Longevity Tianque

Bang!

Wang Changsheng's figure flew upside down from the Spirit Hall, smashed into the Spirit Hall City, and immediately stirred up thick smoke and dust.

puff!

Wang Changsheng, who flew upside down, smashed a deep hole and spurted out a mouthful of blood, staining the front of his chest red.

"You make me squirt blood every now and then, do you think I have a lot of blood?" Wang Changsheng said helplessly in his heart.

"Straight!"

Just when Wang Changsheng was upset, a sullen voice came into Wang Changsheng's ears.

"Who?"

Wang Changsheng was immediately surprised: "Who is talking?"

Looking around, I saw puzzled looks in the eyes of the monks present, no one was angry with me? !However, Wang Changsheng was very sure that someone was scolding him just now.

"Isn't that who? It's... the one who was slapped by Gu Ming?"

"It's a bit like the man who figured out how to get the sword in Hidden Sword City!"

"I just saw him being beaten out of the Spirit Hall?"

"Are you sure you read it right?"

"Of course I read it right, otherwise, who would throw it into the ground by itself?"

"Yes, the one who blocked the Ancient Ming Road in Hidden Sword City..."

...

Quite a few monks looked at Wang Changsheng with doubts.

Well, Wang Changsheng told these people how to draw a sword, but these people didn't remember Wang Changsheng at all.

Wang Changsheng didn't pay attention to so much, looking at Lang Cangjian who was also lying in the deep pit, showing a dignified expression.

"If I'm not mistaken..." Wang Changsheng said solemnly in his heart: "Just now when the Lang Cang sword hit it, there was only a small gap in the stone tablet..."

The counter-shock force was enormous. When Wang Changsheng slammed it down, he was blown away by the counter-shock force. He didn't even have time to breathe. In a trance, Wang Changsheng saw that his Langcang sword slammed down hard, leaving only one An imprint the size of a finger.

Wang Changsheng had a deep understanding of the strength of the Langcang Sword. According to Wang Changsheng's estimate, with his current strength, he could smash the Langcang Sword on a strong man at the peak of the golden core.

Of course, the premise is that the cultivator at the peak of Jindan does not move and allows Wang Changsheng to attack.

A stone tablet can block the slamming of the Langcang sword, which is enough to show that this stone tablet is extraordinary.

Of course, what made Wang Changsheng tremble with fear was that voice of cursing.

After lying in the deep pit and waiting for a long time, Wang Changsheng didn't notice any abnormality. Even the monks who watched the excitement went back to continue practicing spells. Wang Changsheng still didn't wait for the voice to continue speaking.

"Did I hear it wrong?" Wang Changsheng was even more puzzled: "Impossible..."

Anyway, Wang Changsheng also has the strength of the Jindan realm, so things like auditory hallucinations should not happen.

After thinking about it for a while, Wang Changsheng slowly crawled out of the deep pit and cautiously approached the Spirit Hall.

"Hey, that kid seems to have gone to the Spirit Hall again? Didn't he come out just now? It was smashed out!"

"It must be the aura in the Spirit Hall. He couldn't take it anymore. He rushed out without stopping, and fell into the ground!"

"What? Do you still think that someone in the Spirit Hall attacked him?"

...

Many monks laughed when they saw Wang Changsheng walking towards the Spirit Hall again.

For these people, they were already past the age of watching the excitement. What happened to Wang Changsheng had no effect on them, because the most important thing was to get the spell, and they had already got it.

When Wang Changsheng stepped into the Spirit Hall again, he was still shocked by the rich aura in the Spirit Hall.

"If this Spirit Hall can be moved away, there will be no lack of spiritual energy, no lack of spells..." Wang Changsheng murmured in his heart, "It just can't be moved..."

There is no need to consider such things as moving the Spirit Hall, because even if Wang Changsheng can shake the Spirit Hall, it is impossible to take it away. Could it be that he can resist it on his shoulders?

There was no movement in the Spirit Hall, and when he looked towards the stele, sure enough, Wang Changsheng saw a thumb-thick wound, which was left by the Langcang sword just now.

"I'm sorry..." Wang Changsheng looked at the stele, and said with some embarrassment: "I was also pissed off, otherwise, I wouldn't have done such a reckless thing..."

With so many monks coming and going in Nine Cities of Climbing Immortals, Wang Changsheng might still be the No.

The point is, with a sharp weapon like the Langcang Sword in his hand, Wang Changsheng managed to leave a wound on the stele.

"That...that...can you let me understand the technique?"

Wang Changsheng said with some embarrassment: "I don't ask too much, just one kind of swordsmanship is enough, preferably a two-handed broadsword!"

With that said, Wang Changsheng took out the Langcang Sword!

Wang Changsheng didn't practice many spells, and the one he often used against the enemy was the Wild Wave Saber Technique. After the breakthrough, Wang Changsheng's comprehension of the Wild Wave Saber Technique improved by leaps and bounds.

Now Wang Changsheng's Kuang Lang Dao Technique, except for the last knife, has been mastered. Wang Changsheng has also discovered that the Kuang Lang Dao Technique is still somewhat stretched against Jindan Zhenxiu.

This is the upper limit caused by the technique itself, unless Wang Changsheng can transform the wild wave knife technique, but for Wang Changsheng, there is such a good place as Lingdian, and it is much more convenient to get a knife technique than to study the wild wave knife technique by himself .

"roll!"

"Get out of here!"

As soon as Wang Changsheng finished speaking, he heard a furious voice enter his mind.

"Who?" Wang Changsheng was immediately surprised: "There is really someone? Who are you?"

The answer to Wang Changsheng was still a furious voice.

"A person like you is not worthy of entering the Spirit Hall!"

boom--

A roaring sound came out, and immediately after, Wang Changsheng felt that the spirit energy in the Spirit Hall began to surge.

"What are you going to do?"

"No, no!"

An exclamation came from Wang Changsheng's mouth.

Before Wang Changsheng had time to resist, a huge force directly crushed Wang Changsheng's body, and Wang Changsheng flew upside down, flying out of the Spirit Hall once again.

Still the same figure, still the same pit...

Even the posture of lying in the pit is similar to before.

To be precise, it wasn't that Wang Changsheng didn't have time to resist, but that Wang Changsheng simply couldn't resist in the face of such a huge power!

"Who is it?"

Wang Changsheng roared in his heart: "Li Fusheng, you liar, you lied to me again!"

"Didn't you say that only the Ninth City has gatekeepers? You lied to me again!"

Compared with other monks, Wang Changsheng knows more about Dengxian Nine Cities. Of course, compared with the black monster, Wang Changsheng is still a bit inferior.

Wang Changsheng's understanding of the Nine Cities of Climbing Immortals came from Li Fusheng. Li Fusheng mentioned Hidden Sword City and Spirit Hall many times, and even the Five Elements Mountain behind it.

Li Fusheng mentioned more, that is, the last city of Dengxian Nine Cities.

Because, in the last city of the Nine Cities of Immortals, there was a monk sitting in town. The monk came from the Weitian Realm. As for the cultivation level, Li Fusheng did not say, but told Wang Changsheng that as long as he planned properly, Wang Changsheng would definitely have a chance to enter the Weitian Realm.

However, Li Fusheng didn't say that there are monks in the Spirit Hall? !

fraud!

Li Fusheng is a big liar!

Wang Changsheng once again confirmed that he was tricked by Li Fusheng!

Wang Changsheng slowly crawled out of the deep pit, sat on the edge of the deep pit, and watched the other monks walk into the spirit hall, showing a depressed expression.

Wang Changsheng felt that the sword he slashed was like cutting a moat between himself and the Spirit Hall.