Song Yan lowered her head in a daze, still unable to accept that she was actually defeated. She was defeated at the hands of a junior. Not only did she lose her lifetime fame, but she also lost the Wushuang Sword Box, the most precious treasure of Wushuang City.
Wang Gang looked down at Song Yanhui, patted the Wushuang sword box, and said with a smile: "If your Wushuang city wants to return the sword box, I will accompany you at any time, but next time, I will not be merciful."
Song Yanhui raised his head angrily, but he dared not speak out in anger. Since ancient times, he was the winner and the loser. As the loser, he really couldn't be strong-willed.
Wushuang, who was not far away, stood up unwillingly and shouted: "Sir, do you really want to make the entire Wushuang City an enemy? You are the only one, and I, the thousands of disciples in Wushuang City, will never give up!"
Wang Gang glanced at the arrogant Wu Shuang and snorted contemptuously.
Song Yan secretly yelled back and immediately pounced on Wushuang.
puff!
A green sword energy slashed at Song Yanhui's body, bringing out a trace of blood and an arm.
"Master!" Wu Shuang's eyes widened.
Song Yanhui endured the pain of breaking her arm, covered Wushuang's mouth, gritted her teeth and said, "Quickly, go back to Wushuang City. You are not allowed to leave the city until you become a swordsman."
Unparalleled tears filled his eyes.
Wang Gang said disdainfully: "Wushuang, your master's arm was lost today because of you. He is in the world. If you don't have the strength, don't speak harshly. Be careful that trouble comes from your mouth."
Wushuang was greatly shocked, but at this moment he no longer dared to speak.
As the most outstanding disciple of Wushuang City in the past century, Wushuang is proud in his heart. He shoulders the heavy responsibility of revitalizing Wushuang City and has received the best training since he was a child. Song Yanhui failed to teach him what it means to be "flexible and able to stretch".
Today Wushuang paid the price for his arrogance, but this price will make him regret it for the rest of his life.
Song Yan stepped back in front of Wushuang, sealed the blood in the broken arm with her inner energy, and then said to Wang Gang:
"Thank you for your mercy. I will leave the Wushuang Sword Box to you for safekeeping. I will come back to Wushuang City for advice in the future."
Wang Gang raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I'll be with you anytime."
Song Yanhui turned around with a pale face and pulled Wushuang away. As for the other disciples in Wushuang City, Wang Gang made measured moves and did not kill him. At this time, they got up one after another. Although their eyes were full of hatred, they did not dare to do anything.
Wang Gang made a mistake in front of him.
Xiao Se and Wu Xin walked up to Wang Gang and said, "You have offended Wushuang City to death today!"
Wang Gang not only snatched the Wushuang Sword Box, but also chopped off the arm of the Wushuang City Lord. His hatred was so intense that he would never stop fighting.
"Knowing shame is close to courage. Wushuang has good qualifications. In time, he will become a swordsman. But he is too arrogant. Wushuang City gave him the confidence, but it also restricted his martial arts." Wang Gang mentioned the Wushuang Sword Box.
"Are you cultivating a rival for yourself?" Wuxin seemed to have guessed Wang Gang's thoughts.
Wang Gang smiled mysteriously, glanced at Wu Xin, and changed the subject: "Congratulations on your great achievement and breakthrough to the realm of freedom."
Unintentionally discarding the secret skills of Rakshasa Hall, breaking them and then establishing them, comprehending the six skills of Buddhism, cultivating to break through to the realm of free and easy heaven, and gaining great strength.
"Before Master Wangyou left, he passed on his life's cultivation experience to me, which was a great help to me." Wang Gang used his blue hands to extract Master Wangyou's memory.
"You have now broken through to the realm of Xiaoyao Tian, and you are enough to withstand this martial arts enlightenment."
Wuxin sensed the memory of Master Wangyou in Wang Gang's hand, and his eyes suddenly turned red.
"Master!"
Wang Gang slapped Wu Xin on the head and transferred all the memories of Master Wangyou to him.
Nowadays, Wang Gang, relying on Master Wangyou's fugue insights, has completely integrated the martial arts of the two worlds into one, creating the "Eight Extremes Sword Gate Formation". He is a master of martial arts. He can use both hands to do whatever he wants without any obstacles.
Wuxin temporarily comprehended the martial arts of his mentor and hid it in his sea of consciousness, and was full of gratitude to Wang Gang.
"Thank you."
"You don't need to thank me. In fact, I have benefited even more."
At this time, Wang Gang's cultivation has stabilized in the realm of free heaven and will never fall into the realm. Moreover, he also has a glimpse of the realm of wandering. The benefits are unprecedented.
"Xiao Se, I am now confident that I can completely cure your hidden veins." Wang Gang turned to Xiao Se and said.
Xiao Se was stunned for a moment, followed by a surprise.
"When you get to Xueyue City and meet the King of Medicine, I will heal your wounds." Wang Gang said, "But you must also fulfill your promise and let me read the royal collection of books, including "The Sword Art of Splitting the Country."
"Okay, I will write a letter to my father right away and allow you to enter the royal library." Xiao Se said excitedly.
"Don't worry, we still have a little trouble to solve." Wang Gang glanced at the woods on the left and shouted: "You two have seen enough of the show! Why don't you show up yet."
Xiao Se and Wu Xin were shocked. They didn't expect that there were enemies lurking around them, and they didn't realize it at all.
Two figures sprang out from the darkness. One of them was the white-haired immortal from Tianwai Tian, but the other was very strange.
"Sure enough, the waves behind you in the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. I have seen all the heroes in the world, and no one can compare with you." The man held a long gun and spoke in a rather heroic tone.
"It turns out to be Sikong Changfeng, the Spear Immortal. No wonder he can sneak into the five feet around me silently." Wang Gang has no modesty. Regardless of his age, he can be regarded as Sikong Changfeng's ancestor.
Besides, people in the world mostly judge their seniority based on their strength. Wang Gang already has the fighting power of a swordsman, so he doesn't need to be a generation younger when facing a spearman.
The white-haired fairy came to Wu Xin and said excitedly: "Young Master, you can make it easy for me to find you."
Wuxin said indifferently: "I haven't been found by you yet."
The white-haired immortal frowned and said, "Young Master, are you still unwilling to return to Tianwaitian?"
There was no reason to hesitate.
Wang Gang said to Wu Xin: "If you don't want to go back, no one can force you. Even if the White-haired Immortal and the Purple-clothed Marquis are here, they can't take you away."
Wuxin felt warm in his heart, knowing that Wang Gang regarded him as a friend and would not hesitate to offend Tianwaitian.
"I'm here just to escort Wu Xin back to the outer world. As long as I'm here, no one can harm him anymore." Sikong Changfeng said, which also represented Xue Yuecheng's attitude.
Wang Gang's face sank and he said: "I said, no one can force Wu Xin now, not even Xue Yue City."
Sikong Changfeng's mouth twitched, he didn't expect Wang Gang to be so disrespectful.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Unintentionally exposed Wang Gang and said: "Are you trying to help me, or are you looking for an excuse to fight with the Gun Fairy?"
Wang Gang couldn't pretend anymore and said with a smile: "The Gun Immortal is a master among the best in the world. Now that we have met, it would be a pity not to learn from each other."
Sikong Changfeng laughed dumbly.
Wuxin rolled his eyes and said, "I didn't expect you to be quite bellicose."
"Because I found that your cultivation improves quickly when you play against masters!" Wang Gang said bluntly.
Xiao Se and Wu Xin looked at each other and couldn't help but feel speechless. Thinking back, Wang Gang's cultivation improved greatly every time he fought with masters. Now he has peak combat power, and there are fewer and fewer people with whom he can fight.
Sikong Changfeng said: "Lu Jun, speaking of which, you and I still have some connection. I saved your mother Li Fanying when she traveled around the world."
Seeing that he couldn't fight, Wang Gang could only take out his mother's letter and give it to Sikong Changfeng.
"When I left Tianqi City, my mother asked me to take a letter to Xueyue City and give it to you."
Sikong Changfeng didn't see anyone else. He took the letter and opened it, his expression turned strange.
"Haven't you read the letter?" Sikong Changfeng asked.
"No."
"Your mother wants me to accept you as a disciple." Sikong Changfeng said with a bitter smile: "With your current martial arts skills, how can I be qualified to teach you."
Sikong Changfeng handed the letter back to Wang Gang.
It turned out that Li Fanying wanted to find a good master for his son, so he asked Lu Jun to go to Xueyue City.
I just didn't expect that Wang Gang would awaken to the mystery in his womb along the way, and his cultivation would skyrocket like a rocket, rising from the second level to the realm of great freedom.
Wang Gang's current strength is not inferior to that of the Spear Immortal, so how can he become Sikong Changfeng's disciple?
"It seems that you were very hidden during Tianqi. Even your mother didn't know your true cultivation level?" Sikong Changfeng asked curiously.
Wang Gang casually made up a reason and said: "Since I left Tianqi City, I have had many adventures, and I have learned martial arts insights from Master Wangyou's Fuyou Xuan Realm, so my cultivation level has improved a bit quickly, and my parents don't know about it."
Sikong Changfeng shook his head and said: "You should write a letter to the family and go back! As far as I know, your father was promoted because of you."
"After I go to Xueyue City, I will return to Tianqi City to explain to my parents." Wang Gang was still thinking about the "Splitting Sword Technique" of the Beili royal family, so he naturally wanted to return to Tianqi City.
As for Wu Xin, he had already decided to follow the White-haired Immortal back to the outer world and shoulder his responsibilities.
Everyone said goodbye at the Dafanyin Temple, and the troops were divided into two groups, but it was certain that they would still have time to see each other again.
