Unlike ordinary cultivators who judge heroes based on their level of cultivation, Wang Chen appreciates dedicated people more.
Just like Xiao Yao focused on taking out the ring, he felt that although Chen Shushu was not very good at practicing, he was very professional and had a future.
Unfortunately, Xu Gang, who was kicked out for no apparent reason, didn't think so.
"You're dead!"
"You're dead!"
Xu Gang stood up, his hand trembling as he pointed at Wang Chen.
He was still wearing the elegant and luxurious Mortal robes, and a red rope hanging from his waist was quite eye-catching.
If you don't look at his back that was stained with mud because he was kicked out, his clothing image at the moment is pretty good.
Unfortunately, there was a red and black shoe mark on his face, and the bridge of his nose was collapsed. The nosebleeds were mixed with the blood from the broken lips. Combined with his angry and furious expression at the moment, it was very ugly.
With a "buzz" sound, the Han Iron Flying Sword shook and floated into the sky. Xu Gang's fingers pinched the sword secrets, and the flying sword rolled up the blue water curtain and thrust towards Wang Yu, erupting with the sound of waves.
"Huh?" Wang Chen was a little surprised.
His first impression of Xu Gang was that he was very noisy and a villain. Usually practitioners with this kind of character are not very strong.
However, the complexity and profoundness of Xu Gang's sword technique actually exceeded the advanced techniques that ordinary casual cultivators can easily obtain.
For example, the complexity of the Ice Soul Sword is obviously not as complicated as this sword technique.
In other words, Xu Gang's sword art is not like a sword art that casual cultivators can practice, and the changes in it are definitely hard to guard against.
"The world is so big, there are many people who get opportunities." Wang Chen sighed, and then casually took out the broken flying sword in Xu Gang's eyes.
The sound of the dense air exploding came to mind at the same time, the cold air entangled and climbed, and in an instant the Qinggang sword condensed into a snow-white fairy sword, and then Wang Chen swung his sword and randomly drew a semicircle in the air.
boom!
A ball of snow-white and terrifying cold air suddenly erupted, and his random movements turned into a violent visual impact.
Xu Gang's cold iron flying sword was instantly frozen in the air and fell down without any reaction.
Feeling that the connection with Feijian was cut off, Xu Gang couldn't believe his eyes.
What kind of terrifying cold is this?
What a terrible trick this is.
What the hell kind of rogue cultivator is this?!
He once asked for advice and discussion from monks from the sect who were in the same realm of air control. Even though he was defeated, it had never been like this before. His flying sword fell down like a fly that was randomly swatted to death.
"Is this casual cultivator in front of me already powerful enough to rival the seventh-level Qi Condensation cultivator of the sect?"
With his eyes wide open, Xu Gang took two steps back, his hands trembling.
Wang Chen didn't look at him, but raised his head and looked at the sky.
He felt a strange aura suddenly appear in his consciousness, and the direction was exactly this way.
The sound of the sword roar came in the blink of an eye. A cultivator, wearing a hero's scarf, handsome in appearance, with eyes like stars, stood proudly on a blue flying sword, looking down with cold eyes.
"It's over. Just now Xu Gang said he wanted to introduce me to a great master of the sect. It should be this person. Judging from his clothes, he should be from the nearby Thirty-three Sect Xiaogu Valley. This man is young, but he has the eighth level of Qi Condensation.
With his cultivation and extraordinary temperament, he is probably the best among the younger generation of disciples in Xiaohe River Valley."
Chen Shushu was like a rabbit being stared at by an eagle, not daring to move, but a spiritual thought came to him calmly.
Then he remembered the way Wang Chen vented his anger for him just now, and an inexplicable surge of pride surged in his chest. At worst, they would die together, and he couldn't help but puff up his chest.
As soon as Xu Gang saw the visitor, a kind of ecstasy of having survived a disaster appeared on his face. He rushed over and nodded and said: "Brother Wu Mo, please kill them out of my filial piety to you all these years."
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"Hey, you and I are just friends, how can we talk about filial piety."
Wu Mo shook his head lightly, then stepped down on the flying sword with his hands behind his back, but said nothing.
Xu Gang knew Wu Mo very well and knew that he had not impressed Wu Mo, so he quickly said:
"Yes, yes, last time you said you wanted to have a private meeting with the little princess of Shen Kingdom, the emperor has agreed. Next time, I welcome you to visit Shen Kingdom. I guarantee your satisfaction."
"Hey." Wu Mo waved his hand and said, "The little princess of Fan Country is devoted to cultivation. I just have a fate with her, so why talk about a private meeting?"
"Recently, I was lucky enough to get some spiritual stones in the Kingdom of Shen. I want to honor my elder brother." Xu Gang handed over another storage ring.
"We've all said that friends should treat each other with courtesy, so why talk about filial piety." Wu Mo put the ring away as if nothing had happened and nodded slightly.
Suddenly, Xu Gang's face suddenly turned into joy as he gave away the storage ring in pain.
He widened his eyes, pointed at Wu Mo and said: "This is Brother Wu Mo, the genius of the younger generation in Xiaohe River Valley, one of the hundred sects in the world of cultivation.
Of course, you may not know what it means to be a genius among the hundreds of sects, but as long as you know, he can crush you to death like an ant with just one finger!"
Chen Shushu had been watching Wu Mo's face. His face turned a little pale when he heard Xu Gang talk more and more openly, even the princess of the mortal country was involved.
Although it is not uncommon for cultivators to bully ordinary people, for most large sects that cherish their wings, this is taboo. If word spreads in the cultivating world, the small valley will definitely clean up the sect.
Now Wu Mo looked as if nothing had happened, making it clear that he did not want to be left alive.
"Hey. Those are just false names, just like the floating clouds in the sky."
Wu Mo smiled and waved his hand to interrupt Xu Gang's flattery and sighed: "We are all cultivators and fellow Taoists. How could there be such a big hatred?"
Then he nodded and said inexplicably: "Three years ago, in the mountains eight thousand miles away, there was a village called Xiaowang Village."
Chen Shushu was stunned. He was an encyclopedia and had never heard of Xiaowang Village. He was even more confused as to why Wu Mo suddenly said such inexplicable words.
"One day I hunted down the evil cultivator Blood Bee..."
"We chased him for a total of one hundred and eight thousand miles."
"The belly is empty and the intestines are hungry."
"It was the simple people in Xiaowang Village who gave me a bowl of meat porridge. It was extremely delicious, far better than the elixir of fairy grass. From then on, I vowed that in this life, I will protect Xiaowang Village and the simple smile here.
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Wu Mo spoke with emotion, looked up at the sky, and said slowly: "But just three years ago, Xiaowang Village was massacred. From the 80-year-old man to the 8-month-old baby, no one was spared. The murderer destroyed them all in a fire.
The village burned to ashes. From then on, I embarked on the road to chase the murderer. Whenever I close my eyes, the voices and smiles of everyone in Xiaowang Village will appear in front of my eyes, those pairs of pure eyes and simple smiles.
, can make my soul sublimated."
"Finally, all the hard work paid off. I finally found out that the perpetrators were two casual cultivators. It's you two."
Wang Chen's head had tilted to one side, and he let out a speechless sigh.
"Guard those pure eyes and simple smile..."
If you want to kill someone, you have to find so many high-sounding excuses. The culture of cultivating the world is really strange.
He originally thought that the reason why the villagers of Huangpo Village were not interested in the poems and songs he had copied, but were fond of limericks and square dance repertoire, was because Huangpo Village was located in a remote place and had a low level of civilization.
Later, he gradually understood that the cultivation world advocated martial arts, and the development of culture other than cultivation was extremely lagging behind.
Even running wildly on the wrong road.
In other words, there is quite a tendency to kill Matt Wenqing.
Wu Mo's pretentious behavior just now appears to be personable and upright as a gentleman in front of most cultivators.
For example, Chen Shushu was stunned by the other party's impeccable excuse.
Wang Chen secretly felt a little funny. These scenes of killing horses are really something that I never get tired of.