Although Wang Chong was tired, he couldn't sleep. When he came back three months later, he must have opened the eight extraordinary meridians and the Twelve Sergeants, but he didn't expect that Suer would call him back to the Poison Dragon Temple early. Now he is still a little short of time and cannot open the Twelve Sergeants.

"I don't know how long it will take for the master to stay in seclusion! I will strive to completely refine my energy when I meet with my master."

Wang Chong activated the Qi2nd body refining technique, using meditation instead of rest. After practicing for three or four hours, he regained his energy.

He regained his energy and felt a little curious. He raised his eyes and looked out from the small hole in the cave room where he lived.

At this time, the night was dark. Seeing the poisonous dragon motionless, Wang Chong suddenly developed a little childlike interest and thought to himself: "This poisonous dragon must be very good at doing things, and it is also a divine beast guarding the mountain gate. I don't know how many secrets there are, why should I talk to it?"

Wang Chong didn't go through the hole door, and used the token in his hand to open the restriction at the small hole entrance, jumped out, and headed straight to the stone wall to the east.

The mountain wall where he lives is at the west, and the mountain wall occupied by the poisonous dragon is at the east, so it has to cross the entire valley.

When I came, I didn't feel anything. At this time, I was walking at night, and Wang Chong realized that the valley was too wide and wide.

This valley is called the Poison Dragon Valley.

There are also bald hills, trees, and even two water sources and a pool in the valley. They are slightly shorter from east to west, twelve or thirty miles, and a little longer from north to south, only twenty or thirty miles.

Even Wang Chong's light skills were quite good. After a stick of incense, he had just walked from the mountain wall to the west to His Highness Tongtian.

He looked at the hall again and couldn't help but feel a sense of insignificance.

Each floor of this hall is more than ten feet high, nine floors stacked, more than a hundred feet. Among the ordinary people, even the great city is not so tall, and even the imperial city is not so majestic.

People are in His Highness Tongtian, like ants.

Wang Chong knew that he could not enter and did not want to go to Tongtian Palace to walk around. He was about to continue moving forward when he suddenly heard someone greeting and shouted: "But the new Tang Jingyu?"

Wang Chongxun looked at him and saw four or five young men, one of whom was gorgeously dressed and holding a folding fan. If he hadn't looked really bad, he would have been quite romantic.

Wang Chong heard the people who were not kind and saw them coming from the south again, he chuckled and said, "I wonder what the nephew of a senior brother, who is called the junior uncle?"

Although Wang Chong had never seen his senior brothers, Master Qingyue, who ranked seventh, was still decades old. These young people were absolutely impossible for Zen Master Hongye and Taoist Kuihua. They could only pass on the poster again, or be a disciple of the disciple.

He still took a look at him like this.

The young man in the head couldn't help but feel a sudden look. After a moment, he sneered and said, "Ling Suer has not accepted disciples for many years, but now he has accepted an ordinary disciple. I don't know if he is blind or an illegitimate child who will be raised outside, so he has to come to the door."

"You are worthy of being the head disciple?"

Wang Chong did not expect that this guy had such a bad tone and was completely merciless. He also sneered and said with a tough attitude: "Can my master punish you? He is so presumptuous?"

Several young people laughed together, and a young man in gray robe said with a little ridicule: "Although Ling Suer has the favor of the ancestor and is in charge of this sect, how can he care about our Red Leaf lineage?"

Wang Chong was born into the Demon Sect and was not unfamiliar with such sects fighting.

In Emei, he was just a young man with the title of a former evil disciple. It was not the turn of a fight with Emei disciples openly and secretly. However, in Tianxin Temple, Wang Chong was accustomed to his fellow disciples.

Although the Yuanyang Sword and the Nether Snake were not around at this time, Wang Chong was not afraid of these young people. He was also very tempered in terms of sharp words and said, "My master must not be able to control it, but I think you are useless and not worthy of discipline."

The young man in gorgeous clothes and holding a folding fan was so angry that he was filled with smoke from his orifices. When the folding fan was swung in his hand, layers of clouds and mist were generated, which meant to take action.

The few people around him hurriedly grabbed Mr. Hua Shan and whispered to dissuade him.

These people are not afraid of quarrels with Wang Chong, but if you really start a fight, it is not what the rules of the sect will allow.

Ling Suerke was in seclusion in Tongtian Palace. If he realized that they were bullying his disciples, these people would be in trouble.

The young man in gorgeous clothes and holding a folding fan stared at Wang Chong fiercely. The folding fan in his hand became more and more urgent. As his folding fan waved, a layer of clouds gradually shrouded in his body.

He said coldly: "Let's forget it today. I have to see the three-mechanical sword fighting at the end of the year, so that the disciples under Suer's teachings have some ability."

These people turned around and left without even giving their names. Wang Chong watched them leave, thinking in his heart: "Is it true that the Dulong Temple is like Emei, and Zen Master Hongye is not convinced that his junior brother will take over the leader?"

That year, Yin Dingxiu passed the sect to his twenty-two disciples Xuande, which made Xuanye Zhenren angry and escaped from Emei, and brought five junior brothers to create another portal.

If it were Dulong Temple, the same would be true. Because the ancestor Tieli passed the sect to Lingsul, Hongye's subordinates were dissatisfied, but it was just interesting.

Wang Chong thought to himself: "Zen Master Hongye has eight disciples, and I don't know how many disciples there are, how many disciples there are, and how many more disciples there are, and I don't know how many of the lineage of Daoist Kuihua, except for the two disciples, there are still many more disciples..."

He regarded both Hongye and Kuihua as his competitors, Qiu Zi, as his fellow disciples.

The young man couldn't help but say to himself: "I thought my senior brother would not become a monk, so I was the only one under the master's sect, so there would be no other conflicts, but I didn't expect that the two masters' sects had so much thought."

Wang Chong was not worried about the "three-mechanical sword fighting". He is now at the level of Qi refining. Haven't he learned sword skills yet? Can his fellow disciples force him to fight swords?

What he was even more worried about was whether his master could hold on.

If Ling Suer is not successful, he, the apprentice, will definitely not. If Ling Suer is not afraid of his two senior brothers, he, the apprentice, will definitely be safe and sound.

Wang Chong didn't know when Ling Suer would be able to leave the seclusion. When he thought about the purpose of his trip at night, he couldn't help but laugh, put these mundane things behind him, and still moved forward.

Not long after, he stood under the wall of the East Mountain and looked up at the poisonous dragon lying on it. At this time, he looked closer and felt that the poisonous dragon was extremely huge and indeed it was worthy of being the divine beast of the Poison Dragon Temple.

Wang Chong spread his arms and shouted, "Senior, I don't know what you call me?"
Chapter completed!