After entering Lingxi Township, this was the first time that Wang Baole received a request for help from his fellow disciples in the Taoist temple. You should know that this kind of jade slip is limited to the scope. Unless the distance is close, the magnetic field interference of the ground will not be accepted by his fellow disciples.

Not only Piaomiao Taoist Courtyard, but also the other three major Taoist Courtyards, but no matter what, the jade slip still has a certain effect. At this moment, Wang Baole looked down at the jade slip, his eyes condensed, and as spiritual power poured into the jade slip, he immediately locked his position, and his body shook straight for the speeding there.

Before, Wang Baole, who had been with his fellow disciples along the way, helped him. He felt that as the top student in the Piaomiao Taoist Court's magic weapon department, he naturally could not ignore such help.

On the one hand, he was so mean, and on the other hand, he has read the autobiography of senior officials since he was a child, and he repeatedly proposed the importance of connections. As for the key to gaining connections, it is to make more friends.

The rescue is the fastest and most profound way to make friends, so Wang Baole feels that helping others comes from his original heart and is also in line with the autobiography of a high-ranking official. Then he will take the initiative. At this moment, the speed is fast, and the whistling is getting closer and closer to the point where the jade slip guides.

At the same time, in front of Wang Baole, there was a valley in the area pointed by the jade slip. Now in this valley, Zhuo Yifan's body looked like a kite with a broken string. He suddenly rolled back and fell directly to the ground.

When the blood overflowed from his mouth, the jade slips he held in his hand also fell aside.

"Zhuo Yixian!!" The injured Zhuo Yifan squatted and knelt on the ground with one hand, covering his chest with the other hand, disheveled his hair, and was extremely embarrassed. He even had multiple injuries on his body, his eyes were red, with unwillingness and madness, staring at him with a low roar... A young man who looked very similar to him in terms of appearance!

This young man was Zhuo Yixian, wearing a white robe, handsome and elegant. He stood there, took it back and kicked it, and looked at Zhuo Yifan with a smile.

"Are you very unwilling to accept it, my brother?"

As Zhuo Yixian spoke, bursts of laughter came from behind him. You could see that there were six students from the White Deer Taoist Academy not far from him. Each of them had great combat power and most of them had obtained six inches of spiritual roots. Each of them had relaxed and sarcastic faces, surrounded by a seriously injured seven-inch spiritual root.

These seven-inch spiritual roots are not faceless, but have transformed into Zhuo Yifan’s appearance!

In this scene, it was obviously Zhuo Yixian who led his students in the same college to prevent Zhuo Yifan from absorbing seven inches of true breath and obtaining seven inches of spiritual roots!

"Yixian Xueshou, this is what you often talk about. Your useless person is trying to challenge your younger brother?"

"What can those who can't pass the exam to our Bailu Taoist Court and can only enter the Piaomiao Taoist Court?" Everyone surrounded Zhuo Yifan's seven-inch spiritual roots and spoke with a smile.

"It makes everyone laugh. After this matter is over, I will treat you to celebrate your classmates' admission to the White Deer Upper Courtyard." Zhuo Yixian smiled like the spring breeze, and was very polite.

The six Bailu students laughed, obviously they all like Zhuo Yixian's generousness, and they were also willing to make friends with this student leader who was outstanding among many students in Bailu Taoist Courtyard.

Seeing that all this was irreversible, Zhuo Yifan's blood was overflowing again in misery. He was unwilling to give up, but he had no choice. Even though the seven-inch spiritual root was right in front of him, it was far away, and his appearance was tragic.

Although he is the leader of the War Martial Arts Department and has been very serious for more than a year, he is no match for the brother in front of him who has surpassed him in every aspect since he was a child.

Not to mention that the other party has six helpers, these six people don’t even need to attack him. Just surrounding the seven-inch spiritual roots will be enough to make him despair.

"My good brother, as a concubine's son in the family, you are very kind to your father. As a lowly concubine born to you, it is already your fate that you can achieve six inches." Zhuo Yixian still smiled and came to Zhuo Yifan, squatted down, patted Zhuo Yifan's face, made a slap sound, and spoke with a smile.

"As for Qi'an, don't think about it."

Being so humiliated, Zhuo Yifan's face was bulging and leaping, with more blood in his eyes, and his fists were tightly held tightly. Even if he used too much force, the blood vessels on the back of his hand seemed to explode.

Just as he was about to resist, his brother Zhuo Yixian flashed a cold light in his eyes and punched him directly in his chest, causing Zhuo Yifan to spurt blood again. The power that he had finally condensed was also directly dispersed by Zhuo Yixian.

"Why? You have been like this since you were a child. Do you know that I really want to dig down your eyes. Your eyes are very annoying." Zhuo Yixian looked at his younger brother with a smile and spoke softly.

"You!" Zhuo Yifan was gasping for breath, and the pain spread throughout his body, but he was powerless. His memory was also evoked by Zhuo Yixian's words and came into his mind. Although in the eyes of the classmates in Piaomiao Taoist Court, his background was mysterious, his combat power was extraordinary, and his glorious, in fact, his childhood was very bitter. As a concubine's descendant, his mother died early, and his father was even more indifferent to him.

His childhood was cold and lonely, and his brother kept suppressing and torturing him from childhood to adulthood. He thought that he could have his own future and leave his family when he arrived at Piaomiao Taoist Temple, but he didn't expect that his brother would still be cut off from the road to the seven-inch spiritual roots here.

"Don't be discouraged. As your brother, I have thought about your future path for you." Zhuo Yixian patted Zhuo Yifan's face again, with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"Next, I will take away all your healing pills, causing you to be seriously injured and unconscious, and be trapped in a place where you can't get out, but don't worry, you won't die, you will wake up in a few days, but the injury will be worse at that time."

"You will find that the only way to save yourself in front of you is to use your six-inch spiritual root to break through the ancient martial arts and promote true breath, because only when you reach the true breath can you be able to use the repulsive power here to send you seriously injured out of the secret realm."

"How is it, brother is very nice to you." Zhuo Yixian's words fell into Zhuo Yifan's ears, extremely vicious, making Zhuo Yifan's eyes bright red and crazy, but he could not resist. In tragic, he looked at the jade slip that had fallen off before, which was his only luxury.

"No need to see, whoever comes will be implicated by you." Zhuo Yixian smiled silently, grabbed Zhuo Yifan and walked to the place where the jade slip was, stomped it down with one foot, and crushed it a few more times, as if extinguishing Zhuo Yifan's last fire of hope, and turned around and was about to leave.

Seeing that the jade slip was trampled, Zhuo Yifan's body seemed to have lost all his strength and closed his eyes miserably.

But just as the jade slip was trampled and Zhuo Yifan closed his eyes, a whistling sound of running came from a distance, and even more a familiar roar made Zhuo Yifan roar suddenly exploded like thunder!

"Zhuo Yixian, you dare!!"

As the sound appeared, Wang Baole's figure rushed out like lightning, with an astonishing speed. He went straight to Zhuo Yixian and punched him out.

This scene was reversed too suddenly. When neither Zhuo Yixian nor his six classmates had time to react, Wang Baole's fist had already fallen, causing a sonic boom, and exploded in all directions.

Zhuo Yixian's face suddenly changed. At the critical moment, he suddenly raised Zhuo Yifan in his hand and tried to block him. The ring on his finger flashed, turning on his own protection to block the punch Wang Baole swung.

The sound of boom suddenly broke out, and Zhuo Yixian felt a powerful force roaring like a sea of ​​force, as if he was directly hit by a high-speed train.

His whole body was shaking violently, and he couldn't grasp Zhuo Yifan. His body was suddenly swept back by the powerful bombardment. When he was in the air, the light curtain transformed from magic weapons outside his body shattered layer by layer. Finally, with a bang, he collapsed directly. His body was also knocked back more than ten feet away. When he landed on the ground, he looked up suddenly, with horror in his eyes, and looked at Wang Baole who appeared beside Zhuo Yifan...!

"Wang Baole!!" Zhuo Yixian breathed rapidly and immediately recognized Wang Baole's identity. At the same time, his six classmates also inhale one by one and looked at Wang Baole in shock.

It was because Wang Baole was too fast just now, and the power of that punch was too great, which exceeded their understanding of the replenishment of the pulse, and to some extent, they were even shocked by this punch.

"What kind of cultivation is his level of cultivation!"

"The magic weapon protection of Yixian Xueshou was directly collapsed!"

When these people were shocked, Zhuo Yifan opened his eyes and stared blankly at Wang Baole standing beside him, and was also stunned. Although he asked for help, he never expected that Wang Baole who had celebrated some holiday with him.

Faced with his celebrating self, Wang Baole was able to help. This incident shocked Zhuo Yifan too much, and his eyes showed complexity and even more ashamed.

Unexpectedly, Wang Baole turned around at this moment, turned his back to Zhuo Yifan, and looked at Zhuo Yixian with an ugly face and even more angry eyes.

Although he came a little late, the scene here came to his eyes and roughly judged the cause and effect. Although he didn't understand why Zhuo Yifan and Zhuo Yixian should be brothers, the other party's vicious intention was very obvious.
Chapter completed!