surnamed Wang

Chapter 662 Battlefield
When Wang Gangquan walked out of the main hall, it was already getting late, and the vines and hibiscus all over the mountains and fields were still fiery red, but there was no trace of pinkness. According to Hong Qingyan, Yanhong went to the battlefield three months ago and has not returned yet.

Wang Gangquan walked along the road facing the beautiful scenery of the sunset, and came to Chixia Peak unknowingly. The female cultivators on Chixia Peak are all talented people. Like "Yanjunfeng, it's quite a bit of a heroine.

In the peak, there are not many Yingying and Yanyan, but the singing of Yingyan became clearer. When passing by a house, Wang Gingquan stopped, but the owner was not there. The eaves had been occupied by a bird’s nest. It will be built soon.

After Wang Gangquan lost his mind for a moment, he continued to move forward. Not far away, he saw an orange figure leaning over to sniff the fiery red flowers that could be seen everywhere.

Hearing footsteps, the woman turned her head, smiled softly and said:

"I heard from sister Fairy in the peak that you planted these flowers for a fairy named Yan Hong?"

Wang Gangquan has already explained enough on this issue, he changed the subject and said:
"How do you feel here?"

"pretty good."

The woman responded briefly, and then looked at the man quietly. The latter touched his face subconsciously, and after making sure there was nothing dirty, he said:
"Miss Qiao will practice here first. If she feels homesick, she will go to Hong Qingyan to help open the teleportation formation. I have already agreed with him."

"When did you leave?"

"I should be leaving tomorrow. During the time I'm not here, the girl is good at cultivating. I've already made an agreement with Master. Unless there is no one left in the Lingyun sect, I will never send you to fight."

"Why do you take care of me like this?"

"You came here because of me, I have to be responsible, right?"

After Wang Gangquan finished speaking, he immediately sensed that something was wrong with his words, and wanted to explain, when he saw the woman across from him brushing her hair by her ear, and said with a normal expression:

"Qiao Qiao knows what Zhao Daoyou means."

Wang Gangquan nodded, did not add anything to the situation, exchanged a few pleasantries with the other party, and left.

After walking a long distance and making sure that the woman couldn't see him, Wang Gangquan exhaled deeply.

Before he knew it, he had become what he hated the most, being merciful everywhere, and he might not be as happy as outsiders imagined.

……

The next day, Wang Gingquan boarded the boat bound for the battlefield, accompanied by seven or eight people, among whom several were the most well-prepared.

There were three storage bags tied around the woman's bulging waist, presumably because she had suffered a loss before, and this time she returned to the sect to clean up the family and prepare to get back the place.

The boat supporter is a disciple of the Imperial Hall, whose cultivation base has just reached the Golden Core Stage, and is different from the other rough men in the Imperial Hall who can only work in silence. "Senior" yelled attentively, and Wang Bingquan was embarrassed by the yelling, so he casually pointed out a few cultivation tips.

The name of the disciple of the Imperial Hall is Jiang Zhang. According to him, the Imperial Hall was still in charge of building the boundary-breaking boat and maintaining the defense of the sect at the beginning. will be easily breached.

Jiangzhang has traveled dozens of times from the Zongmen to the battlefield in the past few months, transporting hundreds of monks. Wang Gangquan tried to ask for a few names, and there were indeed people who had been on this ship.

The battlefield where the Three Immortals and the Yangcang Realm intersect is divided into four areas, which are located in the four directions of southeast, northwest, respectively. The little elder Xu Junyu and the Zhongfeng elder Guihualou are in the southern battlefield, Lu Han is in the eastern battlefield, and Li Tiedan, a disciple of Wang Gangquan In the western battlefield, as for the rest of the people, Jiangzhang is not clear.

The change of personnel on the battlefield was decided by Hong Qingyan. In order to ensure that the monks were absolutely rational and would avoid being impulsive, he deliberately separated the acquaintances.

This kind of thankless and hated job is probably only a guy like Hong Qingyan who is scolded as a profiteer all day long can bear it.

Wang Gangquan once asked him about the whereabouts of several of his disciples, but he still failed to get the "extrajudicial favor" from the other party, because he was afraid that he would disregard the overall situation for the sake of his disciples.

In this matter, Wang Gingquan didn't blame him, but before he left, he couldn't help kicking the other party's ass a few times.

……

A group of people came to the southern battlefield, which is adjacent to Jutu Realm and under the rule of Sanxian, and the battle is not as dangerous as anywhere else.

As the boundary boat docked, Wang Gingquan stepped on a broken star and saw several familiar figures as soon as his feet touched the ground.

The elder Guihualou and Xu Junyu were discussing something in a low voice, while Nanfeng Zuiwu, the deputy master of the Sword Hall, leaned on his sword not far away and looked to the northeast, with worry in his eyes from time to time.

What pleased Wang Bingquan the most was seeing his disciple Hong Mao here, who was showing off to his companions with two swords at the moment, the one with the blue pattern was the one he had been carrying with him since Jiuyuan, and was created by Mr. Ye's broken rust. The sword was made of meteoric iron, and as for the shiny silver one, it was a real magic weapon.

When Wang Gingquan seized She Ziying back then, he had an extra spear with wisdom in his hand. His aptitude in spearmanship was mediocre, so he kept it sealed in the storage bag.

Later, when the old man met again, he used the technique of transforming the silver spear into a long sword and gave it to this disciple who hadn't paid much attention to teaching. Hong Mao got the sword as if he had found a treasure, and he never left his body with the sword all day long. He also learned from his master It looks like he has two swords on his shoulders.

……

Wang Gingquan stepped forward and patted Hong Mao on the shoulder. The latter turned his head, was taken aback for a moment, and then said with surprise on his face:
"Master!?"

"Why are you alone, Tang Xin?"

"He has been transferred to another battlefield. Are you also assigned here, Master?"

Wang Gangquan shook his head, "My mission is different from yours. I can go anywhere on the battlefield, commonly known as a free man."

"As expected of a master, the card face."

Wang Gingquan smiled, and was about to say hello to the others when he suddenly remembered something, stopped and said seriously:
"Hong Mao, even I can't take care of myself in this battle, so don't spread hatred any more."

"Master, you have discussed it with Master Zhao, how boring it is to just fight without talking?"

Wang Gangquan knocked him on the head with his backhand, "Since we all say that, then you should listen honestly."

This kid was in the Tang Sect back then, relying on some superficial skills to taunt others everywhere, and was finally chased and hacked by the entire dungeon prisoner. I didn't expect that after so long, his temperament still remained the same.

Talking here, the backside is already busy, the storage bag is shining non-stop, and a small mountain of magical artifacts is quickly piled up under the feet.

Upon seeing this, Wang Gangquan couldn't help jokingly said:
"Miss, are you planning to take advantage of the war to sell arms and make money for the country?"

"You know what a fart, when the enemy attacks you will hate that there are too few magic weapons."

The two elders in front finally finished talking at this time, and when they turned around and saw Wang Gangquan, they both gave Hong Mao a look, first stunned and then happy.

Seeing this, Wang Gangquan couldn't help muttering in his heart, what's going on with these two old guys today, they don't look good when they see themselves normally?
The two were about to step forward to talk, when a wild laughter suddenly sounded from the sky behind:
"You bastards from the Three Immortals Realm, how dare you come?"

"Who's farting here?"

Hong Mao stepped forward, full of passive ridicule in an instant, and ignored Wang Gangquan's previous words.

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(End of this chapter)