Chapter 113 Wanbao Competition (Part 1)

Just at this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Xiao Wenbing felt a stern heart. He looked up and wanted to ask, but he had no choice but to have food in his mouth. He really had the heart but lacked strength.

However, he was very surprised in his heart. Who was coming? Why didn’t he even understand such a simple etiquette as knocking in the door?

What is this place? This is the Yuding Sect!

It is one of the recognized super sects in the world of cultivation. Even the most famous Tianyi Dao Sect on Earth is a far-reaching holy land.

Since he came here, among the few people he saw, even the outer disciple, he had a polite attitude. So who was so reckless this time?

The three others who came in from outside the door were HP and others. Their identities were extraordinary. It was just a matter of one sentence to find out Xiao Wenbing's residence. However, when they pushed open the door rudely, the situation they saw at first was beyond their expectations.

At this time, Xiao Wenbing held the animal's thigh with no name in one hand, and rolled up something like a big cake with the other hand. The soup was dripping on both hands, and it was so embarrassing.

The HP brothers frowned. This man was swallowing his voraciously, as if he was reincarnated by a starving ghost. He had no calm demeanor at all. His evaluation of him suddenly became a little weaker. He didn't believe that the little round shield was really from this person's hands.

When Amo saw the face of his master and uncle, he immediately understood what they thought. However, after all, he brought this thing to him. If he wanted to find the original owner, he could only find out from him. He immediately stepped forward and asked with a pleasant look: "What do you call Brother Dao?"

"Wuwu...wuwu...wuwu..." Xiao Wenbing replied in a pointing manner.

"Huh?" Amo was stunned. What was this? Is it a special dialect from a remote planet?

Suddenly, when he saw Xiao Wenbing's big mouth chewing quickly, he immediately understood that it was clearly because his mouth was filled with things, so he couldn't speak for a while.

After finally waiting for Xiao Wenbing to swallow it hard, he pulled the corner of his mouth, laughing, and asked, "What do you call Brother Dao?"

"Xiao Wenbing."

"Fellow Daoist Xiao, may I ask. Which master made the little round shield you brought today?"

When Xiao Wenbing heard this, he immediately understood a little. He smiled slightly, but he couldn't help but feel a little proud: "It was the younger generation who trained it himself."

HP's face darkened, he snorted, and said, "Did you practice it? Do you know what method is used to refine that round shield?"

"The technique of a hundred folds." Xiao Wenbing responded casually.

HP and others were stunned. Unexpectedly, this kid had heard of the name of Baidian Technique. Could it be that he really did practice this thing?

However, the eyes swept over Xiao Wenbing, who was full of greasy hands, and their confidence that had just shaken became stronger again.

Hui Ming turned his wrist and there was something else in his hand. It was the small round shield that Xiao Wenbing trained. He asked in a deep voice: "The technique of hundreds of stacks. It is easy to know and difficult to do. Do you really practice it?"

Xiao Wenbing felt a little dissatisfied. How could these people speak to him like they treat prisoners?

He was too lazy to tell them any more, Xiao Wenbing raised his hand and waved it. The small round shield suddenly turned in Huiming's hand without warning.

Hui Ming was shocked and was about to cast a spell, but he saw that the little round shield had flew to Xiao Wenbing.

The small round shield kept rotating, and dark golden light emitted in front of Xiao Wenbing, forming a wide earth defense network.

Xiao Wenbing did not use any spiritual power. He used purely his own thoughts, so the three people were unaware of it. He took advantage of this loophole.

This little round shield was a magic weapon he had just refined after exhausting his efforts. It had long established an extremely mysterious sensory connection with him. Therefore, Xiao Wenbing only had to think about it, and the little round shield could follow his heart and make the best changes.

Unless the energy contained in the small round shield itself is exhausted, Xiao Wenbing does not even need to exert a little spiritual power.

The three HP were shocked at the same time. They were not surprised by Xiao Wenbing's strength. Just a cultivator in the Killing Physical Stage. Just a defensive net that blocked him would not be in the eyes of the three of them.

However, no matter how fancy the words are, they are not as good as actual actions. Xiao Wenbing's actions clearly told them something. This little round shield was indeed exercised by him. If it weren't for this, how could he use it so easily? Even the three masters of these three have not noticed it in advance.

HP took a deep breath and looked at it calmly. Yes, it was right, the Jindan stage. He glared at him again without giving up, and his eyes were almost glaring out of his eyes. It was still right, a cultivator in the Jindan stage.

The few of them looked at each other. At this moment, they looked at the greasy soup in Xiao Wenbing's hands, but they didn't feel that it was hard to accept.

Since you are so young and have such a standard, is it normal to be a little special about your words, actions and actions... The so-called strange people and strange things are nothing more than this.

HP smiled bitterly, finally admitted his mistake, and bowed: "I feel respectful and disrespectful, it turns out that this thing is really from the hands of fellow Taoists."

Seeing that his attitude changed, Xiao Wenbing thought, and the little round shield stopped rotating, and with a whistle, he flew into the Tianxu ring.

"Thank you for your praise, senior, I'm just a temporary lucky draw." Xiao Wenbing said modestly.

Lucky? The two old Taoists looked at each other. If it was once, it might be a lucky one, but ten times in a row, I am afraid that even if the goddess of luck was held in his arms, there would be no such coincidence.

However, they would not say these words. HP filled up with a smile and asked, "Fellow Daoist is too humble. I wonder how many years have you been learning to refine weapons?"

Xiao Wenbing calculated in his heart and answered honestly: "It's been more than half a year."

"Half...half a year?"

"That's right, this little round shield is the first graffiti work of my younger generation, and it's really not worth mentioning."

"First, is this your first time?"

Xiao Wenbing was secretly angry. If this sentence is heard by someone, I still don’t know what it would be like to misunderstand. The first time, it’s your first time.

He pulled his face and barely smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes in his words: "Yes, it's the first time... the first time to refine the weapon."

HP and others opened their eyes round, and their eyes looked at Xiao Wenbingdi as if they were looking at a rare treasure, full of incredible things.

Xiao Wenbing touched his nose and said to himself. I was not lying, it was indeed the first time I refining it... It was a success. Of course, the scrap copper and iron in the Tianxu ring are naturally not counted.

"Fellow Daoist, I am really talented. I only see you in my life." HP glared for a while, finally withdrew his gaze and sighed, "Fellow Daoist's technique of hundreds of stacks is superb, and it is done in one go, and the old Taoist priest is ashamed of himself."

Nodding secretly, Xiao Wenbing inadvertently felt a little disdainful. This old Taoist priest didn't have any real skills, but it was just a few tens of them, which made him feel ashamed of himself.

Master Huiming also sighed. He praised this young man from the Jindan stage.

Xiao Wenbing stood with a smile. After two years of practice in the Secret Talisman Sect, he was no longer surprised by the surprised expressions of such old Taoist priests. Just as he was about to say two humble words, he saw a very familiar figure swaying in from outside the door.

"Master?" Xiao Wenbing welcomed him happily.

Old Taoist Xianyun laughed. Whenever he saw this proud disciple, he would feel sincere pride and gratitude.

However, the old Taoist Xianyun glanced at him and immediately saw three uninvited guests in the room. What kind of eyesight is he? He could tell at a glance that the three people's realms were above the Nascent Soul, and the two old Taoists even reached the stage of passing the tribulation. His cultivation was not inferior to himself.

"I'm HP, may I ask the Taoist Daoist's Dharma Number?"

"HP? The Master HP, whose name is Hui of the two elders, is from the two elders?" asked Xianyun, in surprise.

HP's slightest attack, nodding with a smile.

Xiao Wenbing pulled the sleeves of the old Taoist Xianyun and said, "Master, are these two guys very famous?"

The old Taoist Xianyun's face turned red. This disciple was really ignorant. He asked this on someone's territory and was really ungrateful. He had a stern face. He said, "Master HP is the best in the cultivation world. A famous weapon refining master."

"Master of Weapon Refining?" Xiao Wenbing looked at the two of them with extreme suspicion. He asked softly: "Master. You remember correctly, are you?"

"Of course not." Old Taoist Xianyun said for sure.

"But..." Xiao Wenbing bowed his head and said in a very low voice: "He can't even make ten stacks into one. Is this a weapon refining master?"

"Ten stacks into one? What's the matter?" Old Master Xianyun heard it inexplicably.

Xiao Wenbing explained helplessly: "It is the technique of hundreds of stacks. After ten stacks, will the magic weapon be advanced to the next level?"

"Oh..." Old Taoist Xianyun nodded as if he suddenly realized the truth. Suddenly, his expression condensed and he said angrily: "What does it mean to not even reach the ten-fold to the first. This hundred-fold technique is the supreme Taoist art. Not to mention the ten-fold to the first, even if it is four-fold or five-fold, it is already an extremely rare thing."

Xiao Wenbing blinked his bright big eyes and said meaningful "ah".

The old Taoist Xianyun scolded the disciple and turned to HP and smiled: "My disciple has a short time to start, and he doesn't know the world and is talking nonsense. I'll forgive me, brother."

Although Xiao Wenbingdi spoke lightly, he could hear clearly with the cultivation of HP and his two. The two brothers smiled bitterly, and ten times more than one, and in the mouth of this young man in the Dan Killing Stage, it turned out to be something as easy as a matter of slightest.

However, his master is also interesting. Didn’t he know that his disciple had already refined a finished product?
Chapter completed!