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  If Zhao Guanghong was hit by the mace in the hands of the golden armored guard, even if he didn't die, he would be crippled.

   He didn't dare to neglect, he hurriedly took out three yellow flying knives, and at the same time quickly retreated behind him.

   Three metal collision sounds of "kengkangkang" sounded, and the three yellow flying knives flew out backwards, and Zhao Guanghong also stepped back more than twenty feet away.

  The Golden Armor continued to walk towards Zhao Guanghong, chasing after him.

   Zhao Guanghong frowned, his hands lit up with a dazzling yellow light, squatted down, pressed his hands to the ground, and the two yellow lights disappeared into the ground.

   The next moment, dozens of yellow ropes drilled out from the ground, entangling the body of the golden armor guard like lightning, making it immobile.

   At this time, the cyan disc also blocked all the yellow boulders, and a dozen cyan flying swords collapsed and disappeared.

  Wang Qingshan made a pinch, and the cyan disc broke apart, turned into hundreds of cyan flying swords, and slashed at the golden guard, cutting off the yellow rope that was entangled in the golden guard.

  The Golden Armor Guards spread out a thick golden beam of light, hitting Zhao Guanghong.

   Zhao Guanghong's face changed slightly, he hurriedly backed away, and avoided the past.

   There was a loud noise, and the golden beam of light hit the ground, and there was a huge pit several meters in size on the ground.

   Zhao Guanghong just stood firm, and hundreds of cyan flying swords shot at him, with the posture of smashing him into thousands of pieces.

   He hurriedly waved the yellow flag and released a large yellow hurricane. The cyan flying sword hit the yellow hurricane and flew out one after another.

  The cyan flying sword flew upside down, stopped quickly, and quickly gathered together, turning into a cyan giant sword with a length of about ten feet, exuding an amazing aura, and slashing at Zhao Guanghong.

Zhao Guanghong felt the amazing momentum of the cyan giant sword, his face changed greatly, and he hurriedly put out a yellow shield to block in front of him. in.

   The cyan giant sword slashed on the yellow shield, making a muffled sound.

   "Boom!"

   There was a loud noise, and a huge mace hit the yellow shield, and the yellow shield flew upside down, hitting Zhao Guanghong, and Zhao Guanghong flew out.

   As soon as he stood firm, a thick golden beam of light shot out, hitting him in a flash.

   "Boom!"

   A huge explosion sounded, and a large piece of golden light drowned Zhao Guanghong's body.

   A cyan giant sword flew out and disappeared into the golden light in a flash.

   A shrill scream sounded, the golden light dissipated, Zhao Guanghong fell to the ground, his body was divided in two, and he was cut in half by some kind of sharp weapon.

   His face was full of inconceivable expressions. If Wang Qingshan had not had a second-tier high-grade puppet beast, he would not have been defeated at all.

Zhao Xueyun's face sank. She dared to agree to the competition because she had certain confidence in the Zhao family's foundation-building cultivators. The Zhao family members who accompanied her had participated in many battles and had rich fighting skills. Zhao Guanghong was proficient in soil magic and had once killed the foundation-building cultivators. The magic cultivator on the fourth floor did not expect to worship Wang Qingshan.

   Of course, that second-tier high-grade puppet beast has contributed a lot. If Wang Qingshan hadn't sacrificed a second-tier high-grade puppet beast, it would be hard to say who would win and who would lose!

   Seeing Wang Qingshan's victory, Wang Changyue and the others looked happy, the Zhao family cultivator's face was ugly, and his gaze towards Wang Qingshan was rather unkind.

With a thick smile on Guangdong Ren's face, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he said meaningfully: "Mrs. Zhao, according to our agreement, our Bailingmen won. An ugly word, I want to say it up front, this is the end of the matter, you can't take revenge in private, if I know that you are taking revenge on Wang Xiaoyou in private, I will not be polite."

   Although Guangdong Ren had the intention of bribing people’s hearts, after hearing this, the cultivator of the Wang family was still very moved.

"Guang Daoyou, rest assured, with this amount of energy, I still have a concubine body. Let's find a quiet place and discuss the mining of the silver gang ore. Xiaoyou Zhao, put away the bodies of your clan! After returning to the sect, this palace will reward them well. Your Zhao family will not let your relatives die in vain."

   Zhao Xueyun found a quiet place and negotiated with Guangdong Ren.

  The Zhao family cultivator put away Zhao Guanghong's body and wrote down the blood debt in his heart.

  Wang Qingshan returned to his fellow clan under the admiration of the monks.

   "Qingshan, you have done a great job. When you go out in the future, you have to be more careful. If there is no evidence, Senior Guang will not be able to stand up for you."

   Wang Changyue exhorted through voice transmission.

   "Got it, auntie, I'll pay attention."

   After half an hour, Guangdong Ren and Zhao Xueyun finished their discussions, and each side left five foundation-building cultivators and 20 qi-refining cultivators to work together to mine this silver astral ore vein.

  Wang Qingshan defeated Zhao Guanghong, and Bailingmen gained 60% of the benefits.

After    returned to the sect, Guangdong Ren sent people to send two foundation building pills to the Wang family as encouragement, and Wang Changping also received 1,000 contribution points.

  Wangjiabao, a quiet courtyard, Wang Qingshan is chatting with Lin Xiao over tea.

   "Fellow Daoist Lin, thanks to your reporting this time, our Wang family will never treat people who have meritorious deeds badly. This is a little thought of our Wang family. Please don't be too little."

  Wang Qingshan took out a blue storage bag and handed it to Lin Xiao.

   Five hundred spirit stones, one low-grade magic weapon.

  Lin Xiao was also welcome, thanked him, and accepted the storage bag.

   "Thank you, fellow Daoist Wang."

Wang Qingshan smiled slightly and said, "Fellow Daoist Lin, what are your plans in the future? If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have discovered that silver gangster ore vein. The people of the Zhao family will definitely hate you. If you travel, you have to be more careful. ."

  Lin Xiao nodded and said gratefully: "Thank you very much, Daoyou Wang, my injury has healed, so I won't bother you. Lin is very grateful for the grace of your royal family."

   "Fellow Daoist Lin~www.novelmt.com~ Are you interested in serving as the guest secretary of our royal family?"

  Lin Xiao's cultivation base is not high, but he has a lot of experience in fighting. If he can subdue this person, that would be the best.

  Lin Xiao pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, fellow Daoist Wang, Lin is used to being idle and doesn't have that ability."

   "If that's the case, then forget it, Fellow Daoist Lin, I'll send you away."

  Wang Qingshan did not force himself, and personally sent Lin Xiao away from Wangjiabao.

   In a quiet yard, Wang Mingyuan and Liu Qinger were chatting with a boy with beautiful eyebrows.

  The boy is Wang Changsheng's fourth son, Wang Qingyang, with four spiritual roots, and his aptitude is not good. As for the third son, he has no spiritual roots and was sent to the secular world.

   "Grandpa, grandma, father and mother haven't left the customs yet? I haven't seen them yet!"

  Wang Qingyang asked curiously, when he was a few months old, his parents retreated and practiced one after another, and he has not left for seven years.

  Wang Qingyang was brought up by Wang Mingyuan and Liu Qinger, who doted on this little grandson very much.

   "Not yet, it should be soon. Qingyang, you have to practice hard. If your parents go out, they will be very happy to see that you are so good."

  Wang Qingyang lowered his head and said somewhat self-deprecatingly: "I am a four-spiritual root, no matter how much I cultivate, I can't compare to a three-spirited clan."