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Pan Jun showed no mercy, knowing that he was quick in making gestures, so he attacked directly.

As I got closer, I heard a soft laugh.

Pan Yun turned around suddenly, and dozens of balls of fire appeared instantly and surrounded her.

The noise was too loud. Even though the two of them deliberately moved away and set up a barrier, Wang Cong and others who were sitting by the fire still saw it.

They stood up quickly and stood on tiptoe, trying to look into the distance.

"Boss, what's going on? Setting off fireworks?"

"Bullshit, who would set off fireworks in the wild at night? Besides, those don't look like fireworks, they look more like balls of fire floating in the air."

"This, this, this, isn't this a will-o'-the-wisp?"

"Isn't it said that will-o'-the-wisp is blue? This doesn't look like it, and it's floating too high."

Wang Cong's heart was pounding. He grabbed Hu Jing and pulled him aside, saying, "They are cultivators, but we don't know who they are or why they came. They don't dare to kill people casually, of course, except for the evil cultivators. I'll give you a horse, you run first."

Hu Jing: "Coming for me?"

"Who knows?" Wang Cong said, "If it's not coming for you, then it's best if you run away. We won't be in danger. If it's coming for you, then we won't be in danger either."

Hu Jing: ...

Wang Cong took out all the talismans on his body and stuffed them into his hands, whispering, "Run."

"then you……"

Wang Cong: "Stop talking nonsense. If it really comes towards you, I can still help block it for you."

Hu Jing clenched the talisman in his hand and frowned: "Can you stop them?"

"I can't stop them, but if they are really coming for you, they won't dare to do anything to me." Wang Cong said, "My father is quite famous in the cultivation world."

He picked the best horse and brought it to Hu Jing. Just as he was about to push him onto the horse, his heart skipped a beat and he turned around abruptly. In mid-air, a man rushed towards him with great force...

Wang Cong didn't even see the man's face clearly, he only saw five fingers grabbing towards him quickly. Without thinking, he waved his hands in front of him, and a Tai Chi circle appeared in front of him. At the same time, he clapped his left hand, and the peach wood plate hanging on his waist emitted a bright light, covering him and Hu Jing.

It seemed like a lot of movements, but it only took a moment. After he finished defending and was about to attack the opponent, with a bang, Pan Jun came from the side like a meteor, grabbed Zhang Ziming's hand, and pulled him away in a flash.

Wang Cong and Hu Jing looked up in amazement.

Pan Yun's voice rang in their ears: "Roast your fire and leave early tomorrow morning. This matter has nothing to do with you."

Wang Cong and Hu Jing watched the two people flash by in the air, and the fireball in the air slowly disappeared, and everything returned to calm.

The guys who were looking up at the sky had no idea what had just happened, because it happened so fast and their attention was still on the fireball in the air.

At this moment, the fireball disappeared. They looked back and saw Wang Cong holding a horse in his hand. They asked hurriedly, "Master, are we going to set off tonight?"

Wang Cong silently loosened the horse rope, patted the glowing mahogany sign on his waist, and said, "No, I saw that the horse was hungry. It kept barking just now. It's okay. Let's rest quickly. We have to set off early tomorrow morning."

Hu Jing also sat back by the fire silently.

The two of them were silent for a long time before Wang Cong asked, "Hero Hu, when are you leaving?"

Hu Jing: "Are you chasing me away?"

Wang Cong said quickly: "No, I just want to prepare myself mentally. I have prepared some silver for you..." "No need," Hu Jing said: "I promised Pan Yun that I will not run away."

This means I have to follow him all the time.

Wang Cong remained silent.

Hu Jing was silent for a long time before he spoke: "Is your junior uncle's cultivation level considered high in your industry?"

Wang Cong said complacently: "The first marquis."

Hu Jing lowered his eyes: "Jianghu people are not like you. There is a clear division of martial arts skills. We all fight directly, challenging one by one, and attacking one by one. The one who wins is stronger, and if it is a tie, we are evenly matched. Unlike you, I heard that the one with higher skills can tell the other party's skills with just a glance."

Wang Cong said: "It's not that powerful, but we do have divisions in cultivation, because the opening of the orifice meridians can be known by the flow of Yuanli in the body."

"We cultivate for enlightenment and to seek truth, not for combat power, let alone fighting. Therefore, we don't use a decisive battle to determine who is superior. If we really fight to the death, the first marquis may not be unable to kill the second marquis, because experience is involved, and people with ruthless hearts also have a better chance of winning."

Hu Jing seemed to be thinking about something.

Wang Cong saw that he was concerned, so he said, "Although you Jianghu people don't have any levels, we actually have them for you."

Hu Jing raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

Wang Cong said: "It is divided according to the depth of internal strength."

Hu Jing sneered: "Some people hardly practice internal skills, but are good at external skills. They may not be unable to kill people with internal strength."

Wang Cong nodded: "So it's just a standard we use for our own judgment, and we don't ask the people in the martial arts world to follow the same calculation."

He said: "This is the division method of Longhushan Academy. This is done to warn students that there are always people better than you.

We, the third and fourth year students, have to go out to gain experience and venture into the martial arts world, which means we will inevitably have to interact with martial artists."

"Many of our students practice internal skills. Most of the external skills are swordsmanship and boxing. The rest are magic. To be honest, we can't beat you with magic."

Hu Jing looked unconvinced: "The move your junior master and Zhang Ziming made just now..."

Wang Cong: "How many people in the world are like my junior master? Zhang Ziming is the dean of Shihua Academy of the Imperial Academy. He is the dean!"

Only then did Hu Jing begin to feel frightened.

Wang Cong smiled and said, "Master Hu, you don't have to be afraid. At the fifth and seventh stage, your Kung Fu, whether it is external or internal, should be at the fourth stage. In the classification we give to Jianghu people, you are already a second-rate master. If you go one step further, you will be a first-rate master."

Hu Jing's eyes flickered: "What about further up?"

"That depends on your talent and luck. If you have the opportunity and understanding, you may be able to enter the Dao through martial arts and become a top-notch martial artist. It may not be impossible for you to become the first marquis."

Hu Jing's eyes sparkled with a dazzling light, and he clasped his fists and said, "Brother Wang, please give me more guidance in the future."

Wang Cong quickly clasped his fists and said, "Master Hu, you are too polite. Of course, we should learn from each other and learn from each other."

The two men smiled at each other. Wang Cong didn't know what Hu Jing was thinking, but although Wang Cong had a smile on his face, he hummed in his heart.

The cunning old fox, the method of dividing the power into five times and seven periods, although the people in the martial arts world never admit it, but those who are experienced in the martial arts world, who doesn't know this method of dividing the combat power of the cultivators?
Why are you pretending to be ignorant?
He just wanted to learn from me how to attain enlightenment, and to take a step further by relying on his junior uncle.

Wang Cong put down his arms and looked at Hu Jing. They both laughed and turned to face the fire, each with their own ulterior motives.

I don't know what happened to my junior uncle. (End of this chapter)