Tie Wugen muttered, "You don't follow the rules, everyone makes an appointment with each other, and you'll make a fortune if you get secrets."

But at this moment no one listened to his words, and looked at Wang Shiheng. He jumped off the stone, walked slowly in the moonlight, and said, "If I had seen three innate masters earlier, I might have surrendered. But to this day, I would have wanted to give in."

He Miao sighed, held the sword in his hand, and said, "Why? Mr. Wang, you have a bright future. You can definitely achieve your innate success before the age of 30. Before the master, you will have a smooth journey. Why bother with us rough people?"

Wang Shiheng said: "Mr. He achieved his innate success at the age of 37, and he is also extremely talented. He is not a robber, so why should he be greedy for a secret book?"

He Miao smiled bitterly and said, "How can the great family of the Wang and the sons imagine the embarrassment of us small families or scattered people in the world? The bearded man is old and still has to work for his descendants. If I hadn't been lucky, I would have been struggling in the mud after obtaining this iron-line sword technique. So what if I practiced it innately? Thirteen years have passed, and my sword technique is well-versed, but the road ahead is endless."

Everyone was depressed when they heard his words. He waved his sword and his voice turned tough: "No matter what, I must not miss this opportunity. The prince refused to fulfill his wish, so don't blame He for offending him!"

Wang Shiheng nodded to the side, unsheathed his sword and pointed directly at He Miao. The other party quickly raised his hand to block it. Shen Yuanjing looked over. The man was holding a black iron sword in his hand, which was shining with the moonlight and was dull.

Tie Wugen laughed and said, "It should have been like this long ago, so I have to say so much." After that, he held up his iron stick and ran towards Shen Yuanjing. Situ Lang had already pulled out a pair of steel whips and followed him.

Wang Shiheng turned his sword and stabbed Tie Wugen's back heart, saying, "Come on too." When the other party turned around, he slashed Situ Lang's left shoulder and wrapped him in.

Seeing this, He Miao couldn't help but praise: "The Third Young Master Wang is so heroic." The iron sword stabbed quickly, with a vague sound of breaking the wind. The sword was fast and fierce, and Wang Shiheng had to twist his waist and dodge it. He took a little on his feet, and then four swords were released in succession, dragging the three of them.

Shen Yuanjing looked on the other hand that the sword technique was broad and broad, like a rushing river, but silent and flexible. Once the opponent was entangled, he could not escape.

He Miao couldn't help but say, "The benevolent mountain is the wise, and the Wang family's water is the sword technique of the water is indeed exquisite."

Although three innate masters besieged Wang Shiheng, they couldn't take him for a while. The other dozen people were a little shocked and a little grateful that they didn't take action in advance. One of the short and strong men with unmasked faces said: "Everyone, let's do it too. I agreed that no matter who gets the secret book, everyone has the right to watch it."

A man in black said, "What if he doesn't have it?" The short and strong man said in a deep voice, "Then catch him back and ask for it." After speaking, he raised his short knife and rushed over.

Shen Yuanjing had already put away his jade flute, stood up, waited for several people to come, drew the sword in his hand, and stabbed the short and strong man's right shoulder. As soon as the man avoided, there were several men in black next to him, with long swords and short spears, and they were hitting him with a head-on face.

Wang Shiheng was a little impatient and thought, "Yuan Jing has also practiced the Feixu sword technique. Although it is powerful, it is only at the innate level. How could a master like He Miao fight?" He was a little confused, but he was not behind his hands. He poured his internal strength into the sword body. The sword technique suddenly became like a surging stream and whimpered.

When Tie Wu big sticks waved, he didn't avoid it. He raised his hand and knocked it hard. The other party was overjoyed, and he increased his strength in his hand, and the stick broke through the air.

With a "dang", Tie Wugen took a step back, raised the golden stick and saw a gap, and his eyes were as bright as a copper bell.

Situ Lang was shocked, avoided the sword that Wang Shiheng pointed over, and shouted, "Innate?" He Miao faced him with a sword, his face was heavy, and he repeated, "Innate!"

Wang Shiheng ignored it, jumped out of the battle circle, and arrived next to Shen Yuanjing. He saw him standing in place with his sword with his sword, with several weapons under his feet. He looked up and looked up. Several people on the other side covered their wrists, while the rest held their swords and did not take action.

He couldn't help but feel a little surprised and said, "Yuan Jing, you?" Shen Yuanjing said, "I can handle it here. Third brother doesn't have to worry. Just take action and go and fight."

Wang Shiheng laughed, said "Okay", and turned to look at the other side. Situ Lang's face was full of jealousy, He Miao was stunned and said, "If I remember correctly, Mr. Wang is only twenty-four or five years old this year, is this innate?"

"It's just luck." Wang Shiheng said modestly. He Miao shook his head and said, "How can one be lucky in the innate? Prince Wang is so old that he has achieved his innate success and has already made his way to master. Is it really that good for a great family?"

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became. Tie Wugen next to him became impatient and shouted, "So what if it is innate? There are three of us here, and I am afraid that he will not succeed." After that, he held up the golden stick and rushed over again.

Wang Shiheng was afraid of implicating Shen Yuanjing, so he came forward in advance and the four of them fought again. At this moment, both sides knew the opponent's skills, which was a little more intense than just now.

Seeing that Wang Shiheng was a little troubled, Shen Yuanjing turned his head to the other side and said, "They are fighting, let's continue." As he said that, he swung his sword in his hand and rushed towards the remaining people.

I have to say that martial arts are prosperous in this world, and the strength of this group of people is almost the same as that of the snowy sky in the world, Zuo Lengchan and others who were besieged.

He ignored it that day and was injured, but today he would not be careless. The sword in his hand trembled, ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding

Shen Yuanjing withdrew his sword and returned to the sheath, found a larger stone, leaned on it, and watched Wang Shiheng fight with his opponent. Those who were besieging knew that his subordinates had mercy, silently picked up the weapons, retreated aside, and did not dare to speak.

He Miao Yuguang glanced at the situation here and sighed in his heart. Taking advantage of Wang Shiheng's response to the stupid bull, he suddenly accelerated a few points in his hand. He stabbed Wang Shiheng in front of him with a sword. When he returned to his sword to defend, the long sword pulled his way towards his neck. Without waiting for his opponent to block it, he turned to his heart and waist.

He pointed out the sword, changing one after another, and pulled the horizontally and pulled it straight. Shen Yuanjing said in his heart: "The name of iron wire is appropriate, but I don't know how the third brother will deal with this move." The man also stood up straight, and his right hand was unconsciously placed on the hilt of the sword.

Wang Shiheng was not panicked, dodged left and right, and let the other two attacks take a sharp turn. His wrist turned and the long sword turned, jingling, and dozens of swords were right in a row, blocking them all.

Seeing that He Miao used his ultimate move, he still couldn't do anything to his opponent. He sighed and suddenly left the battle circle. Situ Lang also took two steps back, and only the five iron rods were still attacking fiercely. Wang Shiheng used his internal force and attacked several times in a row, and with a "bang", he actually cut the opponent's golden stick into two pieces.
Chapter completed!