On the other hand, Wang Wei felt even worse. His essence and blood were oozing out of his seven orifices. After all, Wang Chan's body was not as good as Xu Laoying, who practiced the sword body of the Ming Dynasty, and not to mention that he was still injured.

Half a year ago, Wang Han and Tang Luo fought fiercely, and both of them were seriously injured. Although he healed the divine pill, the innate divine sword that actually penetrated his chest has not been completely eradicated because of the innate energy of his innate energy.

The Nihuang Feathered Feathers were cut off, and the same force was borne. The entire seven recoil force was like a huge wave that never stopped. Although the two were the strongest among the younger generation, they were also young people who had been in a bad state for less than ten years. Such fierce force ultimately made the two of them unbearable.

Xu Laoying, who was in front of him, was breathing heavily, regulating his breathing and soothing his blood. Wang Wei also used his sleeve robe to gently wipe away the blood on his face.

The extremely fierce battle finally had a chance to breathe, and even the shaking return to Lingshan calmed down.

Looking down at the devastated mountain, thinking that his half-year efforts would be ruined, Wang Wei clenched his fists and glared at Xu Laoying. Just as he was about to speak, his face changed. After a snort, he closed his eyes.

After a breath, Wang Chan opened his eyes, pulled the crown on his head and threw it aside, looked down at the ruined Wuyi Sect mountain gate, shook his head helplessly, and said to the murderous Old Ying not far away: "I've fought and made trouble. Now can I tell you why you did this?"

Just like the brother treating his naughty brother, even if the mountain gate was destroyed, he didn't see Wang Chan's face a little angry, and he could only dote on his brother helplessly.

Others seem to Wang Chan who has made friends all over the world, and there are only a few friends who truly recognize him. Xu Laoying is the most special one.

Otherwise, Wang Chan would not have spent the most effort to invest when he was the weakest. It would not be easy to send a prostitute to the city of Ying.

This may be the only investment that Wang Chan has done in his life, and he is not sure whether it is profitable or loss-making.

When it comes to profitability, no one was optimistic about what prospects Xu Laoying could have, but he could help him in time and help him study and collect the art of collecting the room. Ten years later, both of them reached the top of the younger generation in the holy land. If it goes well, this private exchange will last for hundreds of years.

In a sense, the significance of Wang Chan and Xu Laoying to each other is even more important than that of their wives and daughters.

The loss was because the two of them took two completely opposite paths after growing up. After Ren Xia's romantic Laoying and Wang Chan, who was playing with the hearts, were not the same type of people.

Their friendship will not dissipate with time, but there are more and more bumps in the relationship. Especially after Wang Chan joined the Heavenly King Tour, the two had serious differences in their views on matters.

The last time we met in Longxi, we parted in a bad mood. Xu Laoying even said anger that he would only talk about the future of the romance and not business affairs with Wang Chan.

In fact, Wang Chan didn't take these words to heart. He just felt that Xu Laoying had not grown up yet. Ren Xia and romance are a good thing. Who has never been young?

Even when Xu Laoying defeated Lingshan with a sword, he had no intention of getting angry at all. He was just a group of less valuable ants. One group of dead, and he could gather another group at will.

What really matters is the relationship between him and Xu Laoying, not a certain Wuyi Sect’s mountain gate.

And Mr. Xu didn't expect that Wang Chan was not angry when he destroyed the mountain gate of the Wuyi Sect in Beim.

He could naturally feel that Wang Chan was not suppressing his anger and silence, but he did not take the destruction of the mountain gate to heart, but instead cared more about the reason why he held the sword to break the mountain.

Faced with such an old friend, Xu Laoying naturally could not be as fierce and domineering as Wang Wei. He put down the long sword in front of him. The young swordsman pointed to the other side of Minshan and said bluntly: "There was originally a Tuzhai that had been passed down for thousands of years. The natives inside lived a life of men farming and women weaving without fighting. Although they were not wealthy, they were happy. They were heroic, straightforward, kind and open-minded, and extremely hospitable. Even outsiders who were not good at speaking could feel the sincerity in their smiles and the simplicity in their hearts."

"The girl there is skillful, the wooden silver ornament made with unique style, and the fabrics woven exquisite textures. I have never seen many of them in Central China!"

"They worship Ruoshui River and call themselves Ruoshui dolls. They think that it is because of Ruoshui River that they have a hometown where they reproduce and live. Therefore, the beginning of July every year is the day for them to hold festivals. This year, it is the 1,399th festival of Zhaba Tuzhai. In other words, they have lived in this land for 1,400 years!"

"Wang Chan, come and tell me why the Wuyi Sect let them give their food and youth, and let them change their faith for a thousand four hundred years, and surrender to a lie fabricated by evil spirits!?"

"I understand." Wang Chan chuckled and said, "So you are for those natives?"

It seemed like he suddenly realized, or he was laughing after seeing his relatives making stupid things. There were too many unspeakable things in Wang Chan's smile, which made Xu Laoying itchy.

"What are you laughing at!?"

"I'm laughing at you." Wang Chan narrowed his eyes and said, "But do you remember how Xu preached when he first arrived in the ignorant Yuanzhou?"

"I... of course I remember." Xu Laoying, who was still upright just now, suddenly felt short of breath, but he still insisted on saying: "But Xu is the kingly way to give them a better life and education!"

"Isn't the Wuyi Sect doing the same thing?" Wang Chan smiled faintly: "The spiritual clothing gathering formation is a martial arts education that transcends the joint attack. The same carriages and books, and the same writings are the foundation of all education. Why is the Wuyi Sect only cruel to the Tu tribe? Because these people are ignorant, and humanity has been prosperous for a thousand years, but they still worship the civilization of the dark period without advancing. If this continues, even if a thousand years passes, they will be equally weak and ignorant!"

"Stressive words!" Xu Laoying said angrily: "Submit or die, such a simple and rough conquest is not education, it is clearly a forced bow to the natives!"

"The Wuyi Sect did the same thing as the Xu family did in Yuanzhou!" Wang Chan looked at Xu Laoying and said lightly: "One thousand five hundred years ago, there were more than tens of millions of Tu tribes in Yuanzhou, all of which were tribes with different customs. After the "education" of the Xu family, can there be Tu tribes in Yuanzhou now exist?"
Chapter completed!