As soon as he stepped into Cining Palace, Wang Jian felt something was wrong.
"who!"
A suppressed roar came from the roof next to him, and a figure rushed towards him from over there and slapped him.
Wang Jian noticed the opponent's strength. Instead of being surprised, he was happy and slapped him with a slap.
The two held hands against each other, and the person who came was immediately knocked back by the force of his hand and flew into the air.
Wang Jian took two steps back, quickly stopped, and rushed forward again.
The woman didn't show any weakness and struck Wang Jian's face with continuous strikes with both palms.
The opponent's martial arts is of the feminine type, with a variety of moves. There are some changes when the palms are slapped, giving him the feeling of being covered.
Wang Jian seemed not to notice, as a dragon roar faintly appeared on his body, and his right palm roared out, hitting the woman's palms.
The woman screamed in pain, retreated violently and fell to the ground. When she managed to get up, she was already seriously injured.
Wang Jian looked at his right palm and was shocked.
The power of the Dragon Subduing Palm is actually so powerful. It's just for beginners. You may not even have reached it at the beginning, but you can easily defeat that second-rate warrior?
"It's not that the palm technique is powerful, but my cultivation and strength are far greater than hers, so the palm technique is not worth mentioning."
Muttering in his heart, he turned to look at the beauty coming out of the house.
This face with a mixture of nobility and heroism, coupled with the silk and satin on her body and the status of the Queen Mother, add to her appeal.
But Wang Jian knew that this face was fake. Although the face under the mask was just as beautiful, he was a little uneasy.
He knew very well that the prototype of this character was indeed beautiful, but it was before he was thirty years old.
Of course, even if Lin Zixia is in her thirties, she is still the most beautiful in this class.
But people always have to recognize old people. When you get older, there will always be a certain gap between you and young beautiful girls.
If Lin Zixia were of a similar age, she would naturally have infinite charm.
It's a pity that she plays a young woman in her twenties, and the psychological gap is too big.
Of course, Wang Jian didn't have any special ideas.
Otherwise, knowing the information about the Saint Long Er of Shenlong Cult, it is not impossible to plan something.
"Who are you? How dare you break into my Cining Palace!"
Long Er looked at Wang Jian, felt the aura on his body, and frowned slightly.
There was a huge gap between what she thought. Could it be that this person wanted to come to Cining Palace to steal incense and jade? If so, he would be asking for death.
Thinking of this, my disgust becomes even greater.
Wang Jian listened intently to her surroundings, and when she was sure that no one was eavesdropping, she smiled and said, "Wang Jian has seen the Saint of the Dragon Cult."
"What?"
Not only Long Er, the four subordinates around her also changed their expressions. They were filled with murderous intent and stared at Wang Jian, ready to make a move.
"Don't be nervous, I don't have any ill intentions in coming here, otherwise there would be no need to do so much."
Wang Jian explained carefully, but her heart was full of wariness.
This is the reason for strength. If he can crush the whole audience, let alone any negotiation, what can she do even if he presses the Holy Lady of the Dragon Cult on the bed?
You know, once you take this woman's red pill, you can gain 80% of your cultivation level.
"You got the wrong person?"
"Why do you waste time on such a trivial matter? Can we talk about it?"
Wang Jian said and glanced around. Long Er's four subordinates had slowly dispersed, apparently planning to surround him and take action at any time.
Wang Jian is not particularly worried. There are so many weapons in the storage space, so self-protection is no problem. It just deducts progress, which is really frustrating.
Long Er took a deep look at him, glanced around, and said in a deep voice: "Enter the room."
"Queen Mother!"
One of the subordinates shouted, Long Er shook his head and turned around and entered the palace.
Wang Jian smiled slightly and followed her in, turning a blind eye to the murderous looks of her four subordinates standing at the door.
Wang Jian sat down on a chair, looked at Long Er who was sitting in the chair, and said with a smile: "I came to see the saint here because I hope the saint can help me with something."
"What's the matter?"
"Shenlong** Kung Fu!"
"court death!"
Although Long'er was already prepared for Wang Jian's possible attack, he was still trembling with anger.
The Shenlong ** Kung Fu is the teaching martial arts of the Shenlong Sect, and she is a saint. The leader specializes in martial arts, and it is not difficult to break through the innate. Moreover, the Qi cultivated is extremely pure and powerful, and can even achieve hundreds of things in the ordinary version.
Poison does not invade.
Not to mention Wang Jian, an outsider, even the senior leaders and disciples of the Shenlong Sect are not qualified to learn such magical skills to suppress the religion.
Wang Jian had already touched her bottom line. As a saint, how could she not get angry.
Looking at the furious Long Er in the first place, although Wang Jian felt uneasy, her face remained calm thanks to her superb acting skills.
He is really worried, but he is really looking forward to the Shenlong **.
This set of martial arts is so strange. Once the red pill is lost, 80% of the power will be lost to the man.
Of course, he can't let his woman practice, because there are no good women around him.
And if it is a virgin, it is impossible to give the other party so much time to practice.
Besides, what will happen after practicing? The eight successful powers will be drained away, damaging the foundation, and it will take more time to recover.
No matter how ruthless and unjust Wang Jian is, it is impossible for him to hurt his own woman like this.
However, he obtained the "Emperor Sutra" from the emperor in "Ouchi Secret Agent Ling Lingfa", but it was too badly damaged.
Now the Shenlong Sect has the "Shenlong ** Skill", and it seems to be somewhat related, so naturally I want to get it in my hands and study it carefully.
The Sutra is a double one. The cultivation method is very unique, but unfortunately it is so incomplete that it is of no use.
Once the Shenlong ** skill loses the red pill, it will lose eight successes. It is related to the man no matter how you look at it.
Even if you don't have it, you can still learn some tips from it and use it to improve the "** Sutra".
If we can do this and practice day and night with the four daughters of Michaela, the speed of improvement will definitely be accelerated many times.
Fortunately, the fear that Long Er would take action did not appear, so Wang Jian said seriously: "I also know that the "Shenlong ** Technique" is the magical power of your sect, but I really need it very much."
Long Er mocked: "Since you know, you shouldn't humiliate yourself."
"I have always believed that many things have a price, and I am willing to pay a price that matches it."
"That's a price you can't afford!"
"Maybe it's the Forty-Two Chapter Sutra that the Dragon Sect has been looking for!"
Long Er's body tensed: "Do you know the specific whereabouts?"
Wang Jian nodded: "I'll show my sincerity and let the saint think for herself. There are four volumes of the Forty-Two Chapter Sutra. The saint should have one in her hand, right?"
Long Er nodded, there was no need to hide this kind of thing. Moreover, she found that Wang Jian was very strange. He actually knew so many things. It was really strange.
"The other three books are in the hands of Xuan Ye, Obai and Wu Sangui respectively."
Speaking of this, he couldn't help but have a look of ridicule on his face: "So, the Shenlong Sect has already collected half of them."
