Wandering the Heavens: Becoming a Killer

The crowd looked at each other, and the Grandmaster who had just stepped onto the stage was a little embarrassed.

Wang Lun turned his head and looked at the man with disdain in his eyes. He was a bald strong man in a black gilded costume.

"Yelü Gong? I don't know him. Since you want to make trouble, you are my nameless enemy. I will never show mercy to my enemies!"

Wang Lun knew that if he wanted to continue to maintain the sword fight in Songshan, he had to show his strong strength, otherwise how could he convince the crowd.

Yelü Gong wanted to say something harsh, but found that Wang Lun had disappeared.

There was a gust of wind whistling, and Zhuge Zhenwo and Tiedan Shenhou had no time to react.

Yelu Gong beside him was already a headless corpse, and he was still in a defensive posture before he died.

In an instant, the smoke and dust dissipated, and the Songshan Arena was silent.

Only Wang Lun sat on the chair and wiped the blood from his hands.

"Is there anyone else who wants to make trouble? If not, the Songshan Sword Contest continues!"

Wuming's voice spread all around, Tiedan Shenhou and Zhuge Zhenwo swallowed their saliva and did not dare to provoke Wang Lun.

Yelu Gong was very strong, at least comparable to them, but he was still killed in one move, and they did not see how Wuming did it.

Lin Ruoyu also recovered from his surprise and immediately shouted: "Is there anyone who wants to challenge the black and white swords? If not, he will directly enter the next round."

"I am Xiao Shisilang!"

Seeing that the competition returned to normal, Wang Lun continued to smile and said to the old man Tianji: "I have a deal to do with you."

It took a while for the old man Tianji to come back to his senses. Hearing Wang Lun calling him, he sorted out his mood and asked: "Mr. Wuming, please tell me. As long as I can do it, I will not refuse."

"I want to exchange the Four Symbols Magic Skill for a peerless magic skill owned by the Tianji Pavilion."

The old man Tianji didn't expect Wang Lun to have such an idea, but after thinking about the other party's strength, he understood.

Yelu Gong is a royal worshiper with the strength of the late Grandmaster. Wuming can easily kill him, proving that Wuming's strength has at least reached the peak of the Grandmaster, or even a half-step land immortal.

After a series of brain supplements, it seems that Wang Lun wants to learn from many peerless magic skills and find a way to break through the land immortal.

The immortals on land have not appeared for hundreds of years, and they are almost a legend.

"Senior Wuming, to be honest, our Tianji Pavilion has collected three peerless magic skills. We can let you read them. We only hope that after you are promoted to a land immortal, you can leave a promotion experience."

Old man Tianji heard the voice, fearing that others would know that the master is the master, and directly regarded Wang Lun as a senior.

Wang Lun was interested at this time. He didn't expect that Tianji Pavilion could have three peerless magic skills.

No wonder they have been active in the world and have never lost a super power.

Other super powers have declined because they have not cultivated a grandmaster.

"Of course, I will visit Tianji Pavilion after the Songshan Sword Contest is over."

Wang Lun smiled.

Others didn't understand what deal the two had made, but they could see that they were all very satisfied.

Other grandmasters from Longhu Mountain, Shaolin Temple, etc. all felt depressed. Wang Lun's strength was beyond their imagination.

But they were not too worried. Unless he was a great master of the devil, Wang Lun's actions were not devilish. As long as they did not offend him, the sect should be fine.

But I am afraid that no one can take away the Four Symbols Divine Art.

Wuming might be able to suppress the martial arts world for a decade. Of course, the other party is very old and may not be able to hold on for that long, but it should be possible for more than ten years.

The reactions of the great masters were different, but they all reached a consensus that Wuming should not be offended.

However, the two great masters of the court, Zhuge Zhenwo and Tiedan Shenhou, were quite embarrassed. Wuming was too strong, not much less than the old eunuch in the palace.

At least Yelu Gong could hold on for a few rounds in the hands of the old eunuch.

But Wuming's head was smashed in one move.

Wang Lun watched the battle between the masters with relish, while others were restless.

After a day, the thirty masters finally decided on the winner, who turned out to be a disciple from the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions.

With the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art and the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, he defeated everyone and won the championship.

"I am Nalan Yuanshan, and I would like to meet Senior Wuming."

Nalan Yuanshan did not look muscular because of his practice of the two great divine arts. Instead, he looked like a scholar.

"You are very good. You can win the championship of the Songshan Sword Contest. You can be said to be the first of the young generation in the Jianghu."

Wuming praised,

Fang does have the confidence now.

The Vajra Indestructible Divine Art has unparalleled defense, and the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art has strong power. Being able to take care of both, he is naturally extraordinary.

"Thank you, Senior Wuming, for your praise."

Nalan Yuanshan was very excited and looked at his master, the Grand Master of the Vajra Sect, the Dalai Lama.

Seeing his master nod in approval, he said, "Senior Wuming, I want the Suzaku Chapter of the Four Elephants Divine Art."

Obviously, Nalan Yuanshan knew that the Four Elephants Divine Art had different focuses. What he needed most was not defense and power, but speed and recovery.

But Wuming thought he would choose the Azure Dragon Chapter to make up for his shortcomings.

"Okay."

Wang Lun nodded in agreement and pushed a booklet with internal force over.

"Thank you, Senior Wuming, for the gift."

Nalan Yuanshan took the secret book, thanked him, and returned to his master.

Seeing this, the others had to give up their thoughts, because he had a master who was a Grand Master.

And he has two peerless magic skills.

"It's getting late today. The grandmasters' battle will start tomorrow. Everyone, take good care of yourself tonight. I look forward to fighting with you."

Wang Lun smiled, and the others also bowed in response.

None of the grandmasters who had fought with others left. Compared with the battles between grandmasters, they wanted to see the battles between grandmasters more.

It would help them break through the grandmasters, even if they could only comprehend a little martial arts skills.

But when some people are happy, others are worried.

In the palace, the old eunuch only felt tired. How could the grandmaster who was trained by the court with so many martial arts resources be a waste?

He said angrily: "Does it have to be done by an old man like me? Zhuge Zhenwo and Tiedan Shenhou didn't even stop him. They have no loyalty to the court."

"Hmph, I want to see if Wuming has three heads and six arms or what!"

The old eunuch thought that he was already invincible as a half-step land immortal. No matter how strong Wuming was, he was just bullying among the grandmasters.

"The court has five people, plus two Zhuge Zhenwo and Tiedan Shenhou. Seven grandmasters don't believe you can escape!"

The old eunuch was a little angry. The matter could have been solved very easily, but the old eunuch felt that his face was slapped by Wuming.

He couldn't swallow this anger if he didn't kill Wuming.

Wang Lun never expected that the one who was against him was not the emperor, but a disabled old eunuch.