Just became a beast, someone built a sect on my hill

Chapter 80 I heard that a very powerful sword fairy came

After the black-robed "foxes" left completely,
Wang Ye and Wang Qiang reappeared just now, appearing on the tile eaves.

"These foxes... are a bit weird."

Wang Ye clapped his paws on the tile eaves, and said in a distressed manner.

Wang Qiang's eyes were slightly surprised, this is also... weird?
After sneaking a glance at Wang Ye, he seemed to understand...why Wang Ye was shocked by the fat man who killed the cultivator.

Senior Daojun's temper... is really a bit out of the ordinary.

Of course, discovering Wang Ye like this not only did not change Wang Qiang's opinion, but on the contrary, he respected him even more.

Is this the great power above the realm of enlightenment... Everything can be done from the heart, and only then can it be consistent.

No wonder Uncle Jiang said that if you want to comprehend your own way of swordsmanship, you must go back to the source and return to your nature!
Thinking of this, in Wang Qiang's heart, a feeling suddenly flashed... He seemed to be figuring out his own path.

The Qingfeng in his hand trembled slightly, and a trace of resonance was produced in it!

Got it!

He realized...

"Thank you, Daojun, for your enlightenment." Wang Qiang hurriedly cupped his hands respectfully and said excitedly.

He was so excited. The reason why it is difficult to realize the Dao Realm is why it is so powerful, and why it is hailed as a real "extraordinary".

It is because some cultivators spend their entire lives unable to touch the threshold of "Tao".

Stagnated in the distracted state of Dzogchen, the whole life is gray-haired, and this is the end of old age.

But Wang Ye's casual touch lit up Wang Qiang's path of sword cultivation.

Although Wang Qiang's "Sword Dao" has no substantive relationship with Wang Ye's actions, it is an introduction.

Once triggered, it is equivalent to knocking on the door of "Enlightenment Realm".

Embark on the road to comprehend the way of swordsmanship...

Of course, Wang Ye naturally didn't know that Wang Qiang had so many inner activities, let alone that he had opened the door to comprehend the "Doo of Sword".

I just felt that Wang Qiang made such a sudden move...he turned his head with a confused face: "???"

"Strange..." Wang Ye glanced at him, complained in his heart, and then turned his head again.

And this move of Wang Ye entered Wang Qiang's eyes.

His awe suddenly increased by three points!

Sure enough, he is worthy of being a Daoist... In his eyes, even a first glimpse of such a heaven-defying thing as "enlightenment" is nothing at all...

It's really a great opportunity, Wang Qiang is very happy in his heart, this is great power!

Follow Almighty, any action will be eaten by you!
Thinking of this, Wang Qiang couldn't help but want to thank one person... Mao Li.

If it weren't for the kid Maori, how could he have encountered such a great opportunity?
Hey, treat this kid better in the future.

……

The next morning.

There was a commotion on the street, waking everyone up from their sleep.

"Hey, hey, have you heard that the challenge of number one in the world has already started!"

"Really! Will Li Lixiao, the number one warrior of our Yelang Kingdom, make an appearance?"

"Well, that's not yet. Today is the selection, and only those who get No.1 are eligible to challenge!"

"That's right... Hehe, Li Lixiao is not a cat or a tiger... even can challenge!"

On the street, two pedestrians, mixed in the advancing team, talked while walking.

Wang Ye was lying on the boat, his ears moving.

He looked at Xiao Bei, the civet cat next to him, and then at himself.

A cat and a tiger?

How do you feel...offended?

"Dao lord... Dao lord!"

The little sword fairy Maoli's shout came from outside the door.

"Hey, boy, what are you doing? Aren't you disturbing Daojun and Xiaobei's good business?"

The little old man scolded with a smile.

It can be seen that not only did he not have the slightest intention to stop it, but his eyes were full of anticipation.

It's as if you can see something good when you open the door.

Wang Ye has black lines all over his head, good guy, what are you doing?

I woke up today and didn't read the almanac, so it's not going well... It's just not right.

Sighing, Wang Ye jumped up from the bed.

The civet cat Xiao Bei was still sleeping soundly.

On the peaceful cat's face, the eyelashes stretched long and thin. Suddenly, the eyelashes twitched, and a soft moan came out: "Uh-huh~~"

Civet cat Xiaobei turned over and turned around.

"Hey, old man Mi, did you hear that?"

Outside the door, there was a faint snigger, and then whispered.

"Stinky boy... Keep your voice down, what should you do if you startle Daojun? Xiaobei has a big belly, what if Daoist is frightened by your shocking sound?"

The little old man pressed Mao Li's head and knocked against the door, making a soft sound.

"The consequences are unimaginable..."

The sound of Mao Li's head knocking made the little old man's eyelids twitch, he quickly withdrew his hand, stroked his beard and said.

Mao Li raised his head and rolled his eyes at the little old man, as if to say, "Hmph, why are you still talking about me? It's better if you make more noise..."

Before the word "ba" came out, Mao Li's inner activities were suddenly "forced" to pause!
Because Maori realized that he couldn't move, and with a "bang", his head seemed to hit something solid.

"Hey...why am I floating?"

Maori watched his feet gradually rise into the air, his body trembled a few times, and he said tremblingly.

The little old man at the side also floated up synchronously and bumped into Mao Li's head.

It hurt a little, but he didn't panic at all, instead he said: "Be confident, remove the question mark. Use an affirmative tone!"

"Hey Taoist..." The little old man smiled dog-leggedly, turning his face backwards.

A huge, angry tiger's head appeared in front of him.

Bang!
Two figures were thrown into the air unsteadily and fell into the hall.

"Go away, go away, don't look at it!" Mao Li rolled on the ground, and the spirit sword flexibly circled in the air, expelling the surrounding crowd.

Then he rubbed his butt quietly, and helped the little old man beside him to fight!

……

The selection site for the number one in the world.

Wang Ye and his party sat in a remote place, watching the competition in the middle of the stage.

"Look at my Hercules Palm!"

The person on the stage was Wang Dali who was "juggling" at the door yesterday. After yesterday's attempt, he was much more confident now, as if he considered himself a master.

As for the other party, hehe, he's just a quack... a performer.

"Blowing fire... huh..."

I saw that the other party erupted a cloud of flames, and collided "violently" with Wang Dali's Hercules Palm!

There is neither the thrill of punching to the flesh, nor the scene of the flame showing its power.

The two are in peace with each other...

"I didn't expect that you underestimated the other party, and you can resist my Hercules Palm?" Wang Dali thought in his heart, gritted his teeth and shouted:
"Come again!"

"Shh... go down."

But the audience below had bloody eyes and didn't buy it. Instead of cheering, they booed instead.

"It's so boring..."

A spectator curled his lips and yawned.

"Don't worry, there will be strong players." A person next to him said, "Did you hear that another popular player was born today!"

"Who is it?" The person who spoke just now asked curiously.

"Hmm... I heard that it is a sword fairy, it seems to be from the outside world... very powerful!"

(End of this chapter)