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"Miss Wu, what about you?"
Wu Su'e smiled, and took a step closer to Chen Qingyu:
"I want to stay with him, so I won't go."
"Uh……"
Wang Pojun was a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice:
"That's all right, I'm the one who bothered you."
"After this matter is over, we have the opportunity to get together for a few drinks."
Chen Qingyu nodded and said with a smile:
"Okay."
Wang Pojun nodded, saluted the two of them, and quickly said goodbye and left.
Throughout:
Accompanied by Wang Pojun's visit, the eyes of many venerables around them all focused on them, with different expressions and discussions:
"Unexpectedly, they actually knew the descendants of the Wang family? It seems that the background is bigger than we imagined."
"More than that, seeing that they are quite familiar, I am afraid that these two are really the true heirs and direct descendants of some holy land."
"Tsk tsk, this time the inheritance of the holy king is only possible to appear in the world, and it has attracted so many powerful guys..."
"I'm afraid this time it will be miserable! Who can compete with the Wang family?"
"That's right, don't say you can't compete, even if you can, do you still dare to fight them? Do you want to die?"
"I only hope that there are more things left by the inheritance of the Holy King. We can share some leftovers, and it is not in vain..."
The voices of many venerables were noisy.
And on the other side:
Many of Wang's disciples are scattered in the central area, and the leading triplet brother is sitting cross-legged in the middle, closing his eyes and meditating.
After Wang Pojun returned to the center of the platform:
The Tianchong Realm Sword Cultivator in the middle suddenly opened his eyes, and asked in a flat tone:
"Pojun, do you know those two people?"
"Yes."
Wang Pojun bowed immediately, bowed his head and said:
"Reporting to the Seventh Uncle, those two, one is the noble daughter of the Taihuang Wu family, and the other... is the direct descendant of the Chang Luo Chen family, both are my friends."
"Oh?"
The man known as the Seventh Uncle raised his eyebrows, and his expression returned to normal, and he commented casually:
"The Taihuang Wu family and Chang Luo Chen family have always been close, and they both wear a pair of trousers."
"It's not uncommon for direct descendants of two families to come together."
As he said that, he suddenly changed his subject, looked at Wang Pojun, and asked:
"However, since it's your friend, why don't you invite me here?"
"Wouldn't it appear that my family, Mrs. Wang, has lost his manners if it is spread out?"
Wang Pojun lowered his head and defended in a low voice:
"Report to Seventh Uncle."
"The nephews and grandchildren have already invited them, but they don't want to come, and the nephews and grandchildren can't force it, so let's just let it go."
The man frowned slightly, then relaxed it quickly, and said lightly;
"Since they don't want to come, forget it."
"Even if this matter gets out, it's not my Wang's disrespect."
After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes again, adjusted his breath and rested his mind, without looking at Wang Pojun again.
Wang Pojun straightened up, secretly heaving a sigh of relief.
"Ha ha……"
At this time, he heard a lot of cousins around him laughing in low voices, and the eyes they looked at him were also full of jokes and ridicule.
He turned a blind eye to this, with a normal expression, walked to a corner, and sat down cross-legged on his own.
He lost his father since he was a child, and his father was notorious and was beaten as a traitor during his lifetime.
The white eyes, neglect, and bullying from his peers that he suffered since he was a child are enough;
Especially when he rose up strongly later and blocked the way of many people of the same generation in the clan, the various secret suppression of him was even more obvious.
He has long been used to all this, and only when he can't bear it, he will fight with the sword in his hand.
"Ouch!"
After Wang Pojun took his seat, the two disciples of the Wang family deliberately raised their voices slightly.
"Even if you don't want to invite someone over, how dare you call him a friend?"
"That's right, I think it's probably just an acquaintance who has met a few times and nodded, the lonely star of Tiansha, where is the friend?"
"Heh, even if you're really a friend, you still don't know how to flatter..."
Their voices were just enough for Wang Pojun to hear, but they would not spread out and fall into the ears of other venerables.
However:
They thought that Wang Pojun would be silent as usual, but the latter suddenly turned his head and looked at them coldly:
"Have you said enough?"
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"you……"
The expressions of the two changed slightly.
None of them expected:
Just as usual, he casually mocked Wang Pojun a few words, but Wang Pojun had such a big reaction, as if he had been stimulated.
Before they could say anything, Wang Pojun said with a cold face:
"I know what you guys think."
"I admire me, but I'm jealous of me; I'm afraid of me, but I hate me; I have the courage to bicker, but I don't have the courage to fight with me."
"If it were normal, I wouldn't bother to argue with you..."
As he spoke, his tone gradually became low:
"However, you can mock me, but it's wrong to belittle my friends!"
"Do you know who he is?"
"Only you, are you worthy of talking about 'ignorance of flattery'?"
"If he can come over and say a few words to you, he will give you great face. I'm afraid you can brag from now until you die of old age in the future."
Hear his words:
One person suddenly showed dissatisfaction, and directly argued:
"You are so arrogant. Could it be that you know a certain elder of the Chen family? Are you still talking here without shame..."
"Cough cough!"
Another disciple of the Wang family coughed heavily, and quickly pulled him away:
"Don't say a few words!"
"If he wants to openly challenge you to fight swords, can you beat him? Then you will be ashamed..."
The figures of the two gradually fade away together with their voices.
"..."
Wang Pojun retracted his gaze, and couldn't help sighing secretly:
"It is the fearlessness of the ignorant."
He straightened out his thoughts, collected distracting thoughts, closed his eyes again, and seized the time to practice exercises.
…………
Time flies.
Many venerables on the top of the mountain watched the sun set and rise in the sky, and the day passed by in a hurry.
This morning:
In the corner of the platform on the top of the mountain, Chen Qingyu, who was sitting on the ground and painstakingly practicing profound arts, suddenly trembled all over and opened his eyes.
The system's notification sound told him that the sign-in place [Tongtianjianxia] had been refreshed again.
"really not bad."
He was delighted, and immediately said silently:
"System! I want to sign in!"
"Ding!"
The crisp and pleasant reminder sounded in Chen Qingyu's mind again:
"The host has signed in for the third time at [Tongtian Sword Gorge]!"
"Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the magic weapon of the Nine Heavens Yingyuan Thunder God Puhua Tianzun - the sword soul of the Nine Prison Heaven Xingjian!"
The voice fell:
Chen Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and thoughts surged in his mind:
"Soul of the sword? It's not a magical power, nor a magic weapon, but a 'soul of the sword'?"
It was the first time for him to receive this type of reward.
It is neither a supernatural power, which is biased towards information; nor is it the magic weapon entity, but the so-called sword soul.
What kind of reward is this sword soul?
In the next moment, his question was answered——
"boom!"
In the dark, an unpredictable force came down.
Chen Qingyu trembled all over, and that kind of numbness appeared again.
The only difference is that this time, he can almost feel it clearly - there is an electric current rushing in from his sky cap, sinking all the way into his body.
That "current" didn't finally stop until it poured into the sea of blood and reached the Nine Heavens.
"call!"
Chen Qingyu took a deep breath, quickly recovered his state, subconsciously exercised his mind, and contemplated his body:
In an instant:
He clearly "saw" it, a long sword flickering with lightning, floating in his nine heavens.
This long sword was covered in pitch black, with thunder spirit patterns engraved on it.
The front of this sword seems to record all the mysteries about thunder between heaven and earth, including thunder breaking the sky and earth, thunder breeding yin and yang, thunder entering the sea and combining creatures... and so on.
On the other side of the sword, there are many punishments and laws recorded, ranging from emperors, generals and ministers, to traffickers and pawns, and even gods and Buddhas, all of which are covered by this "Law of Heaven and Earth".
"This... is this the Nine Prison Heaven Xing Sword?"
Chen Qingyu subconsciously held his breath, shocked.
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