Wang Xiang staggered back to the main hall, stood in front of the door of the main hall, and shouted to everyone in the hall: "Stop, you bandits, do you really want to destroy the True Martial Arts?

Everyone was shocked, raised their heads and looked at Wang Xiang, as if they had seen a monster.

The inner disciple who punched Wang Xiang away before quickly came to his senses, sneered and approached Wang Xiang and said, "Yo, I can't see it, you really want to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf, right? That's okay, I'll fulfill you." ”

As he spoke, the disciple rushed towards Wang Xiang with an arrow step, and clenched his fists to display a domineering martial art, with a hideous face as if he wanted to kill Wang Xiang directly.

In the face of the danger that was close at hand, Wang Xiang, who was usually cowardly, was not afraid, plucked up the courage to stand in front of the door of the hall, and used the basic exercises of the True Martial Arts, gathering all the not rich aura in his body into his own hands, and pushing out his fists facing the inner disciple with both palms.

Seeing a miscellaneous disciple who actually wanted to confront his fist head-on, the corners of the inner disciple's mouth rose slightly, and a disdainful and playful smile appeared on his face.

The inner disciple had already made up his mind in his heart that this punch would definitely kill the miscellaneous disciple in front of him.

The inner disciple roared fiercely, his fists exuding an oppressive momentum, like a fierce beast out of the cage, which can be said to be full of ferocity, and he wanted to tear Wang Xiang to pieces directly.

On the other hand, although Wang Xiang's momentum was much weaker, as the inner disciples continued to approach, Wang Xiang gradually calmed down.

At this time, Wang Xiang recalled the guidance of the viewer to him: "The so-called natural way of playing, the more deliberately pursued, there is often no way to truly understand the true meaning of the exercises and moves, the so-called moves have no strength or weakness, the realm has high and low, and the real strong can turn decay into magic." ”

The people in the Zhenwu Hall had almost no interest in watching. In their opinion, the inner disciple used the True Martial Arts' peerless White Tiger Sunrise Fist, which was an extremely domineering move.

And what Wang Xiang used was just the most ordinary introductory move, and it was simply not on the same level, and no one would think that Wang Xiang could block this punch.

Therefore, when the inner disciple punched, all the other people in the main hall continued to search, looking for the treasure of the True Martial Arts, the True Martial Sword.

The moment the fists and palms intersected, Wang Xiang felt a terrifying force, bombarding his palm, and he felt that his arm was about to break. That kind of domineering power couldn't be withstood by himself, but suddenly a warm current came from his body.

The warm current instantly converged on his arms, and rushed along the arms into his palms, simply canceling out the power of the opponent's fists.

At the same time, the next moment, a warm current erupted from Wang Xiang's palm and directly hit the fist of the inner disciple.

"Ah......" A miserable scream resounded through the Zhenwu Hall, and the inner disciples were like kites with broken strings, and the whole person flew out upside down and fell into the Zhenwu Hall.

The loud "boom" woke everyone up, and the people who were still rummaging through it. All of them looked at the door of the main hall in disbelief, and saw Wang Xiang's body rising with mist, and his whole face turned red, but his breath did not weaken in the slightest. On the contrary, it seems to be unusually strong.

When the people in the main hall didn't know what to do, suddenly a voice sounded behind Wang Xiang: "Are you looking for this thing again?"

Hearing the sound behind Wang Xiang, whether it was Wang Xiang or everyone in the Zhenwu Hall, their eyes widened. All of them were covered with shock.

Wang Xiang turned around a little excitedly, and saw the familiar figure standing behind him, his gray robe rising without wind. It still looks so light and light, like an old fairy who is free and natural, and at the same time gives people an unattainable sense of oppression.

Without any hesitation, Wang Xiang directly knelt down and saluted the people behind him: "Disciple Wang Xiang pays homage to the Lord." ”

The gray-robed old man retracted his gaze, lowered his head to look at Wang Xiang, and kindly stretched out his hand to help Wang Xiang up: "No need to be polite, you have done a good job during this time, from today onwards, you will be my closed disciple." ”

Wang Xiang really didn't expect that the Guan Master would accept himself as a disciple just after he returned, which really made Wang Xiang so excited that he even forgot what happened before, and quickly kowtowed to the gray-robed old Taoist: "Disciple Wang Xiang, meet, meet Master." ”

The gray-robed old Taoist stood there to accept Wang Xiang's kneeling, and then his eyes suddenly became cold, swept over everyone in the hall, and said coldly: "Apprentice, wait for the master to dispose of these dregs first." ”

As he spoke, the gray-robed old man threw out the sword in his hand, pointed to the sword suspended in the main hall, and said, "Don't you want it? ”

In an instant, the sword bloomed with tens of thousands of sword qi, instantly slicing everyone in the entire True Martial Hall into pieces, and those who came to hunt for the treasure didn't even have time to say a word of begging for mercy.

Looking at the Zhenwu Hall that had been bleeding like a river in the blink of an eye, Wang Xiang really felt a little frightened.

However, the gray-robed old Taoist patted him on the shoulder and said: "Don't feel cruel to the teacher, treat these guys who fall into the well, you must not be merciful, you must remember that being merciful to the enemy is the greatest cruelty to yourself, so you must be decisive in the future." ”

Wang Xiang didn't seem to understand, although he nodded and agreed, but in Wang Xiang's heart, he still didn't want to kill like the gray-robed old man.

When the gray-robed old Taoist returned, he did not revive the True Martial Arts, but opened several secret places of the True Martial Arts, and took out all the things that the True Martial Arts Temple had accumulated over the years.

He used some divine pills to transform Wang Xiang's body, and at the same time gave Wang Xiang a few days to consolidate his cultivation, while he continued to search for various treasures throughout Tiangu Peak.

About three days later, Wang Xiang, who had already consolidated his cultivation, saw the gray-robed old Taoist again.

The gray-robed old Taoist directly banned the entire True Martial Arts Temple, and then led Wang Xiang to leave the True Martial Arts Temple, and walked straight away.

Sitting in the clouds where the gray-robed old Dao had manifested, Wang Xiang asked with some confusion: "Master, where are we going?"

The gray-robed old man said indifferently: "Don't want those mundane things, when you give them up, you must give them up decisively, if you want to become a real strong, you must first learn how to give up." ”

Subsequently, the gray-robed old Taoist said to Wang Xiang again: "The Sand Sea Empire is about to recover, we are going to the countries of the Western Regions, enter the Western Regions in advance for layout, and prepare to cooperate with those immortal chiefs of the Immortal Realm to come, and cooperate with those guys in the Buddha Kingdom to attack the Sand Sea." ”

Wang Xiang was shocked when he heard this, in the past three days, in addition to consolidating his cultivation, Wang Xiang had also received a lot of memories from the gray-robed veteran, and learned some secrets that he was not qualified to touch before.

He knew very well the strength of the Shahai Empire in the mouth of the gray-robed old dao, and he also knew very well that the gray-robed old dao even lost the Zhenwuguan Mountain Gate this time, in order to recover what he had lost after the defeat in the first battle of Tianjiang, it can be said that the gray-robed old dao was already a desperate gamble.

The gray-robed old man looked down at Wang Xiang, and sighed a little helplessly: "Hey, it's a pity that there is no more time, and I can't teach you more." ”

As he spoke, the gray-robed old Taoist turned over his hand and took the True Martial Sword in his hand, then handed it to Wang Xiang and said: "This sword is a treasure, now I will give it to you, if I am unfortunately killed this time, I hope you can continue to revitalize the True Martial Arts Concept with this sword." ”

Wang Xiang held the real martial sword in both hands, but he didn't know what to say, and the next moment the gray-robed old dao took a cloud, carrying Wang Xiang and flying downward.

Wang Xiang was really surprised when he saw this, and hurriedly shouted: "Master, Master, Wang Xiang wants to go with you, and I hope that Master will be fulfilled, Master, Master......"

The gray-robed old man waved his hand and sighed: "Idiot, live well, go, go......"

Wang Xiang watched the gray-robed old man walk away from the clouds, and he had no choice but to fall into the mountains below.

After dealing with the inheritance of the True Martial Arts, the gray-robed old Taoist stood in the air and looked at the west, his eyes revealing a strong killing intent, and he whispered to himself: "Lucius, this time I will definitely fight with you endlessly." (To be continued......)