surnamed Wang

Chapter 130 Who Taught You This Sword Art
"Okay, you guys hurry up and leave this place to me." Seeing that the matter was done, Wang Gingquan ordered everyone to evacuate, and Nie Yingxue took the opportunity to help Zhong Li who had fallen to the ground.

"Oh Amitabha, meeting is fate, since you are here, let's stay together!"

Monk Laitou, who had been hanging out for a long time, finally spoke.

"Come on!"

Wang Gingquan didn't care about reminiscing about the past, he directly pushed the three of them out, and then immediately slapped back, facing the chasing monk's slap.

The two exchanged only one move and then separated immediately, each taking a few steps back.

This monk is not simple!
Although Wang Gangquan had already made psychological preparations in advance, but after the real fight, he couldn't help being shocked, this person's cultivation level was not inferior to his.

Monk Lai Tou was also surprised, he thought for a moment, and then he understood:

"It turns out that you are the Foundation Establishment cultivator I lost that day, you and I are really destined."

"To make a fool of yourself!"

Before finding out the opponent's strength, Wang Gingquan didn't want to think about it. Although the opponent saw the strength clearly at a glance, it was also expected.

Before leaving, Wang Gingquan specially divided the realgar into several shares in case of emergencies.

At this time, he took out another bag from his arms, tore open the package, and then raised his hand, but instead of throwing it at the other party, he sprinkled it on himself.

The other party may have many weird tricks hidden, he intends to break one by one.

"Do you think that you can prevent the poor monk's Immortal Gu?"

As soon as he finished speaking, thousands of Gu worms, as if they had been ordered, no longer cared about the realgar on the ground, and began to rush towards Wang Quanquan fearlessly.

Seeing this, Wang Gingquan frowned, apparently not expecting this move.

When the densely packed beetles were less than five steps away from him, Wang Gingquan, who was still frowning, suddenly relaxed. He didn't expect to win with just a few packets of realgar. of kerosene, and then threw it at the beetle on the ground.

The pig's bladder was already thin, but when it touched the sharp stone on the ground, it exploded instantly, and the kerosene wrapped in it immediately splashed in all directions. Most of the Gu insects were unable to react in time, and were directly contaminated.

Wang Gingquan quickly took out the fire folder, lit it and threw it into the pile of Gu worms, the raging fire ignited instantly, covering all the Gu worms in a flash, thick smoke billowed in an instant, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt.

He looked at the monk on the opposite side through the firelight, and wanted to see the expression on the other side, but unexpectedly, the monk who should have been standing there disappeared at this time.

not good!

Wang Gangquan felt a gust of cold wind blowing from behind, he subconsciously lowered his body, and in the next second, a big hand swept over the position where his head was just now with the sound of the wind.

Wang Gangquan only felt his scalp go numb, but fortunately he reacted quickly, if this happened to him, wouldn't he have to open the scoop directly?
He took the opportunity to rush forward quickly, distanced himself from the old monk behind him.

"Hey, you're still a fucking monk, and you'll plot against people behind your back."

Wang Gangquan, whose head was almost smashed off, was not forgiving, and cursed directly.

The old monk didn't speak a word, he narrowed his eyes, and from time to time there was a gloomy look in them.

"Why don't you talk anymore? It's embarrassing?" Wang Gangquan continued to humiliate him with words, but his right hand was sneaking behind his back and fiddled with something.

"Ignorant child, show off your tongue for a while, and when the poor monk catches you, he will feed you to my Immortal Gu!"

Monk Laitou completely gave up his hypocritical image of a master and revealed his true colors.

"Oh? Just by you?"

In terms of words, few people are Wang Gangquan's opponents. Monk Laitou simply didn't talk nonsense with him, and directly used the method of shrinking the ground to an inch, and came in front of him in an instant.

"Damn it!" This hand of kingship was really unexpected.

Suddenly frightened, Wang Gingquan's figure retreated, and at the same time, he swung his right hand hidden behind him with all his strength, and Monk Laitou was directly wrapped in yellow smoke.

"I'm so old, I can't bear this kind of stimulation."

Seeing that the other party did not respond for a long time, Wang Gangquan couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

"Are you finished?"

At this moment, a voice sounded from behind him, and in the next second, Wang Gangquan, who was still surprised, was shot and flew out. Before he landed during the flight, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn it, this time I really ran into a tricky idea."

Wang Quanquan struggled to stand up after falling, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Because there were so many rocks on the mountain, at this moment, he no longer had the calm look he had before, but looked extremely embarrassed.

At this time, his clothes were ragged, and there was a large blood stain on his chest. Even the mask was smashed to pieces.

"Old monk, this is Rui Fuxiang's fine silk cloth, you have to pay me for it."

Pulling the tattered gown on his body, Wang Gangquan was dissatisfied.

He seemed relaxed at this moment, but he regretted it extremely in his heart, why didn't he bring the guy here?

At this moment, a voice sounded from behind: "The young hero takes the sword!"

If he really dozed off, someone would hand him a pillow, Wang Gingquan didn't care so much, he just reached out and caught the Zhemei thrown by Nie Yingxue.

"Why are you back again?"

At this time, there were already three people standing behind him, and they were Yan Rongrong and others who had escaped just now.

"We don't trust you." It was Yan Rongrong who spoke.

Wang Gangquan was moved after hearing this, he is determined to marry this girl!

"You guys back off first, I'm going to make a bigger move!"

Moved is moved, this battle is no longer something they can participate in.

Wang Gingquan turned around and faced Monk Laitou again. Unlike before, now that he had a weapon in his hand, his confidence was naturally much stronger.

He lowered his figure, held the sword in his left hand, and pressed the hilt with his right hand. After drinking "Jianyi, Bingzhou!", his figure immediately disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Monk Laitou.

Wang Gingquan swung his sword quickly, pointing the tip at the monk's throat, but...the sword didn't have a point...

So, under the astonished eyes of everyone, Monk Laitou retreated slightly, avoiding this supposedly fatal sword.

"Depend on!"

Wang Gangquan couldn't help swearing, and Nie Yingxue, who was not far behind, covered her face: I forgot to say this.

Seeing that the blow cut through the air, Wang Bingquan quickly retracted his sword and retreated, distanced himself from the monk on the opposite side.

The Thirteen Forms of Jinghong focused on accumulating momentum. Wang Gangquan's retreat was undoubtedly a self-defeating momentum, but now he can only retreat and look for another opportunity.

"Who taught you this sword technique?"

Monk Laitou now seems to be interested in the swordsmanship performed by Wang Bingquan.

Wang Gingquan still stood with his sword in his hand, his left thumb resting on the gauntlet, ready to attack again at any time.

"You don't know if you tell me, and it's useless to ask."

His words were used to delay time, the purpose was to wait for the other party to reveal his own flaws. While speaking, he pressed his fingers and put them down. He had repeated many times, but he still didn't find the right time.

Unexpectedly, the monk seemed to have realized something, nodded and said: "The words of the almsgiver are full of Zen ideas, and the poor monk is taught." After speaking, the monk folded his hands and bowed his head.

"There is a flaw!" Wang Gingquan's eyes flashed, and the sword sheathed was unsheathed again, and he used the Thirteen Stunning Stances again.

The old monk remained motionless, bowed his head obediently, but Wang Gangquan's thoughts suddenly changed, could there be some deceit?I can't control that much anymore, since the sword has been unsheathed, and it is not stained with blood, I will never look back!
(End of this chapter)