Wandering the Immortals and Martial Heavens

After Ren Woxing heard Jing Zhou's name, his expression darkened obviously.

After hearing Xiang Wentian say that Jingzhou and Wulin Zhengdao died together, the frowning brows disappeared.

"That's right, Mr. Xie Xie's swordsmanship is very clever. Even this old man has to admit that that kid is a master!"

In the past, Ren Woxing never admired anyone, but for Dongfang Bubai and Jing Zhou, he still admired him from the bottom of his heart.

Even at his own age, if his martial arts are compared to that of the evil master, he is nothing!

In this big Jianghu, the only ones who can surpass him in martial arts are Dongfang Bubai and Young Master Bixie.

Even Shaolin's Fang Zheng and Wudang's Chongxu, at best, would be invincible against him.

Others, other people are just a group of ants, even the heads of the various sects are just bigger ants, only Zuo Lengchan of the Songshan School can make him look high.

Xiang Wentian said: "The leader has also seen the sword skills of the evil master?"

After a long time, Ren Woxing sighed, and said: "Unfortunately, this kid was killed by someone in the righteous way! That kid surnamed Jing, I fought against him, even if it is me, I can't do anything to him."

What Ren Woxing said was extremely clever, he didn't say that he was inferior to Jing Zhou, he just said that he couldn't do anything to him, let Xiang Wentian and Linghu Chong listen, as if they felt that their martial arts were similar, and no one could do anything to the other.

"Such people are still besieged to death, so, Brother Linghu, what do you think of my divine religion? You join my divine religion, and after you kill Dongfang Bubai, I will grant you the position of elder, and treat me After death, the position of the leader is not impossible."

Following these words, Ren Woxing began to win Linghu Chong over.

If Linghu Chong could be used by him, then his chances of killing Dongfang Bubai would be a little higher.

"Master Ren, this is absolutely impossible. I am from Huashan, how can I join your religion?"

Hearing Ren Woxing's solicitation, Linghu Chong hastily waved his hands and refused.

At this time, because of Jingzhou's accident, Yue Buqun has not yet obtained the evil sword technique, and Linghu Chong has not been expelled from the Huashan School.

If there is no accident, Yue Buqun will pass on the position of head to him in the end.

Although he could sit and drink and eat meat with members of the Demon Cult, he would never dare to ask him to join the Sun Moon God Sect.

Perhaps some people think that Linghu Chong is pedantic, but the words of respecting the teacher and respecting the teaching seem to have been engraved in his bones.

If it wasn't for Zhongyue Buqun killing his wife and disciples in the original book, which made Linghu Chong give up his heart, how could he break away from the Huashan sect.

Yue Buqun raised him for more than 20 years, he was both a teacher and a father.

"Brother Linghu is so handsome, isn't it just a lack of talent in Huashan? Only Yue Buqun, a hypocrite. Besides, how does Huashan sect compare to my god sect?"

Before I could finish my jargon, I was interrupted by Linghu Chong.

"Master Ren, my master is a gentleman sword, a respected figure in the Jianghu. Although his martial arts are not as good as yours, you are not allowed to insult my master."

"Haha, brother Linghu, are you trying to make gestures? It seems that the old man has been out of the world for more than 20 years, and his name has almost been forgotten."

"If Master Ren insults our Huashan faction again, he will risk his life, and Linghu Chong will also ask Master Ren for advice."

"Hahaha, Brother Linghu is indeed a hero."

Seeing that Linghu Chong was so resolute, Ren Woxing didn't provoke him anymore.

At this time, Xiang Wentian hurried out to smooth things over, and said, "Brother Linghu, the leader was joking with you just now. The leader always likes you for a talent like you."

Hearing Xiang Wentian's words, Linghu Chong's expression softened.

"However, Brother Linghu, I heard that this Yue Buqun has a jewel in his palm, but it's only two years old, and it looks like the lotus that emerges from the water. Brother Xiang, tell me, if such a person who emerges from the water gets sick one day, What a pity to die so early."

"What the leader said is that this person may become ill one day and cannot be cured."

Ren Woxing has been in the rivers and lakes for so long, there are many ways to do it, since he has taken a fancy to Linghu Chong, there is absolutely no possibility of letting him go.If you can't be tough, let's be soft. To control Linghu Chong, he has many ways.

"You, you, you can't hurt my junior sister!" Linghu Chong couldn't calm down after hearing Ren Woxing's words.

It turned out that after Yue Lingshan learned of Jing Zhou's death, she lost all hope of living, and was depressed all day long. Linghuzhong saw it and was worried.

If she is being tricked by me, then little junior sister An can survive!

Hearing Ren Woxing's threatening words at this moment, he felt so powerless for the first time.

The junior junior sister is his soft helper.

Seeing that Linghu Chong seemed to give in, Ren Woxing went on to say, "If Brother Linghu doesn't want to join my God Sect now, I won't force him, but I still hope that Brother Linghu can help me kill that dog thief Dongfang Bubai." .From now on, my divine religion will definitely not disturb Brother Linghu and Junior Sister Ling, how good is that?"

Linghu Chong breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he was not forced to join the Sun Moon God Sect, but just helping Ren Woxing to kill Dongfang Bubai, he took a deep breath and said: "I hope the leader Ren will keep his word, otherwise, I will fight With your name, you have to compete with Master Ren."

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"There is an end to this swordsmanship. If you practice swords but don't practice kung fu, it will be nothing when you grow old."

After killing Feng Qingyang, Jing Zhou sat in the cave for a long time. At this moment, he felt that the way of swordsmanship seemed to have come to an end.

At the end of the practice, the moves are nothing more than chopping, picking, stabbing, and chopping.

Unless, he can practice sword intent and sword momentum.

But these two mysterious things Jing Zhou had seen in Gao Wu's novels in his previous life. These things are laughing proudly at the world, so I'm afraid they don't exist.

At this time, it seems that there is only one way before Jing Zhou, and that is to find a book of exercises that directly reach the innate realm or even a higher realm, and then make himself enter the innate realm.

Not a congenital person, always standing at the bottom of this martial arts, it is difficult to get a glimpse of the profound meaning of martial arts.

The harvest of Jingzhou from this trip to Huashan is neither big nor small.

Although his skill has not improved by an inch, he has a little more insight into how to draw a sword.

Another is to learn the toxicity of the blood jade centipede.

This centipede is very poisonous, even Feng Qingyang, an acquired master of Dzogchen, would not be immune to the poison.

Other people with weak internal energy may not survive for a while after being exposed to this poison.

Since there was no secret to the sword technique in Siguoya Mountain Cave, Jing Zhou tidied up and went down the mountain.

Feeling that there was a lot of dust on his body, Jing Zhou waved his hand and flicked away most of the dust.

"The dust on this body is really uncomfortable, and I don't know how those people who walk in the rivers and lakes in white clothes avoid this dirt."

He needs to find a place to wash up now, even though he is very powerful, he still can't be spotless.

After staying on Siguo Cliff for more than a day, and fighting with Feng Qingyang, the purple clothes on his body are no longer as bright as before.

After getting off Mount Hua, Jing Zhou found a rather sizable inn in a nearby city.

"Xiao Er, one of the better rooms, and boil some hot water, send it to my room."

After finishing speaking, Jing Zhou took out a piece of silver from his waist and threw it to the waiter.

"Okay, guest officer, please wait a moment, I will take you upstairs first."

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