Survival skills maxed out, I feed my wife and daughter by catching fish and shrimp

"This is the magical aspect of reaching the fourth level. Just like when you warriors reach the fourth level, your bones become the strongest weapons. Similarly, when we sorcerers reach the fourth level, even ordinary words carry a certain amount of spiritual power, without the worry of backlash. Of course, we still have to be careful about certain taboo words."

"What are taboo words?" Chen Changfan asked with a smile.

"Haha, you kid, don't try to trick me! My master taught me that those words should never be said unless absolutely necessary..." Ji Wenkong said seriously, as if to strengthen his memory. Then he seemed to remember something and slapped his forehead, "Oh, right, I forgot to introduce my master to you. Come with me."

Ji Wenkong and others passed through one camp after another and came to a camp in a swaggering manner. Everyone here was also wearing black robes, and they were obviously Ji Wenkong's fellow disciples.

"Brother Ji, why are you so slow? The talented people from the other sects have already taken action."

A disciple of Taixu Pavilion couldn't help but speak anxiously.

Ji Wenkong ignored them and looked around. He then asked, "Where's Master? Where did he go?"

"The headmaster went on a boat trip with the other nine sects. They said they would leave this place to the younger generation."

A disciple replied.

Ji Wenkong secretly clenched his fists and muttered, "Oh, they usually want to stab me in the back, but now they're talking about going boating together, I'm afraid they're just going to look for the giant dragon together. These old guys..."

Hearing this, the disciples beside him suddenly coughed a few times. Ji Wenkong's mouth twitched and he quickly changed his words, "These old seniors are really in a good mood!"

As he spoke, he chuckled a few times and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I almost cursed.

Chen Changfan found it a little funny. It seemed that this Confucian scholar was not perfect in every way. The fact that he was not allowed to curse casually was enough to make him feel very frustrated.

At the same time, he raised his brows secretly.

I didn’t expect that Ji Wenkong’s master is actually the head of Taixu Pavilion. No wonder this guy has magic weapons on him as if they are free of charge.

Bah! Big dog owner.

Seeing that his master was not there, Ji Wenkong immediately took on the manners of a senior brother. He sat carelessly on the master's chair behind everyone, crossed his legs leisurely, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Tell me, senior brother, how did the battle go?"

When the disciples saw Ji Wenkong sitting directly in the position of the head, no one said anything. It was obvious that they were used to it.

"Replying to Senior Brother, just now there were waves in the river, as if a dragon had appeared. It happened to be between the camps of Langjian Sect and Modao Sect. The two sides fought fiercely for a while, and in the end, it seemed that the disciples of Modao Sect had their weapons cut off by the disciples of Langjian Sect, and were defeated."

Hearing this, Chen Changfan couldn't help but frown slightly.

Logically speaking, in terms of the combat power of the younger generation, the Modao Sect should be on par with the Langjian Sect.

It seems that the reason for this defeat is that the younger generation of the Mo Dao Sect is unable to produce a decent Mo Dao, which led to their defeat in the previous battle.

It seems that the Mo Dao Sect is really as Yue Lingfei said, with the shortage of Mo Dao to a precarious degree.

"Old Wei, come with me to the Ink Blade Sect and give them the Ink Blade forged by Master Deng. I hope it can be of use."

The importance of the Mo Dao to the Mo Dao disciples is no different from the importance of the musket to the musket soldiers. The Mo Dao Sect is also his ally, so he cannot sit idly by.

"What happened next? Why did Sect Leader Huo go into battle again?" Ji Wenkong asked.

"When Pei Lie heard about the Young Sect Master competition, he rushed forward eager to make a name for himself. Unfortunately, his father, Pei Qian, wasn't around. No matter how brilliantly he fought, he was just flirting with a blind man..."

"Everyone says Pei Lie is a man who can endure hardships. He's been making roasted chestnuts with his bare hands since he was a child. Even his Fire Poison Palm skills smell like chestnuts..."

"It's said that among Pei Qian's sons, Pei Lie is the one who can endure hardship the most. However, those who can endure hardship usually have to endure it their entire lives."

I have to say, scholars are the most ruthless in scolding others...

He doesn't use a single dirty word, but can curse people in various ways.

"Big Brother, when are you going to make your move? The major sects are ready to make a move. If you want to go down to the river to fight the dragon, we have to clear the way for you."

Ji Wenkong narrowed his eyes and saw that not far from the battle group of the two men was the gathering place of Sect Leader Huo and the disciples of Langjian Sect. It was said that the dragon appeared there.

Obviously, if you want to go into the water and fight the dragon, you have to kill this group of people first.

Therefore, all the disciples had to first gather troops for their own talents, and only the disciples of Ji Wenkong's level would actually go into the water to fight.

"Brother Changfan, do you dare to charge forward with me, suppress the younger generation, and attack the Yellow Dragon in the river!"

Ji Wenkong looked at the two people on the river who were already exhausted and realized that this was a perfect opportunity to take action.

"Okay! Then let's test these so-called talents to see if they are the real deal!"

Chen Changfan happened to have a grudge against the Fire Sect Leader, so he naturally would not miss the opportunity to strike his enemy hard.

"All disciples of the Taixu Pavilion, listen up! Quickly clear the battlefield for us!"

Ji Wenkong stood up suddenly, and Chen Changfan's eyes were also filled with fighting spirit.

"Brothers from Xiaofeng Village, follow me to dig the formation!"

Lao Wei, Heijiao and others immediately charged forward and headed straight for the camps of those sects.

"Where did this unscrupulous person come from? He wants to compete with our ten major sects!"

The Fire Sect leader and the Langjian Sect disciples, who were still fighting just now, saw Lao Wei and his men rushing over and immediately pointed their swords at them and chopped them down.

Upon seeing this, all the disciples of Taixu Pavilion shouted loudly and released their spirit words.

"disease!"

"let!"

"solid!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the speed of Lao Wei and others suddenly increased, and they dodged many attacks. Then the disciples who were blocking the way accidentally made way for a gap, and Hei Jiao immediately rushed over and knocked four or five people to the ground.

Several more swords came slashing towards Heijiao's back, but suddenly a metallic luster appeared on Heijiao's back, and the swords fell, but no blood was seen!

Chen Changfan saw all of this and couldn't help but be secretly shocked.

If the warrior is the tank in the game, then the scholar is the undisputed first assistant. With a move of his little mouth, he can quickly reverse the situation on the field, greatly making up for the shortcoming of the warrior's single combat ability.

As his thoughts turned, Chen Changfan had already rushed to the front of the crowd and was about to break through the defense line when he was suddenly recognized by Sect Leader Huo's people.

A disciple of the Fire Sect's head let out an angry growl: "It was Chen Changfan! He was the one who killed Young Master Pei Shuo!"

With this roar, all the disciples of Master Huo around changed their attack targets.

In an instant, 20 flaming palm prints slammed towards Chen Changfan.

Chen Changfan narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he was about to sweep a large area, he suddenly heard Ji Wenkong shouting three times in succession behind him:

"Iron wall!"

"The wind blows under your feet!"

"passionate!"

The next moment, he felt as if he had taken drugs. His muscles were as hard as iron, his steps were extremely light, and his energy and blood instantly surged.

He instantly felt that he was terrifyingly strong at this moment!