Chapter 363: Younger Son Wang Qingyang (Third Update)

If Zhao Guanghong was hit by the mace in the hand of the golden-armored guard, even if he did not die, he would be crippled.

He did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly took out three yellow flying knives, and quickly backed away.

Three "clang, clang, clang" sounds of metal colliding were heard, three yellow flying knives flew out, and Zhao Guanghong also stepped back more than twenty feet.

The golden-armored guards continued to walk towards Zhao Guanghong, chasing after him.

Zhao Guanghong frowned, and his hands lit up with a dazzling yellow light. He squatted down and pressed his hands to the ground. The two yellow lights disappeared into the ground.

The next moment, dozens of yellow ropes emerged from the ground and wrapped around the body of the golden armored guard like lightning, making it unable to move.

At this time, the cyan disk also blocked all the yellow boulders, and more than a dozen cyan flying swords collapsed and disappeared.

With a pinch of Wang Qingshan's spell, the cyan disc collapsed and turned into hundreds of cyan flying swords, slashing at the golden armored guard and cutting off the yellow rope that entangled the golden armored guard.

The golden-armored guard opened his mouth and sprayed out a thick golden beam of light, hitting Zhao Guanghong.

Zhao Guanghong's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly retreated to avoid him.

There was a loud noise, and the golden beam of light hit the ground, leaving a huge crater several feet in size on the ground.

As soon as Zhao Guanghong stood firm, hundreds of cyan flying swords came flying towards him, threatening to tear him into pieces.

He hurriedly waved the yellow flag and released a large yellow hurricane. The cyan flying swords hit the yellow hurricane and flew out one after another.

The green flying swords flew backwards, stopped quickly, and quickly gathered together, turning into a giant blue sword about ten feet long, exuding an astonishing spiritual energy, and slashed towards Zhao Guanghong.

Zhao Guanghong felt the astonishing momentum of the cyan giant sword, his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly pulled out a yellow shield and blocked it in front of him. At the same time, he pinched the spell, and a thick yellow armor appeared close to his body, protecting his whole body. in.

The cyan giant sword struck the yellow shield, making a muffled sound.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, and a huge mace hit the yellow shield. The yellow shield immediately flew out and hit Zhao Guanghong, who then flew backwards.

As soon as he stood firm, a thick golden beam of light shot out and hit him in a flash.

"Boom!"

A huge explosion sounded, and a large piece of golden light flooded Zhao Guanghong's body.

A huge cyan sword flew towards him and disappeared into the golden light in a flash.

A shrill scream sounded, the golden light dispersed, and Zhao Guanghong fell to the ground, his body split in two, and cut in half by some kind of sharp weapon.

His face was full of disbelief. If Wang Qingshan didn't have a second-level high-grade puppet beast, he would not have been defeated at all.

Zhao Xueyun's face darkened. She dared to agree to the competition because she had a certain degree of confidence in the Zhao family's foundation-building monks. The Zhao family members who accompanied her had participated in many battles and had rich experience in fighting. Zhao Guanghong was proficient in earth magic and had once killed the foundation-building monks. The demon cultivator on the fourth level did not expect to bow to Wang Qingshan's hand.

Of course, the second-order high-grade puppet beast was indispensable. If Wang Qingshan hadn't sacrificed a second-order high-grade puppet beast, it would be hard to say who would win and who would lose!

Seeing Wang Qingshan's victory, Wang Changyue and others looked happy. The Zhao family monk's expression was ugly, and he looked at Wang Qingshan with a rather unkind look.

Guangdong Ren had a thick smile on his face, narrowed his eyes into thin slits, and said meaningfully: "Mrs. Zhao, according to our agreement, our Bailingmen won. Our two sects jointly mined the Yingang Stone Mine. An ugly thing, I want to say it up front, this matter ends here, you cannot take revenge in private, if I know that you are taking revenge on Little Friend Wang in private, I will not be polite."

Although Guangdong Ren had the intention to win people's hearts, the monk from the Wang family was still very moved after hearing this.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Guang, I still have such courage. Let's find a quiet place to discuss the mining of Yingang Mine. Zhao Xiaoyou, put away the bodies of your people! After returning to the sect, I will reward you well." You, the Zhao family, will not let your relatives die in vain."

Zhao Xueyun found a quiet place to negotiate with Guangdong Ren.

The monks of the Zhao family put away Zhao Guanghong's body and recorded this blood debt in their hearts.

Under the admiring gazes of all the monks, Wang Qingshan returned to his compatriots.

"Qingshan, you did a great job. You should be more careful when you go out in the future. Without evidence, Senior Guang will not be able to stand up for you."

Wang Changyue warned through a message.

"I know, aunt, I will pay attention."

Half an hour later, Guangdong Ren and Zhao Xueyun completed their discussions. Each side left five foundation-building monks and twenty Qi-refining monks to work together to mine this Yingang stone vein.

Wang Qingshan defeated Zhao Guanghong, and Bailingmen gained 60% of the benefits.

After returning to the clan, Guangdong Ren sent people to send two foundation-building pills to the Wang family as encouragement, and Wang Changping also received one thousand contribution points.

In a quiet courtyard in Wangjiabao, Wang Qingshan was drinking tea and chatting with Lin Xiao.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, thanks to your report this time, our Wang family will never mistreat those who have made meritorious deeds. This is a little bit of our Wang family's wishes. Please don't take it too little."

Wang Qingshan took out a green storage bag and handed it to Lin Xiao.

Five hundred spiritual stones and a low-grade magic weapon.

Lin Xiao was not polite, thanked him, and accepted the storage bag.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Wang."

Wang Qingshan smiled slightly and said: "Fellow Daoist Lin, do you have any plans in the future? If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have discovered that Yingang Stone mine. The Zhao family will definitely hate you. If you travel, be more careful. .”

Lin Xiao nodded and said gratefully: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Wang. My injury has healed, so I won't bother you. Lin is grateful to your Wang family for taking me in."

"Fellow Daoist Lin, are you interested in serving as a guest of our Wang family?"

Lin Xiao's cultivation level is not high, but he has traveled extensively and has rich experience in fighting. It would be best if he could conquer this person.

Lin Xiao pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "No, Fellow Daoist Wang, Lin is used to being idle, and he doesn't have the ability."

"In that case, forget it, Fellow Daoist Lin, I will send you away."

Wang Qingshan did not force himself and personally sent Lin Xiao away from Wangjiapu.

In a quiet courtyard, Wang Mingyuan and Liu Qing'er were chatting with a handsome boy.

The boy is Wang Changsheng's fourth son, Wang Qingyang, who has four spiritual roots and is not very qualified. As for the third son, he has no spiritual roots and has been sent to the world.

"Grandpa, grandma, dad and mom haven't left seclusion yet? I haven't seen them yet!"

Wang Qingyang asked curiously. When he was a few months old, his parents practiced in seclusion one after another, and they still haven't left seclusion for seven years.

Wang Qingyang was brought up by Wang Mingyuan and Liu Qing'er. Wang Mingyuan and Liu Qing'er doted on their little grandson.

"Not yet, it should be soon. Qingyang, you have to practice hard. If your parents come out of seclusion, they will definitely be very happy to see how good you are."

Wang Qingyang lowered his head and said with some self-deprecation: "I have four spiritual roots. No matter how much I practice, I can't compare to the tribesmen with three spiritual roots."