Chapter 1405 Yi Shengfeng

Dragon Tiger is indeed a super-grade Taoist secretly passed down by the old Yang royal family, and it can definitely play a role in determining the world. In this battle, the outcome of the battle was decided at the right time.

But Jiang Wang knew very well that he had actually lost to Ning Jianke in the swordsmanship duel.

It is true that his current path is not clear enough, nor complete enough. Just Xinzilou's Taoist Sword is not his strongest swordsmanship. He believed it too. The mountain-shattering sword that he could strike by combining the power of the five supernatural powers while in the state of the Sword Immortal was not something Ning Swordsman could handle.

However, this is how it behaved in the battle.

He intended to end the battle with swordsmanship, but he lost by more than one margin in the swordsmanship duel.

He thought that he had attached great importance to Ning Jianke, but he still ignored Ning Jianke's swordsmanship because of his overwhelming advantage at the inner government level.

This sounded a loud alarm bell for him.

Jiang Wang is not the only one in this world who is working hard, nor is he the only one who can make progress.

It is not uncommon for a person like Ning Jianke, who is extremely talented and has a profound background, to make rapid progress under the loving guidance of a strong man in the sect.

Jiang Wang sheathed his sword, extinguished the light of the Five Palaces, and praised sincerely: "That sword strike you just made was so unpredictable!"

Ning Jianke's expression was very calm, or maybe this was a fabricated, mediocre face that was not suitable for any expression.

In short, she just pursed her lips: "But I still lost."

"You win when it comes to swordsmanship, but I win when it comes to life and death." Jiang Wang said frankly: "We can call it a draw this time."

Ning Jianke's eyes softened obviously. After all, she had been in seclusion for so long and studied sword moves so hard. A large part of the reason was the huge pressure placed on her by the opponent in front of her. It can be said that Jiang Wang's evaluation, to a certain extent, recognized her efforts.

She said modestly: "Actually..."

She wanted to say humbly, in fact, I took advantage of my mentor, your sword of the path is very clear, how powerful it is...

But as soon as he said the word "actually", he heard this guy say: "But it won't be possible next time."

Jiang Wang looked at Swordsman Ning with confidence: "Next time if your swordsmanship doesn't improve much, I can defeat you with just swordsmanship!"

"Oh, really?" Ning Jianke gritted his teeth and said, "Then we'll see!"

"Then since it's a draw this time..." Jiang Wang calculated the calculation seriously: "One use of the fourth-grade sword discussion platform consumes 200 power points. I will take the initiative to admit defeat later. You can transfer 100 power points to me when you return. That’s it. My name in Taixu Illusion is Dugu Wudi, don’t forget it.”

"No."

"Don't be polite to me. It's just a hundred points of skill. I really admire your swordsmanship! Hey! Why are you leaving?"

Ning Jianke had voluntarily admitted defeat and left the sword discussion stage.

Jiang Wang stood there, feeling baffled.

He felt that he had been very generous.

Because according to the rules of the Taixu Illusion Realm, he was the one who won without any effort. Now he is willing to share half of the cost of using the sword discussion platform, so what else?

Ning Jianke's swordsmanship is very good, and his fighting toughness is also very good, but his temper is really difficult to evaluate... Maybe this is the quirk of the genius!

Returning to the blessed land space, Jiang Wang silently took inventory of his own skills and calculated how much more he needed to continue to sublimate his existing skills. By the way, he replied to Zuo Guangshu a few letters and agreed on a time to go to Chu State.

To his surprise, he once again received a letter from Ning Jianke——

"What's your current ranking in Wailou Realm?"

Jiang Wang told the truth: "I haven't played much, and I haven't made it into the top 100 yet."

"You shouldn't have lost before?"

"Never lost."

"You can allocate more time to the sword discussion platform. I'm looking forward to your performance at full strength, and I'm really looking forward to your fight with the current number one in Taixu Wailou."

Jiang Wang became interested: "Is that person very strong?"

"Very scary."

"Do you think that person is stronger than me at my peak?" Jiang Wang asked.

Ning Jianke wrote back: "I can't judge your victory or defeat...but I have also fought against him. From my own experience, the sense of oppression he brings is indeed stronger than yours."

Jiang Wang found it even more interesting.

He defeated Jing Guo's Chen Suan head-on on the Xingyue Plains battlefield. Although that sword borrowed the power of Yuheng Xingjun, it was also a fact that it made all Jingguo's geniuses bow their eyebrows on the battlefield.

Several months have passed since then.

With the speed of his progress, he is getting stronger day by day.

These Ning Jianke couldn't help but know.

The fight between him and Ning Jianke just now was far from showing peak combat power. Ning Jianke wouldn't be unaware of this either.

But she still felt that the current number one in Taixu Wailou would be stronger than Jiang Wang.

And this person is definitely not Zhong Xuanzun or Dou Zhao, nor is he any of the famous Wailou geniuses on Guanhetai. Otherwise, Ning Jianke would not have such a mysterious tone.

"What is this person's background?" Jiang Wang asked curiously.

Not long after, Ning Jianke's letter flew back: "His name is Yi Shengfeng. He is called by this name both in the Taixu Illusion Realm and outside the Taixu Illusion Realm. He is a master disciple of Nandou Hall. A few days ago, Nandou Hall came to my sword pavilion to inquire about swords. I've fought against him...I really can't match him."

Nandou Hall and Jiange are both major sects in the Southern Region.

Of course, with the size of the Southern Region, there are definitely more than just these two major sects. There are also the Sanxing Palace in the southeastern border area, the Xumi Mountain in the southwest border area, as well as the Longmen Academy, the Mugu Academy, the Xuehe Sect, etc. ...

In the entire world, the Southern Region should have the most top sects, and there are many historical factors.

But for Jiang Wang, what Nandou Hall and what Jian Ge are not important.

The key is the name written in the letter.

He remembers that name.

A long, long time ago.

So long ago that he almost thought he had forgotten it.

In his childhood, there was a childhood friend who often fought with him with a wooden sword.

It is not an exaggeration to say that they grew up wearing the same pants, and when the immortal fate came, he was pushed into the water by that person and almost drowned.

That person's name...

It was Yi Shengfeng.

Unexpectedly, I heard this name again at this time and in this situation.

Of course, he expected that when he became famous in the world, that person would also hear his reputation in a corner of the world.

He knew that person's character would never give in or shrink back. He knew that as long as they were on the long journey of cultivation, they would meet one day.

But he did not expect that day to come so soon.

The construction and expansion of Taixu Fantasy Realm greatly strengthened the communication among practitioners in the world, accelerated the collision of various geniuses, and easily crossed the long distances between the various domains in the world.

That person seemed to have grown into a very powerful existence...

Jiang Wang closed his eyes and felt as if he was trapped in the water. The feeling of suffocation had never faded. It turned out that he had never forgotten... How could he forget? !

The light and shadow of the white-haired monk flying away with a sword appeared again in front of him. In the rippling water, it was so cold and resolute.

It's been a long time since I last saw this old dream.

Ning Jianke, who was far away in Jiange, waited for a long time, but never waited for Jiang Wang's reply.

I couldn't help but send another message: "Do you know him?"

Jiang Wang opened his eyes, spread out the letter, and replied seriously: "I will know him."

Every word is like a sword.

The sharp edge is exposed.

……

……

"Are you leaving today?" Ye Qingyu asked.

"Yes, I should have gone a long time ago." Jiang Wang sat properly, looking at his sister who was playing with Chunhui not far away, and sighed: "This paradise is not a place where ordinary people can stay for a long time."

Ye Qingyu said softly: "Who in the world is not an ordinary person?"

Jiang Wang was silent for a moment, and said: "I have a lot of things to worry about."

Ye Qingyu did not try to comfort him, but said: "It's a pity. I am still not proficient in the Taoist magic you taught."

"The Eight-tone Flame Bird is a bit complicated and not so easy to master." Jiang Wang said in a gentle voice: "If you don't understand anything later, just write to me and I will reply in time."

"Okay." Ye Qingyu smiled in response.

"Brother!" Jiang Anan ran over with short legs.

Chun Hui followed closely behind with even shorter legs.

Jiang Wang smiled and looked at his sister tenderly, only to see her running closer with her hands behind her back.

"Have you finished talking about Taoism with Sister Qingyu?"

"Why?" Jiang Wang smiled and said, "You want to learn too? You can't learn it in the Youmai Realm."

He wanted to take the opportunity to talk about some big truths and inspire his sister to practice hard.

Jiang Anan had already shaken his head decisively: "No, no. I have learned a lot every day!"

Chun Hui also shook his head vigorously, shaking his hair constantly.

Jiang Wang said with some amusement: "Then why do you care about this?"

Jiang Anan walked to Jiang Wang with her hands behind her back, fell forward directly, and buried her head in his chest. She said in a muffled voice: "Then you are leaving today."

It turned out that she didn't forget it because she was playing with Chun Hui, but she was very sensible and didn't want to affect Jiang Wang and Ye Qingyu's practice of Taoism.

This made Ye Qingyu next to him a little embarrassed.

Jiang Wang rubbed her little head and said softly, "Brother is not not coming back. You practice well in Lingxiao Pavilion, and brother will come back to see you when he is free."

Jiang Anan raised her head and looked up at her brother: "Brother."

Jiang Wang lowered his head and looked at her gently: "I am here."

Jiang Anan put her hands behind her back and moved them in front of her. Her two little hands slowly opened in front of Jiang Wang, and a green jade belt was held in her hands.

She held the jade belt with a smile and said crisply, "Happy birthday in advance!"

Jiang Wang was stunned for a moment before he remembered that the upcoming January 28th was his birthday.

He almost forgot.

But Jiang Anan, who is seven years old this year, remembers it.

Jiang Wang smiled and stood up, took off the belt of Ruyi Xianyi, and carefully wrapped the belt given by his sister. He looked down and looked around, very satisfied: "My sister has a good taste!"

"Hehe." Jiang Anan said proudly: "I didn't buy it with your money."

Of course, Jiang Wang would give his sister some pocket money every time, but Jiang Anan himself had long been able to run errands for his senior brothers and sisters to "earn money", and his own pocket money was very full.

"I like it so much!"

Jiang Wang patted the jade belt and couldn't let it go.

Jiang Anan smiled brightly.

Stupid Gray was spinning on the ground alone, spinning very happily, and I don't know why.

Ye Qingyu looked at them with a smile.

This is an ordinary day, and it is also a beautiful place in the world.

……

……

Two beauties, one big and one small, and a stupid dog, bid farewell to Jiang Wang in a fluttering green shirt.

Watching him walk away and gradually disappear into the horizon.

This kind of farewell has been experienced many times. Although Jiang Anan is still reluctant, she will not cry anymore... After all, she is already a seven-year-old Youmai realm cultivator!

Ye Qingyu held Jiang Anan's little hand and walked back. Chunhui jumped left and right with all his strength, showing no nostalgia for its original owner.

"Sister Qingyu." Jiang Anan asked curiously: "Is the Taoism my brother teaches difficult?"

"It's okay." Ye Qingyu said in a relaxed tone.

With a flick of the index finger, a cloud suddenly exploded, exploding into countless cloud-white birds, chirping.

The sound gradually unified and played a beautiful music-

Ding ding dong dong...

Bang bang dang dang...

The music was very moving, and the skylark was very beautiful.

It was a Taoism, the eight-tone skylark!

"So beautiful!" Jiang Anan exclaimed.

The stupid gray barked, baring its teeth, looking very angry, probably thinking that the skylarks were quarreling with it.

"That's not right." Jiang Anan suddenly reacted and tilted her head to look at Ye Qingyu: "You know it now, don't you? Why do you always need my brother to teach you?"

Ye Qingyu dispersed the skylarks expressionlessly and said in a calm voice: "I'm not very proficient, so I need to learn and practice more."

He looked down at Jiang Anan again: "This is how cultivation is. You can't be lazy just because you know it... So have you practiced your calligraphy?"

Jiang Anan took a breath and suddenly said in surprise: "Uncle Ye!"

"It's useless to call anyone." Ye Qingyu held her little hand tightly and was about to take her to the "execution ground" in person. He glanced forward and actually saw his old father.

I saw Master Ye with a green hairpin and white clothes, looking like an immortal...

crouching in front of an ox cart.

The old ox pulling the cart was boring.

The cart was full of books.

"What are you doing?" Ye Qingyu looked puzzled.

"Taoism." Ye Lingxiao stood up and patted the books behind him casually: "Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder... whatever you want, we have it! They are all top-notch, enough for you to learn for ten or eight years. If you don't like this Taoist magic, I have prepared another one for you. Don't learn it blindly from random people, you don't know if they understand it!"

Jiang Anan hid behind Ye Qingyu without leaving a trace. So many Taoist magics are too scary. If you have to learn them all, you have to learn them until you are eight years old, right? Where is the time to play?

Ye Qingyu frowned: "You eavesdropped on us again?"

Ye Lingxiao smiled casually: "No. I just happened to consider your accumulation of Taoist skills..."

Ye Qingyu pulled Jiang Anan in front of him: "Anan is right next to you. In front of the child, you should be honest!"

"Steal? You are so ugly!" Ye Lingxiao suddenly jumped up, looking very angry: "You stole the fish again!"

He disappeared as soon as he pulled away, leaving only a faint cloud shadow...

and a pile of Taoist books.