Accompanying Zhao Lang to play in the maze is not a good choice, especially when the maze is constantly changing under the control of the opponent.
Jiang Wang simply jumped up and landed on the stone wall.
What greeted him was the roaring flame bullets.
Jiang Wang flipped in the air, lightly stepped on the stone wall, and rushed forward with his sword.
Suddenly, the vines crawling on the stone wall rose up and entangled around Jiang Wang's ankles.
With a swing of his sword, the vines were cut off, but Jiang Wang had to move aside and create distance between himself and Zhao Lang.
The long-prepared wind blades were released one after another, breaking through the whistling wind.
The battle between the two was intense and splendid. The soldiers outside the arena were amazed.
On one hand, they let go of their contempt for the disciples of the Dao Academy, and on the other hand, they became more respectful towards Zhao Lang.
Jiang Wang had abandoned the use of Dao techniques at this time. He still had a long way to go in understanding and using Dao techniques compared to Zhao Lang, and he had little room to display them as he was frequently interrupted.So he focused on honing his swordsmanship.
At this point, he no longer stuck to the five killing techniques, but instead crushed the Purple Qi Coming from the East Sword Art, gradually integrating it into each sword. Eventually, each sword could transform into a killing technique, and each killing technique could be freely reversed.
Every sword was the Purple Qi Coming from the East Sword Art.
This process was difficult and lengthy, but fortunately, Zhao Lang was willing to help. Although his use of Dao techniques was extremely clever, he never made a decisive move, but constantly pushed Jiang Wang to improve.
With each improvement in Jiang Wang's swordsmanship, his Dao techniques became more powerful. Compared to the current combat power displayed by Zhao Lang, this control was particularly terrifying.
Finally, Jiang Wang flipped out of the arena and deeply bowed to Zhao Lang.
"Thank you, Brother Zhao!"
At this point, he held the sword in his hand, and his swordsmanship was perfect.
He could draw his sword at any time, and each sword was a killing technique.
"Why thank me?" Zhao Lang smiled. "Maybe we will be comrades in the future."
He was indeed a talent in assisting Wei Yan in managing the military camp. In this fight, he not only showed his favor, but also educated his subordinates. At this time, he didn't forget to pull some people.
The victory or defeat no longer needed to be discussed.
The soldiers below cheered happily, "Yes, brother, with your skills, don't join the County Academy, come to our military camp! We are all brave men!"
This statement was true. Although brave men were heroic, did it have any appeal? Although there were not many famous senior sisters in the City Dao Academy, it was said that there were many beautiful female cultivators in the County Academy.
In his heart, he decisively rejected these people, but on the surface, he eagerly said, "It's too early to consider joining the County Academy. I will make a decision later."
Coming to the City Guard's camp today was a fruitful experience. After making an appointment with Zhao Lang to seek guidance when he had time, Jiang Wang left with Tang Dun.
...
The soldiers dispersed one after another, and Zhao Lang stopped for a while before seeing Wei Yan approaching with a sword.
"All show and no substance," he sneered.
Zhao Lang smiled bitterly, "If breaking through the realm was as easy as you, I wouldn't have spent so much time on these things. I have spent so much effort on the Small Circulation, but it is still not perfect. It was difficult to complete the Great Circulation, and it has been progressing slowly, unable to reach the Gate of Heaven and Earth. The military also needs combat power, so what can I do without thinking about Dao techniques?"
He spoke simply and his expression was calm.
But how much sweat did it take to reach his level of proficiency in almost all common low-level Dao techniques?
Now he could confidently serve as the deputy commander of the Maple Forest City Guard, standing beside Wei Yan, and calmly accepting the admiration of his subordinates.
What was crossed was not just the distance between an ordinary person and a genius.
The effort expended was not something an ordinary person could imagine.
The entire Maple Forest City Guard consisted of one commander, two deputy commanders, and five vice commanders. These eight people were the high-ranking officials in the military, and both Wei Yan and Zhao Lang were among them.
"You think too much for others and too little for yourself," Wei Yan said.
"Forget about me," Zhao Lang changed the subject. "You have already opened the Gate of Heaven and Earth. When are you going to Jiujing?"
Wei Yan's face darkened. "The transfer order did not go through."
Zhao Lang naturally knew the reason behind this, so he didn't ask why. Instead, he patted Wei Yan on the shoulder. "You no longer need to go to such a place to prove yourself. Actually, the White Feather Army has broader prospects, and it is right in the capital region. You are not inferior to Zhu Weiwo. Maybe one day, General Huangfu will notice you."
"Huh. As long as I cannot spread my wings and show my feathers freely, as long as I cannot break free from the constraints, I will never surpass Zhu Weiwo."
Zhao Lang noticed that Wei Yan's knuckles were turning white from gripping the sword too tightly.
"He always thinks he is right and never considers other people's feelings. If it weren't for my mother..." Wei Yan stopped there.
Zhao Lang remained silent for a while, waiting for him to adjust his emotions, and then said, "Maybe he also cares about you, but he doesn't know how to express it."
"Haha." Wei Yan sneered. "You don't understand him at all. You don't understand me either."
Zhao Lang fell silent.
"Do you think he is repenting? Do you think he feels guilty? You are too naive!" Wei Yan walked away, gripping his sword tightly.
Zhao Lang watched his figure and did not follow.
...
When the cloud crane flew gracefully, it still carried a white round jade stone in its mouth.
Jiang An'an grabbed it, and the cloud crane turned into a piece of writing paper, with the jade stone lying in her hand.
"Here!" Jiang An'an covered her eyes with the hand holding the jade stone, and with the other hand, she handed the paper to Jiang Wang. "An'an didn't peek."
Jiang Wang flicked her nose with his finger. "Mischievous."
He unfolded the paper.
Friend Jiang:
Who can be without confusion? I dare not claim to be a master. The path is long, and Qingyu is also a confused person.
Please give my regards to your sister. The cloud crane brings a jade stone as a keepsake, hoping to hear the sound of a child.
Also, where is Fengxia?
-Qingyu in the Clouds.
"This jade stone is for my sister to communicate with you," Jiang Wang looked at the letter, took the white keepsake stone, infused it with a strand of Dao Yuan, and returned it to An'an.
"Now you can talk to it and your appearance and voice will be seen by the owner of the cloud crane."
"Really?" Jiang An'an widened her eyes.
The keepsake stone suddenly projected a white screen, and on the screen was a beautiful little girl with wide eyes. "Really?"
It perfectly replicated Jiang An'an's appearance.
"It's so magical, isn't it?"
After a while, "It's so magical, isn't it?"
"Start taking the keepsake, An'an, speak properly." Jiang Wang reminded her.
"Start taking the keepsake, An'an, speak properly."
The keepsake stone transmitted the exact same voice, making Jiang An'an giggle.
After laughing, she raised her chin and thought seriously. Then she said to the keepsake stone, "Sister, can you talk to me using this stone? An'an wants to see what you look like!"
After saying that, she handed the keepsake stone to Jiang Wang.
Until Jiang Wang closed the keepsake stone and the white screen disappeared, she whispered, "I'm done talking."
Jiang Wang suddenly retracted his smile. "Finish talking and go do your homework. I knew you were trying to take advantage of the situation!"
Chasing away An'an, he thought for a moment, picked up a pen, and wrote a reply on the cloud paper:
Friend Ye:
Who can be without confusion? I dare not claim to be a master. The path is long, and the maple forest outside the city is beautiful.
Every autumn, the maple leaves are more beautiful than fire. It is difficult to express in words. The meaning is difficult to convey.
Friend resides in the country above the clouds, and I live in the city below the maple forest.
Maple Forest is the meaning.
With this letter, I return the keepsake stone. My sister is young and naive, please don't mind.
-Little Jiang from Maple Forest.