Under One Person: Beginning of the Wang Family Young Master

The old man was beaten, and the old man was beaten.

"That's my brother's dragon-pecking cone!"

In the stands, Jia Zhengliang and Feng Shayan occupied a front position, and several doctors next to them were helping them deal with their wounds in an orderly manner.

They really didn't want to miss such a game.

Feng Xingtong and Wang Bing also stood aside, staring at the competition on the field.

"Brother Bing, do you know that Brother Quan also knows Qimen magic?" Feng Xingtong asked without moving his eyes.

You know, Qimen magic is not so easy to learn. If you are not careful, you may get lost in the inner scene.

And looking at Wang Quan's level, it is obvious that he is not an ordinary magician. Without several years of hard work, it is simply useless.

However, Wang Bing was also confused. He had never even heard of some of the methods his brother was using.

"In such a short time, he was able to use my brother's dragon-pecking cone so smoothly. This person is very powerful!"

Jia Zhengliang's eyes lit up, and the twelve flying knives on his body were eager to move. He really wanted to go down and have a good fight.

At the same time, the old Taoist priest was silent.

After watching for a long time, someone slowly said: "Brother Wang, when did your Wang family have such a sophisticated art of controlling objects?"

"Besides, those three dragon-pecking cones are not ordinary tools, right?"

It was Lu Jin who spoke. At this moment, his eyes seemed to be on Wang Quan, and he could see his methods at this time in the blink of an eye.

The Qimen technique is just the simplest application, which is nothing; the three levels of reverse birth have two levels, and they are not low, so let's not talk about it for now; and then there is the art of controlling objects.

Not only that, these three dragon-pecking cones are actually three magic tools!

You have to know that there are only a handful of weapon refiners nowadays, and there is only one in forces like Tang Sect and Tianxiahui.

Who would be so extravagant as to refine three dragon-pecking cones into magic weapons?

What's more, they were just obtained not long ago.

Hearing Mr. Lu's question, Wang Ai was proud.

"Alas, it was all done by my great-grandson himself. He didn't let me, an old man, intervene. He thought I was too old."

If he didn't always have a smile on his face like a chrysanthemum, they would really believe it.

Are you angry that he thinks you are too old?

Hehe! You just want to make us angry because we are too comfortable!

However, after being choked by him, everyone stopped talking, and no one cared about the dragon-pecking cone anymore.

Compared to that, they were more curious about Wang Quan's methods.

Wang Quan broke several water bullets with the word "Dui" and "Hei Liuli", but he was finally injured.

The distance between the two widened again.

"Wu Hou Qi Men, the reputation is well-deserved." Wang Quan sighed softly, white Qi flowed through his body, and the wound on his hand healed in the blink of an eye.

Three dragon-pecking cones surrounded him, making a soft crisp sound.

Zhuge Qing was relieved, "I really didn't expect that someone could use ordinary Qi Men techniques to fight my Wu Hou Qi Men on equal terms."

"Okay, stop flattering me, how can we be on equal terms? It's clear that I was suppressed." Wang Quan waved his hands helplessly.

If it weren't for the three levels of reverse birth, I would have lost a long time ago.

"Alas, brother Wang, I never underestimate my opponents, so please respect me and show some real skills."

Zhuge Qing took off the suit jacket he was wearing behind him, turned around and threw it towards the stands, and was caught by Zhuge Bai.

Wang Quan scratched his head and said, "This is going to be serious. Okay, I'll satisfy you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his steps changed from light to steady.

He took back two of the three dragon-pecking spikes, and held the remaining one in his hand, wrapped in Qi.

A sword force suddenly burst out from him, soaring into the sky!

"Oh, Mr. Wang, I didn't expect your great-grandson to be a sword master." Feng Zhenghao spoke at the right time and praised in the stands.

Mr. Wang Ai nodded very pleased.

However, at this time, Mr. Tian Jinzhong suddenly said, "Brother, is there anything to say about his footwork?"

"Not bad." The old Taoist narrowed his eyes, as if he wanted to see through Wang Quan.

He had tried Wang Quan's methods before, and knew that when he used his supernatural powers, the means he could use at one time were limited.

But now it seems to be completely different.

Or did he really learn some of these skills?

One or two skills are fine, but if he has this level in every skill, could he be another Ding Shimaan?

Just as he was thinking,

Lu Jin was anxious, "Oh, old Taoist priest, if you have something to say, just say it quickly, I'm so anxious."

"Ahem, old Lu, you are just too impatient. Well, I'll talk to everyone." The old Taoist priest coughed lightly and came back to his senses.

"If you take steps and stand in a specific order of rules, the meridians of the body will open up, and you can absorb the scattered energy lost in space by natural creatures. This energy is called Gangqi. This method of walking is called stepping on Gangbudou."

"It seems that the methods used by Xiao Wangquan before were not easy to perform."

If Wang Quan heard what the old Taoist priest said, he would definitely reply: "Of course not easy."

Not to mention anything else, the second level of the third level of reverse life for a long time is not easy for him, a layman.

In contrast, he has completed the control of the dragon-pecking cone, and he does not need to consume much Qi to perform it; as for the Qimen technique, the mental power required is secondary.

So it seems that the three levels of reverse life are indeed the closest skill to magic that he knows.

"Brother Zhuge, I wonder if my sword energy can please you?" Wang Quan grinned.

Zhuge Qing suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart, and he dodged from the side without thinking.

In an instant, the Qi seal in Wang Quan's eyes flashed, and a sword light vented out, as bright as a meteor, flashing away.

Everyone looked at the field intently.

However, they could not find the sword light at all, only to see a sword mark appeared at Zhuge Qing's feet at some point.

Not only that, one side of his shirt was torn open.

Zhuge Qing looked at his feet woodenly, and his heart trembled slightly.

At that moment, he actually smelled the taste of death. If Wang Quan hadn't reminded him, he would not have been able to avoid that sword without any preparation.

"Hu——" Zhuge Qing let out a long breath, his expression uncertain.

It is said that sorcerers seek good fortune and avoid disaster, but he only had time to feel this sword, but not to dodge it.

The root of the problem is not that sword.

Because, under Wang Quan's feet, a strange gate has appeared at some point.

He has set the center palace, and the range is not less than his.

Eight gates slowly emerged around him, emitting a faint white light.

"It's not shameful to be defeated by your own Wu Hou Qimen."