Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Before dawn, Huayin County was noisy. People who practice martial arts got up early, and today they were unusual and they got up even earlier.

"Wang Daxia, two people have come to Quanzhen Sect, Wang Chongyang and Zhou Botong, Wang Chongyang has already gone up the mountain first, and the other four have already set off!"

In Guanlan Villa, Wang Xuebin was meditating and regulating his breathing. He heard the sound slowly opening his eyes, his eyes were crystal clear, as if there was divine light inside, and he nodded.

"I see"

After saying that, no movement was seen, he floated up from the cloud bed, stretched his body in the air, and landed lightly on the ground. To this day, his light skills have become a bit fairy-like.

"Then I'm going to go, too!"

After saying that, he flashed his head and disappeared into the courtyard. The hero who came to inform him was shocked when he saw this and hurriedly went out to ask the guards outside the door:

"Have you ever seen the King of Kings come out?"

People outside the door shook their heads, not understanding why.

The hero was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled with a self-deprecating smile:

"Haha... the eagle shakes the big tree, ridiculous and self-esteem..."

Wang Xuebin didn't know that his light skills had hit another warrior, and he was going up the mountain quickly.

He did not walk on the mountain road during this trip, but flew up along the cliff. The danger of Mount Hua was by no means a talk. The cliff was almost straight up and down. Wang Xuebin was surging in the middle of the speeding, and there was a surging emotion.

Wang Xuebin took a dangerous road, so he was the first to reach the top of the mountain when he set out.

At this time, there was no one on the top of the mountain, and the stars in the sky lit up the dark night sky.

"Zhenren Wang came so fast!"

Wang Xuebin stood behind his back with his hands, standing on the edge of the cliff, his clothes fluttering in the wind. He was wearing a black robe embroidered with silver auspicious clouds, which shone brightly under the stars.

Wang Chongyang stepped onto the top of the peak and saw a young man standing by the cliff, looking into the distance, dressed in fluttering clothes, as if he was about to return by the wind. He had a guess in his heart and bowed.

"You are Wang Guanlan?"

Wang Xuebin turned around and nodded, clasped his fists and bowed:

"Minister Wang is polite, and he is the contemporary leader of the Xia Fuyao lineage, Wang Guanlan!"

As he said that, he took out the folding fan from the sleeve tube, raised his hands flat, signaled, and then put it back into the sleeve tube, without saying anything else.

Wang Chongyang looked at the token of his master and asked in memory:

"I wonder if Senior Brother Liu and the others have been safe?"

Wang Xuebin said:

"All the master is fine. After he took off his position as the head sect, he traveled around. Now he has arrived at the Jingxiang land!"

Wang Chongyang nodded silently, and then talked about Wang Xuebin.

"You proposed the rules for this Huashan sword contest?"

Wang Xuebin nodded and said:

"This matter is related to the martial arts world. I have to be more careful. If you can't do anything, I hope Zhenren Wang will forgive me!"

Wang Chongyang was choked by Wang Xuebin, and he felt both angry and funny. He was so angry that he almost had a miscarriage after planning for a long time. What was funny was that his junior nephew was still young.

"Haha, Guanlan is intent. This matter is because I am not thinking well. Fortunately, Guanlan corrected it, so this did not cause a disaster.

If it is because of my idea that the Nine Yin Scriptures cannot be settled, then I will be really unforgivable."

Wang Chongyang didn’t care about the belonging of the Nine Yin Scriptures, he cared about the Quanzhen Taoist Orthodox!

In his opinion, Wang Xuebin's plan is very clever, but if he can beat the heroes and get the best in the world, then Wang Xuebin will not be able to stop the Quanzhen Sect from the Southern Transmission!

Just so happened that Wang Chongyang felt confident to win the best position in the world!

Wang Xuebin listened to Wang Chongyang's words and looked at his hidden complacency, feeling a little disappointed and sad.

Wang Xuebin didn't care about Quanzhen Sect at all. He didn't take any obstruction of missionary preaching and the best in the world, and he didn't take it seriously.

What he wants is the fire of prairie fire, and he wants the fire to burn everything he doesn't like. What he cares about is the nation, the country, and the world!

What if a mere Quanzhen Cult can let him preach?

Who is his enemy? Is it the imperial court? The Jin Kingdom? Or the Yuan Meng?

None of them!

It’s the system! It’s the idea!

What Wang Xuebin challenges is the feudal mountain that is pressing on the Chinese nation!

Never been alone, or a force!

Wang Xuebin looked at Wang Chongyang and shook his head, and said frankly:

"Wang Chongyang, you are no match for me. I don't know what you used to be, but now you are narrow-minded!

In your eyes, I am the head of Fuyao, but in my heart, I have never regarded myself as a martial arts world. Whether it is Fuyao or Quanzhen, it is just a sect.

What is the benefit of being with the people? What is the benefit of being with the country?

In your eyes, this Huashan Sword Contest is Taoist, and in my eyes, the world!"

As he spoke, the rising sun pierced the darkness, and the rising sun showed a dazzling light. This light scattered on Wang Xuebin's firm face, and it was extremely bright!

Wang Chongyang frowned when he heard this. He could feel the power in Wang Xuebin's words, but this kind of words sounded very harsh and he didn't like them.

At this time, four figures rushed towards the top of the peak.

"Haha! My beggar is the first one!"

Hong Qi jumped under his feet, and each step was about ten meters away. Behind him was the elegant Huang Yaoshi, Ouyang Feng and Duan Zhixing followed closely behind.

Hong Qifei got on the top of the peak. When he saw Wang Xuebin and Wang Chongyang, he clasped his fists and greeted him, then looked back at Huang Yaoshi and said:

"Haha, I'm still better at betting on the beggars and reach the top first."

Huang Yaoshi ignored him and looked at Wang Xuebin and asked curiously:

"When did Guanlan climb the mountain?"

Wang Xuebin pointed to the cliff and said:

"Let's set out with you, take a quick look, and luckily get to the next step!"

Others, including Wang Chongyang, all looked solemn. They looked up at the steep and dangerous peaks and felt incredible.

Just this sentence made everyone lose their nature of talking and silently wonder whether they could climb a mountain from the cliff.

"Don't waste time, adjust your breathing as soon as possible. When the breathing is finished, we can have a happy exchange!"

When Wang Xuebin saw them, he was stunned and reminded him.

Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qi remembered the serious matter and sat down to adjust their breathing and adjust their state. Seeing that they were relieved to adjust their breathing, Duan Zhixing hesitated and sat down.

Ouyang Feng was worried and found a corner alone to mobilize his internal energy. Only Wang Chongyang stood there without the intention of regulating his breath.

Wang Xuebin looked at him and asked:

"Wang Zhenren won't adjust it?"

Wang Chongyang stroked his beard and said:

"My innate skills are always practiced, and walking, sitting and lying are all about practicing. However, Guanlan, you will definitely suffer a lot from going up from the cliff, so you need to take some rest?"

Wang Xuebin smiled, turned around and looked at Chaoyang and said:

"No, wouldn't it be a pity if I missed such a rising sun because of breathing adjustment?"

"The red sun is rising, and the way is bright!"

Wang Chongyang looked at Wang Xuebin and became more cautious in his heart. This person should never be underestimated!

Soon after, the others finished breathing, stood up and confronted each other.

The atmosphere gradually became solemn.

Wang Xuebin looked at the five people and said with a chuckling:

"Sword Contest in Huashan? Let's start!"