Red Heart Survey

  Chapter 382 Eight-tone Flame Sparrow

  Generally speaking, the threshold for the cultivation of the first-class middle-grade Taoism is the cultivation level of the inner government.

This so-called threshold of practice is described intuitively, if it is said that the first-class lower-grade Taoism only needs to use one source of power to its extreme, while some first-grade middle-grade Taoism must use two or even four sources of power. Based on the five power sources, this is the threshold of cultivation that is difficult to cross.

  However, some people with unusual talents can naturally reduce the demand for certain or even certain types of Taoism, or are naturally able to promote Taoism with less consumption than the same realm cultivator. For example, Fenglin City King Changxiang's Wind Sparrow True Spirit, Zhang Linchuan's Thunder Snake True Spirit, can enable them to master Dao skills even higher.

  Except for the situation of unusual talents, another exception is the creation of Taoism that belongs to oneself.

  Because he is the creator of Taoism, he has a deep understanding of its release principles, and he is based on his own creation, which is most suitable for his own conditions, and is most suitable for his own performance. Therefore, he can also master Taoism in advance with extreme control.

   Countless flamingbirds fly around and sing their sounds.

  At the center of the Daoshu bombing, Jiang Wang saw Zhang Yong's eyes.

   Seeing the deep despair and pleading in his eyes.

   "Don't say, please!"

   is with such an earnest look in his eyes.

  If it is possible, even if it is abandoned here, Zhang Yong is unwilling to use pupil technique.

  Because in the history of Fengxian Zhang's family, no one is good at pupil surgery. One use is to expose. Then all the painstaking efforts before, those sacrifices, conspiracies, blood and tears... all became phantoms.

  However, breaking the jealousy is completely an instinctive reaction of the body.

  After this, Jiang Wang’s sense of crisis was triggered again, which led to the emergence of the Eight-tone Flame Sparrow—this Taoist art, Jiang Wang was originally prepared for Wang Yiwu.

  Now Zhang Yong is very sure that Jiang Wang has discovered his secret.

  But he has no choice. There were so many people at the scene, Jiang Wuqi, Li Longchuan, Xu Xiangqian... No matter which one is easy to deal with.

  Unless Jiang Wang can detect the pupil technique and fight him here at the first time, but cannot use pupil technique, he will not have a chance. However, using the pupil technique to kill Jiang Wang is also equivalent to exposing himself, and the result is no different.

  What's more, with Jiang Wang’s current combat power, even if he uses his pupil technique with all his strength... it may not be possible.

  With such a comprehensive plan and arrangement, he successfully passed through the secret realm of Tianfu, dealt with the investigation of the green card head-catcher, and finally mingled with Jiang Wuqi safely, and even the imperial family of Daqi could not find his heels.

  He never thought of it. Only in one encounter in Yunwu Mountain, it was just a step-by-step chess move, and the simple implementation of the first plan, unexpectedly, went into desperation!

  The despair and pleading in his eyes are real and concrete emotions.

  Because everything he came along was tied to Jiang Wang’s thoughts.

  And Jiang Wang, how would he decide?

  ……

  In the eyes of everyone watching the battle on Pavilion Road.

  The sea of ​​clouds in Yunwu Mountain was surging for several miles, only to be slowly gathered back by the power of Tianxiangyun Pavilion's magic circle.

  The eight notes are curled up, and the flame bird disperses.

   Zhang Yong stood on the cloud in despair, while Jiang Wangjian pointed at his throat.

  The outcome is divided.

   Jiang Wang glanced at him deeply, and then moved the long sword away.

   just turned around on this sea of ​​clouds and looked at Jiang Wuqi: "His Royal Highness, the play is over."

There was a moment of silence on   Guard Road.

   Then there was applause.

  Jiang Wuqi took the lead in touching his palm and said: "Wonderful!"

  After that, there was thunderous applause!

  It seems to be an ordinary contest, a "martial arts".

While clapping his hands vigorously, Xu Xiangqian deliberately moved to Lei Yikun's side: "Does Lei Jiazhixue only teach the word'easy'? So although you can't see'easy', you can only say easy! "

  Lei Yikun glared at him.

  This person is an unexcited temperament, and he wants to move forward now.

   Put a hand on his shoulder, telling him to be silent.

  Jiang Wuqi retracted his hand, squeezed his fist, blocked his mouth, and couldn't help coughing a few times.

  At this time, Zhang Yong walked up to the front with a gloomy face, half-kneeled: "Zhang Yong is incompetent, and hurts His Royal Highness's face. He deserves death."

Jiang Wuqi raised his hand gently, and an invisible force lifted Zhang Yong up: "The Fengxian Zhang family suffered misfortune and lost his knowledge. You only rely on some fur techniques, mixing Confucianism, law and Taoism, and you have seen it well! What hurts my face?"

   "Beads and jade covered in dust is the fault of this palace. After returning, I will prepare a full set of exercises for you." His eyes are sincere and focused: "I also hope that Zhang Qing will not be discouraged and don't lose her youth."

   "His Royal Highness..." Zhang Yong suddenly choked.

Jiang Wuqi turned his head to look at Jiang Wang again, with a full smile: "Today, I can see Jiang Qing's heroic figure on this Yunwu Mountain. This palace is really happy. The 14th brother's matter has been revealed, and this palace will not do it again. I'm looking for you."

  He speaks in a golden mouth, and there is no reason to go wrong.

  Jiang Wang is actually ready to fight another game or even two games, but seeing Jiang Wuqi's attitude like this, he returned to his sword and accepted it as soon as he saw it: "His Royal Highness is grand."

  Jiang Wuqi smiled, and then led the people down the mountain.

  Although Zhang Yong lost a game, but looking at the people around him, except that Lei Yikun was really angry by Xu Xiang, no one was angry.

  It can be seen that everyone is convinced of Jiang Wuqi's decision.

At that time, everyone said that the eleventh princes were the most like Qi Jun. Judging from this brief contact, Jiang Wang had to admit that he was indeed an emperor.

  If the opponents are all of the fourteenth prince Jiang Wuyong's level, there is probably no suspense in this competition. .

  Zhang Yong fell behind the team, and when he walked to the corner of the pavilion road, he glanced sideways at Jiang Wang, with complicated eyes.

   "Why, he still refuses?" Xu Xiangqian asked very vigilantly.

   Jiang Wang said perfunctorily: "Perhaps!"

  Although there are such twists and turns, in fact, there is no thought of viewing flowers. But there was no need to change the established things, and the group continued to walk up the mountain.

The   Gate Road winds up around the mountain and finally reaches the top of the mountain.

  But see, the entire top of the mountain has been leveled by manpower.

The   Pavilion Road stretches out in the air, forming a square pavilion, just above the center of the top of the mountain.

  A plaque on the front with the words "cloud and fog".

  Yunwu Mountain seems to be based on Yunwu Pavilion.

  Just under the feet of everyone, under the hanging Yunwu Pavilion, a whole lavender flowerbed is in full bloom.

   Although the flower is purple, there is a white mist, which rises from the petals and gathers with the clouds and mist on the side of the mountain.

  It seems that the thick clouds that Yunwu Mountain shrouds all the year round also have the credit of this cloud flower.

  The fragrance of clouds, mists and flowers is getting deeper and deeper here. It is unavoidable to be intoxicated and unspeakable, no wonder it has the reputation of "Tianxiang".

  The crowd looked around in the pavilion, forgetting their worries for a while.

  ……

  Down the mountain pavilion road.

  Lei Yikun couldn’t help but ask: “That Jiang Wuyong is overpowering, he is weak and virtuous, and he is also obsessed with Sheji. Your Highness, why should you do this for him?”

  He was born in Jiang Wuqi’s mother clan. Some things are inconvenient for others to say, but he doesn’t need to hesitate.

  "It is the fourteenth prince." Jiang Wuqi corrected him.

   "Ahem."

   The wind was strong on the mountain, and he coughed twice before punishing: "Maintaining the decency of the Daqi imperial family means maintaining the decency of the palace."

  (End of this chapter)