Heart Survey

Chapter 382 Eight Tone Flame Sparrow
Generally speaking, the threshold for the cultivation of the first-class middle-grade Taoism is the cultivation of the inner government.

This so-called threshold of practice can be intuitively described. If the first-grade low-grade Taoism only needs to exert one power source to the extreme, and some middle-grade Taoism must use two power sources or even four power sources. Based on five power sources, this is the threshold of cultivation that is difficult to cross.

However, some talented people can naturally reduce the demand for certain or even certain types of Taoism, or they can naturally promote Taoism with less consumption than those of the same realm.Just like the Fengque Zhenling of Fenglin City King Changxiang and Zhang Linchuan's Thunder Snake Real Spirit, they can make them master Taoism by leaps and bounds.

In addition to the case of extraordinary talent, another exception is the creation of Taoism that belongs to oneself.

Because he is the creator of Taoism, he deeply understands the principle of its release, and he creates it on the basis of himself.

Countless flame sparrows flew around, each singing its own sound.

At the center of the Taoist bombing, Jiang Wang saw Zhang Yong's eyes.

See the deep despair and pleading in his eyes.

"Don't say it, please!"

With such a deep pleading look in his eyes.

If it is possible, even if it is abandoned here, Zhang Yong is reluctant to use the pupil technique.

Because in the history of the Fengxian Zhang Clan, no one was good at pupil art, and once they used it, they were exposed.Then everything that had been painstakingly planned before, those sacrifices, plots, blood and tears... all became phantoms.

However, getting rid of jealousy is completely an instinctive reaction of the body.

After that, Jiang Wang's sense of crisis was triggered, which led to the advent of the Eight-tone Flame Sparrow in advance - this inscription technique, Jiang Wang was originally prepared for Wang Yiwu.

Now Zhang Yong is very sure that Jiang Wang has discovered his secret.

But he had no choice.There were so many people at the scene, Jiang Wuqi, Li Longchuan, Xu Xiangqian... No matter which one was easy, it was not easy.

Unless he can kill Jiang Wang at the first moment when he notices Tongshu, but if he can't use Tongshu, he has no chance.However, using the pupil technique to kill Jiang Wang is also equivalent to exposing himself, and the result is no different.

What's more, with Jiang Wang's current combat power, even if he uses his pupil technique with all his strength... it may not be possible.

With such a thorough plan and arrangement, he successfully passed through the secret realm of Tianfu, coped with the investigation of the Qingpai head arrester, and finally got into Jiang Wuqi's side safely, and even the Daqi royal family could not find out his heels.

He never thought of it.Only in a chance encounter in Yunwu Mountain, it was just a step-by-step chess move, a simple implementation plan, and suddenly went into a desperate situation!
The despair and pleading in his eyes are real and specific emotions.

Because everything he walked along the way was tied to Jiang Wang's thoughts.

And Jiang Wang, how will he decide?
……

In the eyes of everyone watching the battle on the pavilion.

The sea of ​​​​clouds in Yunwu Mountain surged several miles away, and was slowly gathered back by the power of the magic circle of Tianxiang Yunge.

The octaves curled, and the flame sparrows dispersed.

Zhang Yong stood on the cloud in despair, while Jiang Wangjian pointed at his throat.

Victory and defeat.

Jiang Wang gave him a deep look, and then moved the long sword away.

He turned around in the sea of ​​clouds and looked at Jiang Wuqi: "Your Highness, the play is over."

The pavilion was silent for a while.

Then there was applause.

Jiang Wuqi took the lead and said, "Wonderful!"

Then there was thunderous applause!

It seems that this is really regarded as an ordinary sparring, "martial arts".

While clapping his hands vigorously, Xu Xianggan deliberately moved closer to Lei Yikun: "Did Lei's private school only teach the word 'easy'? So although you can't see 'easy', you can only say it's easy! "

Lei Yikun glared at him.

This person is a temperament that is not stimulated, and will move forward now.

A hand rested on his shoulder and told him to be silent.

Jiang Wuqi retracted his hand, clenched his fist, blocked his mouth, and couldn't help coughing a few times.

At this time, Zhang Yong walked up to him with a gloomy expression, and half-knelt down: "Zhang Yong is incompetent, it hurts His Highness's face, and the crime deserves death."

Jiang Wuqi raised his hand lightly, and an invisible force lifted Zhang Yong up: "Fengxian Zhang's unfortunate encounter, and his unique skills have been lost. You have only relied on some superficial exercises, mixed with Confucianism, Dharma, and Taoism, and you have seen it! What hurts my face?"

"It's my palace's fault that the pearls are dusty. After I go back, I'll prepare a full set of exercises for you." His eyes were sincere and focused: "I hope Zhang Qing will not be discouraged, and don't lose his youth."

"Your Highness..." Zhang Yong choked for a while.

Jiang Wuqi turned his head to look at Jiang Wang again, with a full smile: "Today on this Yunwu Mountain, I am very happy to see Jiang Qing's heroic appearance. The matter of the fourteenth younger brother has been revealed, and I will not be concerned about it again. I found you."

What he said was a golden tongue, and there was no reason to go back on his word.

Jiang Wang was actually ready for another fight or even two fights, but seeing Jiang Wuqi's attitude, he put his sword into the sheath and closed it when he saw it, "Your Highness is grand."

Jiang Wuqi smiled and led people down the mountain.

Although Zhang Yong lost a game, but looking at the people around him, except that Lei Yikun was really angry with Xu Xiang, no one showed resentment.

It can be seen that everyone is very convinced of Jiang Wuqi's decision.

People at the time said that the Eleventh Prince was the most similar to Qi Jun. Judging from this brief contact, Jiang Wang had to admit that he did have the spirit of an emperor.

If the opponents were all at the level of the Fourteenth Prince Jiang Wuyong, there would be no suspense in this competition. .

Zhang Yong fell behind the team, and when he walked to the corner of the pavilion, he glanced sideways at Jiang Wang with complicated eyes.

"Why, he still refuses to accept it?" Xu Xianggan asked very alertly.

Jiang Wang said perfunctorily, "Maybe!"

Although there are such twists and turns, in fact, there is nothing in the mind of viewing flowers.But there is no need to change the established things, and the group continues to walk up the mountain.

The pavilion road twists and turns around the mountain, and finally converges to the top of the mountain.

But see, the entire top of the mountain was flattened by manpower.

The pavilion stretches in the air, forming a square pavilion, just above the center of the mountain.

There is a plaque on the front with the word "cloud and fog" written on it.

Yunwu Mountain seems to be based on this Yunwu Pavilion.

And just at the feet of everyone, under the dangling Cloud and Mist Pavilion, a whole lavender flowerbed bloomed.

Although the flower is purple, there is a trace of white mist that rises from the petals and gathers with the clouds and mist on the side of the mountain.

It seems that the thick clouds that cover Yunwu Mountain all year round also have the credit of this Yunwu flower.

The fragrance of clouds and flowers is getting deeper and deeper here.It can't help but make people intoxicated, no wonder it has the reputation of "Heavenly Fragrance".

Everyone looked around in the pavilion, forgetting their worries for a while.

……

Downhill Court Road.

Lei Yikun couldn't help but asked aloud, "Then Jiang Wuyong is too weak and virtuous, but he is also obsessed with Sheji. Why do you need to do this for him, Your Highness?"

He was born in Jiang Wuqi's mother's clan, and he didn't have to worry about some things that others would not be comfortable with.

"It's the fourteenth prince." Jiang Wuqi corrected him.

"Cough cough."

It was windy on the mountain, and he coughed twice before saying a pun: "To maintain the dignity of the Daqi royal family is to maintain the dignity of this palace."

(End of this chapter)