My husband is a time traveler!

Chapter 110 Li Meng ()

Wanyanjing's half-closed eyelids moved. She regained some consciousness and found that her dark vision had recovered. Through the slit in her eyes, she saw Wang Xiaolan, who was very arrogant a second ago, with a pale face at this time. Bai, when he spoke, his voice trembled involuntarily because he was forced by Azhu's pressure, like an iron-toothed rabbit trembling in the face of a jackal, but still holding on to its good teeth.

If she saw Wang Xiaolan like this normally, she would definitely laugh out loud with joy.

But now she just wanted to hold her forehead and sigh.

Sister, is face more important or life more important?

We are both in the Grandmaster realm, but you can't beat the old Grandmaster, so why can't you run away?

It seems that she is a little jealous. Wang Xiaolan's external realm is that of an innate warrior. Although Wanyanjing detects some clues in Huo Xiang's memory, she does not want to admit that Wang Xiaolan is a grand master.

But from what they said before, her guess probably came true. Wang Xiaolan was really a master at such a young age.

I don't know the depth of this path. Wanyanjing had no idea about these realms before learning martial arts. But when she started practicing martial arts, she knew how difficult the master realm was.

Although innate warriors are also masters, you can find quite a few by searching the world.

But the masters of the Grandmaster realm within a country can be counted with just one slap.

If Wang Xiaolan disclosed that she was a master, King Qin would never dare to demote her casually. Even if Huo Xiang fell, he would still treat her respectfully.

Sitting in trance and taking photos, he has formed a lineage of his own, and is called a master.

It is said that after becoming an innate warrior, he gathered the essence of hundreds of martial arts schools and understood the mysterious method of refining, which can be regarded as an introduction to the magical power of sitting in a trance.

Then repeatedly refine your own way and open up your own "sacred bridge".

After the Shenqiao is opened, it still needs to go through the test of life and death. According to Huo Xiang, practice is the only criterion for testing truth.

Can you do this? Is the bridge strong?

It requires the impact of blood and death crisis to determine the outcome.

The winner is the master, the loser is the corpse.

Many innate warriors are unable to break through to the state of divine sitting and illumination throughout their lives.

They can live to be 140 or 50 years old, which is twice as long as ordinary people. Of course, they don't want to take that risk, so they only consider making a breakthrough when they reach the end of their lifespan.

But it’s not that easy in the Grandmaster realm.

An aging spiritual body, which at its peak did not have the will to be aggressive and fight against the odds, and did not dare to set foot in that field, can it become stronger when it gets older just by wanting to survive?

Every master is indispensable for his intelligence, courage and perseverance.

As for how to temper, what is the "Tao", and what the "Shenqiao" is specifically, Wanyanjing, a third-rate warrior, doesn't quite understand. She can know the secrets of the Grandmaster realm that ordinary people don't know, all thanks to Huo Xiang's Fragmentary memories and the privileged status of a former royal princess.

Wang Xiaolan did not run away. She put away her long bow. Her brows suddenly became calm and determined. Her delicate facial features condensed an elusive chilling air. Her timidity and fear disappeared from her body like running water.

I don’t know how Monk Azhu felt. Anyway, Wan Yanjing faced Wang Xiaolan who was immersed in fighting. For the first time, she had no idea of ​​competition and confrontation. She felt that Wang Xiaolan could crush her to death with one finger.

If possible, she hoped that when the two were fighting, Azhu would think she was in the way and throw her aside. She really didn't want to be caught in the middle of the two and be accidentally injured or something.

"Zheng!"

The arrow box on Wang Xiaolan's back buzzed automatically, and the side wall suddenly bounced open, and a purple flowing two-foot jade sword flew out of it.

Her aura also increased steadily with the sword, and there was a strange resonance and synergistic rhythm between the person and the sword. The jade sword buzzed excitedly, and there was a hint of restlessness in the air. It seemed that he was happy and impatient to see a rare opponent, just like Wang Xiaolan's bright eyes.

An arrow box is also a sword box.

No one knows that the long bow Wang Xiaolan usually carries is not what she is best at.

Raising a sword for twenty years is called the Twenty White Sword. This sword made of Kunlun black iron jade is called the Twenty White Sword.

Wanyanjing knew she had this sword, but she had never seen it before.

Wang Xiaolan and Huo Xiang are the same age and they met when they were young.

On the fifth year of his marriage to Qingzhou, Huo Xiang met his uncle Qin Zheng by chance, who had established his own family at that time, so he was sent back. It was not long after that that he met Wang Xiaolan.

Probably Huo Xiang, the idiot, saw at a glance that Xiao Xiaolan was extraordinary and had the idea of ​​​​cultivating a close friend, so he pulled her out of the bitter sea of ​​house fighting and recommended her to a reclusive old woman to learn from her.

This old female man is Huo Xiang's uncle in terms of seniority, and has some unclear relationship with Huo Xiang's master.

Unfortunately, the old woman was injured in her early years and died within a few years. After that, Wang Xiaolan followed Huo Xiang around.

This twenty-white sword was also given to Wang Xiaolan by the female boss.

The twenty-year period has long passed, and the sword energy has been fully developed, but Wang Xiaolan has never had a chance to unsheath it. Now, the sharp edge has begun to show, and its brilliance is scorching.

Grandmaster's Middle Realm versus Grandmaster Dzogchen. Although he is defeated, he strives to fight!

Wang Xiaolan pointed forward with the tip of her sword, moving forward indomitably.

A'zhu's eyelids that had been drooping raised, he looked a little more serious, and blurted out a compliment.

"What a sword!"

The sword energy that she has cultivated for twenty years since she was a child contains Wang Xiaolan’s diligence in these twenty years. It is not only the sword energy, but also the Tao that she has experienced for more than twenty years. As long as she is not a great master, who can see it? We must avoid its sharp edges.

"You are the descendant of Liang Shixiu." Ah Zhu affirmed, his expression fluctuated slightly, as if he had recalled something.

"Do you know my master?"

"I'm your master's old friend. I thought she died forty years ago, but I didn't expect she's still alive. How is she lately?" Ah Zhu no longer calls himself Lao Na. He has restrained his pressure and looks kind. He had learned a lot, and looking at Wang Xiaolan was like looking at an ignorant junior.

"Ha!" Wang Xiaolan sneered, "She died about twenty years later than you thought, and the grass on her grave has been cut countless times. And my master has only one friend who is still alive. Unfortunately, it is not you."

A Zhu didn't care about her sarcasm and murmured: "Did she tell you? Then your only friend is talking about Master Yao, right?"

Wang Xiaolan frowned but did not deny it.

The wrinkles on A'zhu's face lifted up, and he seemed to be smiling: "When I first met your master, she was only twenty years old, and she was still a little girl. I was the abbot of a certain temple. At that time, there were many people in the world. An idler wrote a ranking list of martial arts, and I was ranked third, so your master came to challenge me at my 100th birthday party."

"Liang Shixiu Liang Nuxia was promoted to the Innate Warrior at the age of nineteen. She has been singing all the way since then. She is indeed a young genius. But to challenge me, a centenarian, it is not close to be honest. I only made one move and your master lost. She is not willing to accept it. , so I came every year after that.”

(End of this chapter)