"
The disciple immediately laughed and said, "What's the matter with you? Just stay here, you know how powerful I am now!" Their fight also attracted many junior disciples and elder disciples to watch, and they all laughed.
Hope it.
Wang Yi lay on the ground, his mind full of blanks. He was stunned. Now he realized that what he had learned was only superficial, but it was absolutely impossible to surrender. Wang Yi once again gathered spiritual power in his hands.
, propped up his body, and at this moment, the disciple also gathered spiritual power on his feet and stamped hard. Wang Yi shuddered, unable to withstand the pressure, and fell down again.
"You bastard, if you call me grandpa for mercy again, I'll let you go!" the disciple said with a smile.
At this moment, the second senior brother, who was painting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, frowned and shouted, "Third brother, come with me!" The other senior brother was still sitting on the chair with a smile and said, "
Don't be too harsh."
"Yeah!" Wang Yi's second senior brother nodded in response, with an angry look on his face.
When Wang Yi heard the word "grandpa", he immediately became furious. All the spiritual power in his body was running rapidly at this moment. There was an inexplicable energy in his body. He stood up from the ground and punched again.
, the disciple looked stunned for a moment, then immediately took a few steps back. At the same time, he formed a seal with his left hand, stretched his right hand forward, and the sword in his hand actually stabbed Wang Yi.
When Wang Yi came back to his senses, there was already a bloody hole in his body. Wang Yi immediately screamed in pain, but the disciple refused to give up and stabbed him with another sword. At this time, the disciple guarding the gate
Completely panicked, he also drew his sword and flew towards Wang Yi.
With a "dang" sound, the disciple blocked the sword for Wang Yi. Wang Yi was stunned for a moment and felt grateful.
"You must be tired of living, kid!" Elder Que's disciple stared at this disciple and said.
"Senior Brother Jiang, please stop! Senior Brother Wang is already injured."
"When will it be your turn to dictate what I do?" Elder Que's disciple angrily scolded the gatekeeper.
"Senior Brother Jiang, fighting in private is a violation of our discipline. Please think twice!"
"You guys are still chattering away, are you done? Today I will let you two taste the power of the Twelve Gale Swords!" the disciple surnamed Jiang snorted coldly.
"you dare!"
At this moment, Wang Yi's third senior brother and second senior brother fell from the sky. When they saw the bloody holes in Wang Yi's body, they could no longer hold back the anger in their hearts.
The disciple surnamed Jiang looked back, then smiled and said, "Why are there two more here? You're afraid that one of them can't deal with me, right? All of the disciples of this great elder are really useless, haha."
Wang Yi was very moved when he saw his senior brothers coming out to help him. He couldn't blame others for all this. If he had been stronger, he might not have ended up like this.
Wang Yi's second senior brother walked up to Wang Yi and gave him a bottle of elixir. He glared at the disciple named Jiang and said, "On weekdays, if you insult us and our master, it doesn't matter. We won't pay attention to it.
It’s not worth our while to defend ourselves, but hurting my junior brother is not okay! This matter will never be tolerated!”
"Hmph, I think you have no strength and can only choose to endure it!" The disciple named Jiang mocked again. At this time, more and more disciples were watching. They were all excited and wanted to have a big fight to feast their eyes.
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Wang Yi's second senior brother had an angry look on his face, his eyebrows were squeezed into the shape of a river, but his voice was still the same as usual, "We have been keeping a low profile and have never caused any trouble in the sect. Today, I will take care of you."
Get the surgery, Third Brother, why don’t you go and deal with him?!”
The third senior brother next to him choked after taking a sip of wine. "What, I'm going to deal with him? That's not good." Wang Yi's third senior brother coughed a few times, put the wine bottle next to him and said slowly.
Zheng Yifei laughed even harder when he saw Wang Yi's second and third senior brothers trying to shirk each other. At this time, Wang Yi's third senior brother put down the wine bottle in his hand, pointed at the group of Jiang disciples and said, "I'm afraid of hurting you."
, wasn’t the reminder I gave you last time enough?”
The disciple named Jiang was stunned for a moment and immediately retorted, "Looking for death." After saying that, he rushed towards Wang Yi's third senior brother with his sword.
When the disciple surnamed Jiang rushed towards Wang Yi's third senior brother, he recited the sword formula in his mouth, and immediately disappeared from the place. Only an afterimage was seen drifting by, and suddenly appeared in front of Wang Yi's third senior brother.
The ground kicked him, but Wang Yi's third senior brother still stood there motionless and said with a smile, "It's not painful or itchy, that's all you can do?"
After saying that, he grabbed Zheng Yifei's foot. Zheng Yifei saw that his foot was caught, and stabbed Wang Yi's third senior brother with his backhand sword. The third senior brother grabbed his foot with his left hand and lifted the whole person up, avoiding it.
At the same time, the edge of the sword condensed spiritual power in his right hand, and he pulled down with his left hand. Then he punched the disciple firmly in the stomach with his right hand.
With just one punch, the disciple surnamed Jiang was knocked away. He screamed in the air and fell heavily to the ground. Yixi could still hear the sound of bones breaking. The disciple was curled up on the ground.
The severe pain caused him to cough a few times and spit out a large mouthful of blood.
The clothes on his stomach were shattered by the impact of spiritual power, and a red fist mark could be seen. He fell to the ground and clutched his stomach, staring at Wang Yi's third senior brother with a look in his eyes.
I was shocked. I was knocked down by him with just one punch. I couldn't believe it. But more importantly, I was filled with fear and unwillingness. The disciples who were watching were also frightened when they saw this scene.
The punch was fast and accurate, and the condensed spiritual power was as big as a fist glove. Wang Yi was stunned. The third brother patted the dust on his clothes and raised his eyebrows at Wang Yi.
At this time, the disciple who fell on the ground recited the mantra silently, and saw a stream of spiritual power soaring into the sky, turning into a wind bird hovering in the sky.
The second senior brother glanced at it and said with a smile, "This is his signal for help. It seems that it will be more interesting later." Senior brother Wu took out the wine bottle and took a sip, and said loudly, "Finally, I can relax my muscles and bones and fight."
You have to fight hard, right?"
Wang Yi hadn't reacted yet, but when he did, he saw that the entire Qijian Pavilion had been surrounded by Elder Que's disciples.
