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"You're in a hurry to leave?" Wen Sheng raised his chin and said lightly, "It's not easy to find an opportunity, why didn't I let you go after just a few moves?"

He let out a mad laugh, pointed his foot, and lashed out with a whip kick towards Song Huang Men. This time, the attack was another move in his eyes.

Song Huang Men shot an impatient glance at him, the anxiety in his heart was clearly visible. He did not have the time to make a ruckus here with Wen Sheng. If he dragged things out too long, who knew what would happen to Li Heng.

"I told you, I don't have time to accompany you!" Song Huang Men roared out, his arms forming two twin dragons, he struck the whip leg that was sent down by Wen Sheng, even though he opened the whip leg, it was still smashed into the ground by the immense force.

A bottomless pit was forced open by Wen Sheng's whip kick.

This terrifying attack made most of the imperial guards' faces pale. They couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva as they stared blankly at the dark hole.

In the eyes of others, this was already terrifying enough and powerful enough. No one knew what kind of damage the person who was being attacked had suffered.

"It seems that the blue brick has moved. Is that person still alive?!" One of the guards pointed at the hole and said with a trembling voice, while swallowing his saliva.

The guard next to him glanced at him in dissatisfaction: "How can he not die? We may be turned into minced meat if we were hit by an attack like this. How can we climb out from inside?"

An archer behind them coldly looked at the two of them and snorted.

Although the voice was soft, it was very ear-piercing among the two men. One of them shouted, "What do you mean by that?" His face was ashen.

"Mocking your ignorance." The archer disdainfully said, "Don't compare your star-like cultivation with Haoyue. That man stayed on the Flying Fish Board for several years. If he died just like that, it would be strange."

There was also Wen Sheng, who was standing by the side of the hole, thinking the same way as the bow and arrow.

He knew the result of the previous attack the best. That attack did not have any effect, it just looked scary.

He lowered his head to look at his legs. Song Huangmen's punch just now had caused him some pain.

"Something's wrong!?" It was reasonable to say that Song Huang Men should have come out by now, but why didn't he come out?

While he was still on guard, a pair of hands filled with mud oozed out of the black hole. He grabbed onto a piece of brick and slowly crawled towards the door.

"Jujube style?" Song Huang Men spat out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes were bloodshot. That attack just now was not like Wen Sheng had imagined, and it was useless, but it had become more effective.

"Did senior see through it?" Wen Sheng nodded in satisfaction, his eyes full of vigilance.

"It hurts so much to be hit like that!" Song Huang Men pinched his neck and shook his head, saying with dissatisfaction: "My old bones can't stand up to such torture!"

"Senior, I still have two moves you haven't seen. Don't go!" Although he was very happy to fight against Song Huang Clan, Wen Sheng did not forget his mission. He wanted to block Song Huang Clan from coming out of the Imperial Palace.

"I'm not in the mood to continue with you." Song Huang Men knew that there was nowhere to run. He wanted to walk into the palace to knock the person in front of him to the ground, then knock the imperial guards behind him to the ground so that he could walk to the imperial harem to search for Li Heng's trail.

Moreover, with how much trouble he had caused, he must have attracted everyone's attention and not given much time.

He had to end this battle quickly!

"Thousand-Hands, Thousand-Arms!" The light in Song Huangmen's eyes shone brightly as he swung his hand in a circle, turning it into a Thousand-hand Guan Yin in the air.

What made Wen Sheng terrified was that he could not tell that the Thousand Hands of Song Huang Sect, the one in the Thousand Arms, was the real one!

It was as if everything was real!

But the more dangerous the situation was, the more excited he got. Laughing maniacally, his legs brought along a strong wind as he charged towards the Thousand-Arms Gate.

"Senior, try this move of mine. It's the Spring Food Style!" Wen Sheng's eyes were filled with a trace of ecstasy as he fearlessly charged towards Song Huang Gate.

He had been waiting for this moment for far too long!

If he wanted to cross the Sea of Bitterness, he needed an appropriate opponent.

Without experiencing wind and rain, how could he see the glory of the other side?

He stayed in Mountain Shifting State for a long time, from the first year of the Crown to the first year of his life.

In ten years, he did not advance at all. He was also a prodigy at that time, a person who refused to advance even after a long time. This made him lose all confidence.

He gave up. He chose a path that was the complete opposite of martial dao.

This idea of his was somewhat similar to Li Ye's.

He also chose the path he wanted to follow. He chose to observe the mountains, to watch the mountains, and to cross them.

Ten years of bitter training had produced no results.

He chose to be a ploughman and gave up on his previous cultivation. Every day, he would leave the city, and the sun would set. It was as if he had completely forgotten about everything else.

What martial arts genius, he wasn't.

He was just an ordinary ploughman.

After fifteen years of ups and downs, he had completely forgotten all about his martial arts cultivation, such as farming, splitting firewood, cutting jujube trees, cutting wheat, and eating spring food.

In the hands of Wen Sheng, who had a powerful cultivation, these farmers became extremely skilled at their work.

After he had put down everything, he seemed to have realized something.

Without his obsession with cultivation, he gained even more. The farmer who worked as hard as he to hoe the land in his manor also had a virtuous woman who was as virtuous as his beloved.

After putting down the sword in his hand, he increased the number of calluses he had in his hands.

He could do all the farm work skillfully with his eyes closed.

Fifteen years later, when he had truly forgotten all his martial arts cultivation, he instead understood.

An outburst from within.

Before he broke through, he wanted to make a name for himself, to establish himself as a white-masked swordsman in the martial arts world. This was his dream, and in the end, it became his nightmare.

When he had forgotten all about it, he had it all.

However, when he looked at the Sea of Bitterness before his eyes, he was somewhat at a loss.

All the fame and pursuit he had been yearning for seemed to have been for nothing. Instead, he felt that the hoe in his hand was everything.

He had completely forgotten about the sword techniques of the past. All that was left was the daily work of farming. Every move of his had become nimble. Out of farming, it was also different from the daily work of farming.

He didn't want to leave the mountain again, and he also didn't want to fight anymore. It was good to be a farmer.

However, the Great Wei was unwilling to let him go. When Li Kedi's decree was placed in front of him, he fell silent. The heaven that he had painstakingly built was gone.

He did not complain at all. After bidding farewell to his family and the farm tools in his hands, he took on the heavy responsibility of saving the country and left for Chang'an.

The Great Wei was on the verge of collapsing.

"Great Wei needs him, Great Wei needs him!"