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"It's just a small matter, I can handle it," Zhao Xiaoshan shook his head, and then said to Zhao Yuzhen, "Well, 27th sister, help me take Brother Wang to play in the castle for a few days! Don't neglect Brother Wang, do you understand? "
"Alright, alright, I got it. You should get back to your work!" Zhao Yuzhen urged, gesturing for Zhao Xiaoshan to leave quickly.
Seeing this, Zhao Xiaoshan smiled bitterly and said a few more words. Under Zhao Yuzhen's urging, he turned around and left.
In the next few days, Zhao Yuzhen acted as a guide and took Wang Changsheng to play in the castle. At first, because of the difference between men and women, the two were a little restrained, but as time went by, the relationship between the two became much closer.
On this day, Zhao Yuzhen took Wang Changsheng to a magnificent building, and there was a faint explosion of spells inside.
There was a silver plaque hanging on the building, and on it were three big black words: Martial Arts Hall.
Although Zhao Yuzhen led the way, the two still had to be checked by the guards. After confirming that there was no mistake, they could enter the Martial Arts Hall.
Wang Changsheng's family also had a Martial Arts Hall, but compared with the Martial Arts Hall of the Zhao Family, it was instantly inferior.
The Martial Arts Hall of the Zhao Family was nearly ten acres in size. There were many cultivators in gorgeous clothes standing in twos and threes. There were men and women, old and young, and there were hundreds of people. They were practicing spells. Common elementary spells such as fireballs, water arrows, icicles, wind blades, and others could be seen here. Some people were even practicing the sword technique.
Seeing Wang Changsheng, everyone subconsciously glanced at him, and a touch of surprise flashed in their eyes at the same time. However, when they saw Zhao Yuzhen next to him, they no longer paid attention and concentrated on practicing.
In the courtyard, there were dozens of black stone tablets that were about ten feet tall. The people of the Zhao Family used all kinds of spells to smash the black stone tablets. In addition, there were some black iron balls of different sizes that were hung on iron poles with chains. They were also used as targets to practice spells.
"Wang Daoyou, this is our Martial Arts Hall of the Zhao Family, what do you think?" Zhao Yuzhen asked Wang Changsheng with a smile, and a touch of pride flashed in her beautiful eyes.
To be honest, the Martial Arts Hall of the Zhao Family was many times better than the Martial Arts Hall of the Wang Family, but in the eyes of the experienced Wang Changsheng, these people of the Zhao Family were just silver spears and crayons. They were only good to look at, but they were useless. They used dead targets to practice spells. Even if they were proficient in spells, when they really fought with the enemy, it would be good if they could use half of their strength. After all, practicing spells and real fighting are's were two different things. But because of their feelings, he couldn't point. He nodded and praised, "It is indeed a good choice to practice spells."
Hearing these words, Zhao Yuzhen frowned slightly. She had grown up in the castle since she was a child, so she had deep feelings for everything in the castle. This was especially true for the Martial Arts Hall, which was the pride of her (his) Zhao Clan. However, according to Wang Changsheng's words, it was only a place to cultivate magic. This made her somewhat dissatisfied. 【△. ai
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Although she was dissatisfied, she also knew that Wang Changsheng, as a disciple of the Taiqing Palace, was experienced and knowledgeable. He might not think much of the Martial Arts Hall of the Zhao Family.
"What? Do you mean that the Martial Arts Hall of the Zhao Family is only used to practice spells?" A somewhat dissatisfied voice came from behind Wang Changsheng.
When Immortal Wang heard this, he subconsciously turned around. A dark faced large man who looked to be in his thirties had appeared behind him at some point in time. At the large man's side were two young men with similar facial features. The dark faced large man's face was a bit overcast, the two young men looking at Immortal Wang with a bit of ill intent.
The black-faced man was in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment stage, and the two young men were in the early stage of the Foundation Establishment stage.
"Seventh Uncle, Ninth Brother, Eleventh Brother, don't misunderstand. This is Nineteenth Brother's Junior Brother," Zhao Yuzhen hurriedly explained.
"I know he is Xiao Shan's junior brother from the same sect, so I won't make things difficult for him. I just want him to give me an explanation as to what a suitable place to cultivate magic is." The dark-faced man waved his hand and stared at Wang Changsheng as he spoke in a deep voice.
When Wang Changsheng heard this, he frowned. After thinking for a while, he opened his mouth and explained, "Sorry, it was a slip of the tongue. Please forgive me."
"Forgive? I'm afraid not. "The black-faced man shook his head.
"Then what do you want?" Wang Changsheng said with some dissatisfaction. There was a limit to his patience. He had already apologized, but the other party was still unwilling to forgive him. Did they really think he was a soft persimmon that could be easily bullied?
"It's very simple. Let's have a fight. If you win, I won't say anything. If I win, please take back what you just said," the black-faced man said lightly.
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