"Miss Wu, how about you?"

Wu Su'e smiled and took a step closer to Chen Qingyu:

"I want to stay with him, so I won't go."

"Uh...."

Wang Pojun was a little embarrassed and said in a low voice:

"Okay then, I'm the one who disturbed you."

"After this matter is over, we will have the opportunity to get together and have a few drinks."

Chen Qingyu nodded and smiled:

"OK."

Wang Pojun nodded, bowed to the two of them, and quickly left.

From start to finish:

With Wang Pojun's visit, the eyes of many venerables around them all converged on them, with different expressions and discussions:

"Unexpectedly, they actually know Wang's direct descendants? It seems that they are bigger than we thought."

"More than that, seeing that they are quite familiar, I am afraid that these two are really the true heirs and direct descendants of which holy land."

"Tsk tsk, this time, the inheritance of the Holy King is only possible, and it has attracted so many powerful guys..."

"I'm afraid it will be miserable this time! Who can compete with Wang's?"

"Yeah, don't say that you can't fight, even if you can, do you still dare to fight with them? Don't you die?"

"I only hope that there are more things left by the inheritance of the Holy King. We can share some leftovers, and it is not in vain..."

The voices of many Venerables were noisy.

And on the other side:

The many disciples of the Wang family were scattered in the central area, and the leading triplets were sitting in the middle with their knees closed, their eyes closed.

After Wang Pojun returned to the center of the platform:

The Tianchongjingjianxiu in the middle suddenly opened his eyes and asked in a flat tone:

"Po Jun, do you know those two people?"

"Yes."

Wang Pojun immediately bowed and bowed his head and said:

"Reporting to the seventh uncle, those two, one is the daughter of the direct line of the Taihuang Wu family, and the other... is the direct descendant of the Changluo Chen family, and they are all my friends."

"Oh?"

The man known as the Seventh Uncle raised his eyebrows, his expression returned to normal, and he commented casually:

"The Taihuang Wu family and the Chang Luo Chen family have always had a close relationship, and they both wear a pair of pants."

"It's not unusual for the direct descendants of the two families to come together."

As he spoke, he suddenly changed his words, looked at Wang Pojun, and asked:

"However, since it's your friend, why don't you come here?"

"If this is going to be spread out, doesn't it seem that my Wang family has lost manners?"

Wang Pojun lowered his head and defended in a low voice:

"Return to Seventh Uncle."

"The grand-nephew has already invited them. They don't want to come, and the grand-nephew can't force it, so let's just give up."

The man frowned slightly, then quickly stretched it out, said lightly;

"Since they don't want to come, forget it."

"Even if this matter goes out, it's not my Wang's rudeness."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes again, adjusted his breath, and didn't look at Wang Pojun again.

Wang Pojun straightened up, secretly relieved in his heart.

"hehe...."

At this time, he heard a lot of cousins ??around him, making a low burst of laughter, and looking at him, his eyes were full of banter and mockery.

He turned a blind eye to this, his face was as usual, he walked to a corner and sat down with his knees crossed.

He lost his father when he was young, and his father was notorious and was beaten as a rebel.

He has suffered enough of being scorned, neglected, and bullied by his peers since he was a child;

Especially when he rose strongly from the back and blocked the way of many people of the same generation in the clan, the various secret suppressions against him were even more obvious.

He was already used to all of this, and only when he couldn't bear it would he fight with the sword in his hand.

"Ouch!"

After Wang Pojun took his seat, the two Wang clan disciples on the side raised their voices slightly on purpose.

"They don't even want to invite them over, and they are too embarrassed to say they are friends?"

"Yeah, I think 80% of them are friends who have met a few times and nodded. Scorpio Guxing, where did you come from as a friend?"

"Oh, even if they are really friends, they don't know how to praise people..."

Their voices were just enough for Wang Pojun to hear, but they would not spread out and fall into the ears of other venerables.

However:

They thought that Wang Pojun would be silent as usual, but the latter suddenly turned his head and looked at them coldly:

"Have you said enough?"

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"you...."

The expressions of the two changed slightly.

None of them thought:

Just as usual, he mocked Wang Pojun casually, but Wang Pojun reacted so much, as if he was stimulated.

Before they could say anything, Wang Pojun had a cold face and said lightly:

"I know what you guys think."

"Admiration for me, and envy of me; fear of me, and disgust for me; courage to quarrel, but not courage to fight swords with me."

"If it's normal, I'm too lazy to care about you..."

As he spoke, his tone gradually became low:

"However, you can mock me and berate my friends, but you shouldn't!"

"Do you know who he is?"

"Just you, what's it worth talking about 'don't know how to praise'?"

"If he can come over and talk to you a few words, it will give you a great face. I am afraid you can boast from now to the time of old age and death in the future."

Hear his words:

One person suddenly showed a look of resentment, and directly argued:

"You have such a big tone. Could it be that you know a certain elder of the Chen family? You are still here to speak up..."

"Cough cough!"

Another Wang's disciple coughed heavily and quickly pulled him away:

"Don't say a few words!"

"If he wants to openly fight with you, can you still beat him? It's you who will be embarrassed then..."

The figures of the two gradually disappeared together with the voice.

"..."

Wang Pojun retracted his gaze and sighed secretly:

"It is the fearlessness of the ignorant."

He rationalized his thoughts, gathered up his distracting thoughts, closed his eyes again, and seized the time to practice the exercises.

........

Time flies.

Numerous venerables on the top of the mountain watched the sun on the sky, set and rise, passing by in a hurry.

This morning:

In the corner of the platform on the top of the mountain, Chen Qingyu, who was sitting on the ground and cultivating his profound arts, suddenly shuddered and opened his eyes.

The system's beep told him that the sign-in place [Tongtianjianxia] was refreshed again.

"really not bad."

He was delighted in his heart, and immediately said silently:

"System! I want to sign in!"

"Ding!"

A crisp and pleasant reminder sounded again in Chen Qingyu's mind:

"The host is signing in for the third time at [Tongtian Sword Gorge]!"

"Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the magic weapon of Jiutian Yingyuan Thunder God Puhua Tianzun - the sword soul of Jiuyu Tianxing Sword!"

The sound falls:

Chen Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and thoughts rushed in his heart:

"Sword Soul? It's not a magic power, nor a magic weapon, but a 'sword soul'?"

It was the first time he had received this type of reward.

It is neither a magical power method, which is biased towards information; nor is it a magic weapon entity, but the so-called sword soul.

What kind of reward is this sword soul?

In the next instant, his question was answered—

"boom!"

In the dark, an unpredictable force descended.

Chen Qingyu shuddered all over, and the numbness to his bones appeared again.

The only difference is that this time, he could almost clearly feel that there was an electric current that came in from his heavenly cover and sank all the way down into his body.

That "current" didn't finally stop until it poured into the sea of ????blood and landed on the nine days.

"call!"

Chen Qingyu took a deep breath and quickly returned to his state. He subconsciously moved his mind and looked at his body:

In an instant:

He clearly "sees" it, a long sword flickering with thunder, floating in his nine days.

This long sword is pitch-black all over, and the whole body is engraved with the Thunder Spirit Pattern.

The front of this sword seems to record all the mysteries about thunder between heaven and earth, including thunder to open up the world, thunder to breed yin and yang, thunder into the sea to combine life... and so on.

On the reverse side of the sword, there are many punishments and laws recorded, ranging from emperors and generals, down to merchants and pawns, and even immortals and gods and Buddhas, all of which are covered by this "law of heaven and earth".

"This... is this the Nine Prison Heaven Xingjian?"

Chen Qingyu held his breath subconsciously and was shocked.

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