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Then I fought a great battle with them, but they were outnumbered and I was defeated..."

"Later, I was defeated and fled. I originally wanted to find my good friend and come back to save the Dongfang clan, but their people were guarding nearby, so I had no choice but to lie low.

But just a few days ago, for some unknown reason, that group of people left and took away the only fighting force of my Dongfang clan.

I've been observing for several days, and today I wanted to come in and investigate the situation!"

After listening to the other party's explanation, Wang Xianzhi roughly understood what had happened.

Recalling the space secret treasure that Dongfang Dianliang had taken out before, Feng Qi must have been involved behind this matter.

The other party has now escaped, probably because he expected that I would come here.

Thinking of this, Wang Xianzhi looked at Dongfang Bu and said, "I am Wang Xianzhi. I have a good friend who is also from your Dongfang clan."

"His name is Dongfang Guyue!"

Chapter 182 Critically Ill?

"Dongfang Guyue?" Dongfang Bu raised his head suddenly, his cloudy eyes suddenly bursting with amazing brilliance. "Do you know Guyue?"

Wang Xianzhi nodded slightly: "Yeah."

"Is he...is he okay?" Dongfang Bu's voice suddenly trembled, and his wrinkled hands unconsciously clutched the corner of his clothes.

"Not bad." Wang Xianzhi looked into the distance, "I have two daughters now."

Dongfang Bu's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose.

A genuine smile finally appeared on that weather-beaten face: "Great... That's great..."

Wang Xianzhi did not disturb the other party's feelings.

Because now he is leaving too.

He first looked around and was silent for a moment. Then he took out a pitch-black token from his arms and handed it to Dongfang Bu.

"Here." Wang Xianzhi's voice brooked no refusal. "If those people come back again, you can contact me through him."

Dongfang Bu took the token in a daze, and it felt cold to the touch.

There is a vigorous and powerful word "Wu" engraved on the token, and one can vaguely feel the terrifying power contained in it.

"This is..."

"No need to ask." Wang Xianzhi turned around, his white hair fluttering in the wind.

"Remember, if those people come back, run away first, then notify me."

He didn't know whether Feng Qi and others would return to the Eastern Secret Realm, but it was a good choice to be on the safe side.

As soon as he finished speaking, the tall figure disappeared from the spot, leaving Dongfang Bu standing alone in the ruins, tightly clutching the life-saving token.

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Five years passed in a flash.

Meanwhile, Wudang Mountain.

"break!"

A clear shout echoed through the valley.

In an instant, a sword light shot up into the sky, like a pouring Milky Way, illuminating the entire mountain stream.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the clouds and mist dissipated, and the rocks silently cracked, revealing a mirror-smooth surface.

Wang Quan Baiye put away his sword and stood there, a satisfied smile on his handsome face.

After five years of hard training, he finally perfectly integrated the Wangquan Sword Technique with the Tai Chi Sword Intention.

At this moment, he has the sword of royal power in his hand and can conquer the world.

"good."

An old voice came from behind.

Wang Quan Baiye turned around and saw Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Fuyao standing side by side.

The master's eyes were filled with satisfaction, while the unfathomable Wudang leader still looked mysterious.

"In just five years, he has mastered the Wangquan Sword Technique and the Tai Chi Sword Technique of our Wudang lineage to such a level. This is rare in the world." Zhang Sanfeng stroked his long beard, his eyes flashing.

Wang Quan Baiye bowed respectfully: "Master, headmaster."

"Today we are here to test your progress." Zhang Sanfeng suddenly changed the subject and pointed at Zhang Fuyao, "Come, exchange a few moves with Fuyao and let me see how far you have come!"

Wang Quan Baiye was stunned: "Master, are you kidding me?"

Zhang Sanfeng's face darkened: "Do you think I'm joking?"

He waved his sleeves and said, "Hurry up!"

Wang Quan Baiye looked at Zhang Fuyao for help, but saw that the Wudang leader was already walking slowly towards the open space, waving his whisk lightly, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"I'm sorry, Master!"

Wang Quan Baiye took a deep breath and suddenly rushed forward.

He did not draw his sword, but used his fingers as a sword and struck directly at Zhang Fuyao's shoulder.

This finger may seem simple, but it actually contains the Tai Chi sword intent. The sword energy is restrained at the fingertips and will be released at any time.

Zhang Fuyao flicked his whisk lightly without even raising his eyelids.

"boom!"

Wang Quan Baiye only felt an unmatched force coming at him, and he flew backwards, somersaulting several times in the air before he barely landed on the ground, with blood surging in his chest.

"Draw your sword." Zhang Fuyao's voice was as calm as water, "otherwise you will not be able to defeat me."

Wang Quan Baiye’s pupils shrank slightly.

In that attack just now, he didn't even see how Zhang Fuyao made the move.

Is this the strength of the Wudang leader?

To be honest, after being in Wudang for so long, this was the first time he had seen the strength of the Wudang leader.

But come to think of it, as the head of Wudang, how could he not be strong?!

"Then I'm sorry, Master!"

"Heaven and Earth Sword! Slash!"

The moment the King's Sword was unsheathed, the entire valley was shocked.

The dazzling sword light poured down like the Milky Way in the sky, slashing towards Zhang Fuyao with the momentum of cutting through the heaven and earth.

Zhang Fuyao finally smiled: "Not bad, this is quite interesting."

The whisk was waved again, seemingly lightly, but it hit the weakest point of the sword light accurately.

The sword energy that was powerful enough to split mountains and break peaks suddenly shattered and dissipated like bubbles.

Wang Quan Baiye was not surprised but happy. He flashed and stabbed Zhang Fuyao's throat with his sword.

The sword was as fast as lightning, and wherever the sword passed, the air was cut into fine cracks.

"Uh-huh!"

The sword's tip only pierced through a shadow.

Zhang Fuyao had appeared three feet away without anyone noticing, gently waving his whisk as if he was teasing a naughty child.

"Come again!"

The fighting spirit of the king's hegemony is rising, and his sword moves are becoming more and more fierce.

The harmony of Tai Chi swordsmanship and the domineering nature of Wangquan swordsmanship are perfectly combined in his hands.

For a moment, the valley was filled with sword shadows. The two men exchanged dozens of moves, and it was difficult to determine the winner.

"alright."

Zhang Sanfeng's voice suddenly interrupted.

At some point, he was standing between the two of them, holding down the King's Sword with his left hand and blocking the whisk with his right hand, and he casually broke up the competition.

"I have seen your strength, and I am very pleased!"

After receiving the affirmation from his master, Wang Quan Baiye just smiled, but he saw that Zhang Sanfeng's expression suddenly became serious.

"Actually, this time I come here, there is one more thing I want to tell you." Zhang Sanfeng paused.

"It's...about your father..."

Wang Quanbaiye's heart suddenly tightened.

He had known since childhood that his father, Wang Quan Shouzhuo, was frail and sickly.

Every time I go home, I see my father has lost some weight...

"Just a while ago, news came from Wang Quan's family..." Zhang Sanfeng's voice became low.

"Your father...is ill."

These words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Wang Quanbaiye's heart hard.

He staggered back two steps, and the royal sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

"No... Impossible..." He muttered to himself, and his father's face, which always had a gentle smile, appeared before his eyes.

How could the father who taught him to wield a sword and be a man...

Zhang Sanfeng stepped forward and patted his shoulder: "You were in seclusion some time ago, so we couldn't disturb you. Now... go back and take a look, don't leave any regrets."

Wang Quan Baiye nodded mechanically, and when he turned around, his steps were unsteady and he almost fell.

But he quickly steadied himself, picked up the royal sword, and ran down the mountain without looking back.

The mountain wind howled, blowing away the tears that overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

Zhang Fuyao looked at the staggering figure and whispered, "Master, if we let him go back like this, I'm afraid..."

Chapter 183 The Secret of the Royal Sword!

"Although he is very talented, he does not have the invincible strength that Li Chungang and Wang Xianzhi can stick to one thing!" Zhang Sanfeng looked deep.

"Only by experiencing real setbacks can one unleash his full potential."

"But if he never recovers..."

"He is the disciple of the old Taoist!" Zhang Sanfeng suddenly laughed, and his laughter made the pine needles around him fall to the ground.

"Others don't believe him, but I do. He can do it!"

Amidst the laughter, Wang Quanbaiye's figure disappeared at the end of the mountain road.

He didn't know what he would face, he only knew that at this moment, he had to return to the home that raised him.

The figure of Wang Quanbaiye crossed the sky like a streak of light, and the mountains and rivers beneath his feet rapidly retreated.

He had never traveled so desperately before, and the magic power in his body was almost burned to the limit.

He traveled the thousand-mile distance from Wudang Mountain to Wang Quan's home in just one day and one night.

When the familiar gate of Wang Quan's family appeared in his sight, Wang Quan Baiye's heart suddenly tightened.

The hunched figure in front of the gate made his eyes red instantly.

"Mr. Fei... why are you here..." Wang Quan Baiye's voice was trembling a little.

After not seeing him for five years, Butler Fei's back seemed more hunched and the wrinkles on his face deeper.

Butler Fei narrowed his cloudy eyes and carefully looked at the young man in front of him who had lost his youthfulness.

He said nothing, but suddenly grabbed Wang Quanbaye's wrist with astonishing force.

"This old servant is naturally waiting for the young master." Butler Fei's voice was hoarse and hurried. "Hurry up, the master is waiting for you."

The two walked through the familiar courtyard. Wang Quan Baiye noticed that the servants in the mansion all lowered their heads and there was a depressing atmosphere in the air.