Red Heart Survey

Generally speaking, the threshold for the practice of the first-class middle-grade Taoism is the cultivation base of the inner palace.

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

However, some gifted people can naturally reduce the demand for some or even certain types of Taoism, or they can naturally promote Taoism with less consumption than fellow practitioners. For example, Wang Changxiang of Fenglin City's Wind Sparrow True Spirit and Zhang Linchuan's Thunder Snake True Spirit could allow them to master Taoism at a higher level.

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

Because he is the creator of Taoism, he has a deep understanding of its release principle, and he created it based on himself, which is most suitable for his own conditions and is most suitable for his own performance, so he can also master Taoism in advance with extreme control.

Countless flame sparrows flew around and sang their own sounds.

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

See the deep despair and pleading in his eyes.

"Stop it, please!"

It was the eyes that contained such deep pleading.

If possible, Zhang Yong would not use the pupil technique, even if he was abolished here.

Because in Fengxian Zhang's history, there was no one who was good at pupil art, and it was exposed as soon as it was used. Then everything that was painstakingly planned before, those sacrifices, plans, 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 aroused, which led to the early appearance of the eight-tone flame bird-this Taoist technique, which Jiang Wang originally prepared for Wang Yiwu.

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

But there is nothing he can do. There were so many people present, Jiang Wuqi, Li Longchuan, Xu Xiangqian... no matter which one was easy to deal with.

Unless he can fight Jiang Wang here the first time he notices the pupil technique, but if he can't use the pupil technique, he has no chance. However, using the pupil technique to kill Jiang Wang is equivalent to exposing himself, and the result is the same.

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 Qingpai's headhunter, and finally managed to sneak into Jiang Wuqi's side safely, and even the Daqi royal family failed to find out his heel.

He never thought of it. Only in a chance encounter in Yunwu Mountain, it was just a step-by-step move, a simple plan to get ahead, and he was caught off guard for a while, and he went into a desperate situation!

The desperation and pleading in his eyes are real and concrete emotions.

Because everything he did 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 road.

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

The octave curled up, and the flame sparrow dispersed.

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

The victory and defeat have been divided.

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

Just turning around in this sea of ​​clouds, looking at Jiang Wuqi: "Your Highness, the play is over."

There was a moment of silence on the pavilion road.

Then there was applause.

Jiang Wuqi was the first to clap his hands and said, "Wonderful!"

Then thunderous applause!

It seemed that they really regarded this as an ordinary sparring, "martial arts".

While clapping vigorously, Xu Xianggan moved closer to Lei Yikun on purpose: "Didn't Lei's private school only teach the word 'easy'? So although you can't see 'easy', you can only say easy! "

Lei Yikun glared at him.

This person has a temper that can't be provoked, and he wants to move forward immediately.

A hand on his shoulder silenced him.

Jiang Wuqi withdrew his hand, made a fist, put it in front of his mouth, and couldn't help coughing a few times.

At this time, Zhang Yong walked up to him with a gloomy complexion, and half knelt down: "Zhang Yong is incompetent, hurting His Highness's face, he deserves death."

Jiang Wuqi lightly raised his hand, and Zhang Yong was lifted up by an invisible force: "Fengxian Zhang suffered misfortune, and his unique knowledge was lost. You only rely on some superficial skills, mixed with Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and you are already doing well! What hurts my face?"

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

"Your Highness..." Zhang Yong choked up for a moment.

Jiang Wuqi turned his head to look at Jiang Wang again, with a smile on his face: "I am really happy to see Jiang Qing's heroic appearance on this Yunwu Mountain today. The matter of the fourteenth brother has been exposed, and I will not worry about it again." I'm looking for you."

He speaks with a golden eloquence, and there is no reason to contradict what he says.

Jiang Wang was actually ready to fight one or even two more times, but seeing Jiang Wuqi's attitude, he put his sword back into its sheath, and said, "Your Highness is grand."

Jiang Wuqi smiled, and led the people down the mountain.

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

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

People at the time said that the eleventh prince was the most like Lord Qi. Judging from this brief contact, Jiang Wang had to admit that he did have the air of an emperor.

If the opponents are all at the level of the Fourteenth Prince Jiang Wuyong, there may 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?" Xu Xianggan asked very vigilantly.

Jiang Wang said perfunctorily, "Maybe!"

Although there was such a period of twists and turns, in fact, I have no intention of enjoying the flowers. But there was no need to change the established things, and the group continued to walk up the mountain.

The pavilion road winds around the mountain and finally reaches the top of the mountain.

However, the entire top of the mountain has been leveled by manpower.

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

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

Yunwu Mountain seems to be based on the Yunwu Pavilion.

And just under everyone's feet, under the emptiness of the Yunwu Pavilion, there is a whole lavender flower garden in full bloom.

Although the flowers are purple, there are traces of white mist rising from the petals and gathering with the clouds and mist on the mountain side.

It seems that the thick clouds covering Yunwu Mountain all year round are also due to the cloud and fog flowers.

The fragrance of clouds and flowers became more and more profound here. It is unavoidable to make people intoxicated, so it is no wonder that it has the reputation of "heavenly fragrance".

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

...

Go down the mountain pavilion road.

Lei Yikun couldn't help but asked aloud: "Then Jiang Wuyong is overestimated, has weak talent and morality, and he is also foolishly looking forward to the country. Why do you need to do so much for him, Your Highness?"

He was born in Jiang Wuqi's mother's family, and there are some things that are inconvenient for others to say, but he doesn't have to worry about them.

"It's the Fourteenth Prince." Jiang Wuqi corrected him.

"Ahem."

The wind was strong on the mountain, he coughed twice, and then said with a pun: "Maintaining the dignity of Daqi's royal family is to maintain the dignity of this Palace."