Wang Zizai snorted coldly, "A group of waste, it has been hundreds of years, but the Wang family still has not improved much."&1t;/p>

"The ancestor calmed down." Wang Ba said, "The younger generation has indeed failed the ancestors of the Wang family."&1t;/p>

"I will settle the score with you after I'm done with that old ghost Sheng Jianming." Wang Zizai threw out a jade bottle, "If you take this pill, you'd better survive."&1t;/p>

Wang Ba took the jade bottle and swallowed the pill without hesitation. His cultivation level of the immortal was instantly restored to its peak. He gave a big gift to Wang Zizai and smiled domineeringly, "Sheng Chunqiu, today next year is your death day."&1t;/p>

"Is that true?" Sheng Chunqiu changed his decadence just now and said with high morale, "Do you think you only have elixirs? Since that's the case, let's fight to the death."&1t;/p>

"Two sirs, I am Qin Hao, the city lord of Qincheng. I dared to ask the two sirs to move outside the city to do something, so as not to hurt the innocent people of Qincheng." After Qin Hao said that, the cold sweat on his forehead had fallen. Although the city lord's mansion was prepared, he was only a warrior of the level of immortals. If one of these two had a bad temper, the entire city lord's mansion was not enough for others to warm up.&1t;/p>

"I'm immortal, let's fight outside the city, don't harm your younger generations." Sheng Jianming's green wooden stick shone brightly and turned into a spear. He said, "Old guy, you haven't been bloodthirsty for hundreds of years. Today I will sacrifice to you with the soul of the Half Step Immortal King."&1t;/p>

After Sheng Jianming said that, he flew out of the city. Wang Zizai looked at Qin Hao's direction and flew out of the city.&1t;/p>

Qin Hao breathed a sigh of relief, his whole body was soaked in sweat. Just one glance just now made him lose all his fighting spirit, as if he fell into an abyss. The power of the Half-Step Immortal King is so terrifying, but I don’t know what kind of cultivation the ancestor of the Sheng family is. If both the Sheng family can be used by him, his status in the Qin family will definitely rise. He smiled bitterly, are you thinking too much? No matter who wins in the Sheng family, he will not be as good as the city lord.&1t;/p>

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Sheng Jianming flipped the spear in his hand, and the green wood-type spiritual power surged. His slightly hunched back was straight, and his flower instantly turned into black hair, wrinkles faded, and the previous vicissitudes of the old man turned into a handsome young man.&1t;/p>

"Old Gui Sheng, you still like to pretend to be a god." Wang Zizai laughed, "It's a pity that you are wood-based spiritual power, but I am gold-based spiritual power. So what if you are the real immortal king? Jin Qiaomu, with the suppression of spiritual power, I can still make up for the gap between us."&1t;/p>

"Is that true?" Sheng Jianzhang shot out, "The east wind of the building last night."&1t;/p>

The green spiritual power turned into vines all over the sky and grew wildly. In an instant, a huge cage trapped Wang Zizai in it.&1t;/p>

"A little trick of carving insects." Wang Zizai snorted coldly, and a golden sword appeared in his hand, "Golden Crow Pilgrimage."&1t;/p>

The long sword is full of golden light, and a crow full of golden feathers, vibrating the golden feathers.&1t;/p>

Thousands of golden swords flew out from the golden feathers of the golden crow, slashing towards the shrinking vine cage.&1t;/p>

Sheng Jianming sneered. He is the wood-type spiritual power. Although his combat power is not strong, no one dares to doubt the vitality and perception of the wood-type. From the perspective of the five elements incompatible, metal-type warriors can suppress the wood-type, but this is just suppression. The powerful vitality of the wood-type is the most terrifying. If there is one choice, no one will be willing to be an enemy of the wood-type warriors of the same level.&1t;/p>

The golden sword shadows changed, and countless vines were cut into pieces, as if a green rain was falling.&1t;/p>

"Old Gui Sheng, vulnerable." Wang Zizai smiled proudly, but the next moment, his smile froze on his face, "This is impossible!"&1t;/p>

The green raindrops gradually grow bigger, vines grow leaves and branches, and a new vine grows between breathing.&1t;/p>

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A cage larger and denser than before traps Wang Zizai.&1t;/p>

"Old Wang, you are still satisfied with this move." Sheng Jianming smiled and untied his wine bag. "My move was made by Dongfeng in the small building last night. Take your time, I will have a small wine first."&1t;/p>

"The golden crow changes!" Wang Zizai's long sword in his hand merged into the golden crow. The golden crow's body size soared to adult size. Its tail turned into a fan composed of dozens of long swords like a peacock spreading its tail, and it rotated high like a propeller of an airplane.&1t;/p>

"Bram it for me." Wang Zizai roared angrily.&1t;/p>

Sheng Jianming was drinking a little wine leisurely. His own fighting skills were tried and tested repeatedly. He was just a half-step immortal king. He had absolute confidence to make him collapse.&1t;/p>

"When I drink a little wine, I will finish the fight. Who can be as leisurely as me?" Sheng Jianming leaned on a spear and said, "Old friend, let's play with him for a while, keep calm. I'll take this person's soul for you."&1t;/p>

The spear seemed to be able to understand the owner's words, and a buzzing sound was so exciting that it was considered to be a response to the owner.&1t;/p>

Wang Zizai felt a little irritated. He didn't expect Sheng Jianming to be so difficult. He said that he and Sheng Jianming were people of the same era, but he had never fought with Sheng Jianming.&1t;/p>

Sheng Jianming has always been a low-key person. Sheng Jianchen, the genius of the Sheng family, disappeared in the northern border. Soon after that, Sheng Jianming became the youngest head of the Sheng family, but shortly after he succeeded, he mysteriously disappeared from the Sheng family and went to the northern border alone. It was not until a hundred years later that he returned to the Sheng family and never left seclusion. However, Wang Zizai, after his retreat, went to the northern border many times, and he returned disappointed every time.&1t;/p>

Wang Zizai guessed that he must be looking for the whereabouts of his senior brother, but the northern border is an extremely dangerous place, and Sheng Jianming can come back alive every time, which also indirectly shows that Sheng Jianming must be the most low-key genius. In today's battle, he had only fought for one round, and he already knew that Sheng Jianming was difficult to deal with.&1t;/p>

When the golden crow almost exhausted its tail feathers, it broke through the vine cage again. Wang Zizai did not dare to support himself and quickly escaped from the vine field.&1t;/p>

"How does it feel?" Sheng Jianming carried the wine bag and picked up the spear.&1t;/p>

"I have the aura of fighting with me head-on." Wang Zizai said in a furious manner.&1t;/p>

"Then it's up to your wish." Sheng Jian burst out with a shot, and the ordinary shot, without any extra movements, just stabbing.&1t;/p>

"Golden Crown Sun." The golden giant sword in Wang Zizai's hand radiated dazzling light, as if there was another sun between heaven and earth. However, this sun did not have a blazing flame, only the sharp and cold sky.&1t;/p>

The spear collided with the golden sun.&1t;/p>

The expected explosion and the mingling of gold and iron did not appear.&1t;/p>

The spear's tip was on the golden sun, and the sun was like glass, instantly shattered, scattered with golden fragments all over the ground.&1t;/p>

The spear continued to move forward, and pierced into Wang Zizai's shoulder with a puff. The tip of the spear was poked out, and the cold light was cold.&1t;/p>

"This is impossible," Wang Zizai flew back and looked at the blood hole in his shoulder in fear. The wound was not fatal. What made him afraid of was that the tip of the gun actually had a strong force to tear the soul when it was inside his body. If he hadn't retreated in time, he would have fallen into a coma and let his soul be torn and sucked away.&1t;/p>
Chapter completed!