C197 Northern Ocean

Originally, both of them had endless confidence in Zhang Jingxuan. Even at this moment, they were both worried and looking forward to the miracle to happen. Because to them, Zhang Jingxuan was a miracle.

Sure enough, this time, Zhang Jingxuan didn't let them down.

Just as Zheng Xingquan, Xia Yun, and the others felt that it was inevitable that Zhang Jingxuan would suffer a serious injury, Zheng Xingquan was even thinking about how to deal with the remaining situation. Should he capture Hee Jinfeng and Gan Shichi alive or kill them as soon as possible, regardless of the consequences?

In the end, Wong Beiming, who had stayed out of the matter and did not make any moves, suddenly shouted, "Keep him alive!"

The few people beside him were puzzled. Why did Old Man Wang suddenly plead on behalf of an outsider? Could it be that he was afraid of the Litre Bucket Sect disciples who were surrounding the city? Actually, it was also true. Everyone had a family and a business in Shangluo. And that Ye Shengdong came from the South Sea. When the time came, he would turn around and leave. After taking away the credit and reputation, the remaining mess would have to be cleaned up by everyone. What good would it do him? At most, he would say that this person had also participated in this great war. However, he was just a minor character.

The older, the wiser. Some people were already praising in their hearts that it was Mr. Wang who was wise and farsighted.

In fact, whether the onlookers were anxious or shouting, it didn't seem to have any effect on the two of them.

The two of them were moving too fast. They were moving faster than their minds. They had just thought of something, but their bodies had already finished moving.

The two human figures that were facing each other interweaved together and then quickly separated. Numerous bloody lights scattered across the arena like ink. It was unknown what kind of painting they were going to create.

Amidst the bloody light splashing out, the two human figures finally stopped moving.

The two of them were still standing straight. However, even ordinary people who did not have any martial arts... At this moment, it could be seen that Ye Shengdong's body was trembling. The more he thought about it, the more he could not suppress it. Instead, he was trembling even more violently. Perhaps the source of this was his right arm. One of his right arms had been dyed red by blood in an instant.

Although Chung Suizhu was also from a martial arts family, she had obviously never seen such a bloody scene. She turned her head away and did not dare to watch. When she looked at Zhang Jingxuan again, it was nothing more than a small hole with a width of two fingers in his clothes. It looked like he was completely unharmed.

"I have already shown mercy. Old Man Wang, you have to accept my kindness. Ye, you hurt my brother, so I naturally have to repay you double. I heard that your Ye family's Swallow's Nest Replenishing Pill has a miraculous healing effect. I will give Old Man Wang face. Also, since you have such an ability, I will give your right arm a chance to live. Although I don't think you'll appreciate my kindness with your personality, I'll just return this favor to Old Man Wang. "

Everyone carefully looked at Ye Shengdong's right arm. They saw that his arm was about three inches above his elbow, as if it had been cut in a circle by a butcher's knife. The wound was deep to the bone, and his tendons were all damaged.

Ye Shengdong was used to seeing smooth sailing. He had never suffered such a blow before. He gritted his teeth and stared at Zhang Jingxuan with hatred, but he did not stop the bleeding at the first moment.

Seeing Zhang Jingxuan turn defeat into victory, he did not know what method he had used to injure Ye Shengdong. Ye Shengdong, who was using the sword in his right hand, had completely lost his combat strength. Almost no one on the scene could see what had happened.

At this moment, Wong Beiming, who had just shouted, spoke again.

"Cult Master Zhang, thank you for your kindness. Young Master Ye is a guest of Shangluo. If anything bad happens to him here, none of us would be able to sit by and watch. So, thank you, Cult Master Zhang, for showing mercy to your subordinates."

This sentence indirectly proved that it was possible for Zhang Jingxuan to kill Ye Shengdong one step further. He had indeed shown mercy.

"I have lived for so long. In fact, I have long lost the desire to compete with you young men. Even when I was young, I didn't have this intention. There are thousands of people in the world. There are always unknown experts who are at a high place that cannot be reached. Becoming a Number One Expert in this world is just a pipe dream. The only thing that I am slightly proud of in my life... Actually, it is still this feeling of being able to see through fire."

Wong Beiming and Old Man Wang looked like they were really old. Once they opened their mouths, they would start talking. It seemed like it could not be closed. Seeing that half an hour was almost up, Zhang Jingxuan didn't want to interrupt Wong Beiming's words. He opened Yuen Luoyuan's acupuncture points and winked at him. Yuen Luoyuan's injured arm had already been ripped off by Gan Shichi's clothes. He hesitated for a moment. He nodded and walked towards the narrow gap under the giant valve, lowering his body. He went out from under the giant valve.

Zheng Xingquan did not say anything, so the others naturally did not want to stop him.

Wong Beiming also acted as if he did not see this and continued:

"Back then, Great Master Gu Fenggu came here as a guest. In fact, he was already tired of fighting and killing in the Pugilistic World. He only felt that there were many simple things between people that had to be made especially complicated.

For example, Master Zheng set up a trap for Cult Master Zhang this time. With seven against four, he could totally send three people to fight the other three. The remaining four would do their best to kill Cult Master Zhang and make him lose his head. Then, the others would pass the message.

Of course, I'm talking about the ideal state. In reality, everyone has their own thoughts.

Master Zheng seemed to be decisive, but in his heart, he was still thinking of giving himself a way out. He didn't want to fight to the death at all. In this way, although we seem to have more people on our side, in the end, we are not as united as the other party.

Of course, I, this old man, am not qualified to talk to you. I am just standing by and watching."

Realizing that he had gone off topic as he spoke, and seeing that Zheng Xingquan's expression did not change when he heard his words, and he nodded in approval instead, Old Man Wang became even more energetic as he spoke.

"Actually, it's not that I don't want to make a move. If it was a dozen or twenty years earlier... No matter what, I have to take into account my old face and work together with everyone. But now, this arm and leg part can still pretend to be a dragon or a tiger walking. If I really want to fight someone, then I know my own limitations. Maybe I'll trip myself with all my strength. I'm old and useless. I was wondering if I could take advantage of him and stand on the stage to help Sir Zheng maintain his reputation. It's a pity that the heavens don't allow me to do so."

He shook his head self-deprecatingly with a bitter smile on his face. However, he immediately raised his head.

"Although I can't do it, my old man's eyesight is still there. Thinking back, why did Master Gu Fenggu live in my house for several months? On one hand, the Western Phoenix Wine in my house is unparalleled, and on the other hand, it's also because the two of us are having a good time talking. You must know, drinking wine and chatting with your best friend about the great mountains... That taste is the most wonderful thing in life.

Master Gu and I may not be very skilled in martial arts, but our understanding of martial arts... Looking at martial arts, I'm not boasting about myself, but I can say that I have my own unique points. Although I can't leave Shangluo, my family moved here from the end of South Song. To tell you the truth, the greatest treasure in my family is some martial arts manuals passed down from my ancestors.

In the past, my ancestors were also prominent figures in the martial arts world. By chance, I managed to obtain martial arts manuals from various sects. According to the general outline, as long as one cultivated the Northern Ocean Divine Art, the martial arts of each sect would be at his fingertips. It could be said that he could easily become the supreme expert of the martial arts world.

Think about it, with such a good thing, which people in Community of Martial Arts wouldn't be tempted? Today, tell me the secret that has been buried in my heart for a long time because I don't want to bring them to the ground."

It turned out that Wong Beiming had married and taken concubines for his entire life, but in the end, he didn't come out with anything. In the end, when he was fifty years old, he gave up trying. Although he had already accepted this outcome, there was still some bitterness in his words.

"The ancestors obtained these treasures. They were afraid that someone would covet them, so they moved their family to Shangluo. As the saying goes, the great is hidden in the city. In the past few hundred years, all the ancestors in their family had racked their brains to cultivate the Northern Ocean Divine Art. However, they had never been able to do so.

Without the guidance of the Northern Ocean Divine Art, the other ancient texts were all incomplete. There were even a few seniors who were even more impatient. They had cultivated a few other martial arts, and had even died from qi deviation. The ancestors knew how formidable it was and strictly ordered their descendants to cultivate in other ancient books. They must first conquer the Northern Ocean Divine Art.

Unfortunately, my clan is like a huge joke. Entering the treasure mountain and returning empty-handed means us. Even when it reached my father, he still didn't get anything. He spent too much effort on the Northern Ocean Divine Art, and even the martial arts passed down in our family. They have fallen from generation to generation.

My father could be considered a martial arts genius, but he still stumbled upon the Northern Ocean Divine Art. He advanced and retreated three times, and even when he was in his middle age, he still found nothing. Finally, after getting drunk once, he threw the Northern Ocean Divine Art manual into the furnace. "

" Right! If he let the flame burn, would the true manual appear? What a trap!" Gan Shichi was in high spirits when he heard this, and he couldn't help but interject.