Chapter 37 Who Took the Hook
A man and a woman stood on two leaf-shaped magical instruments and slowly descended. Then they waved their hands, and the half-meter-wide leaves turned into normal leaves and were put into the storage bags tied around their waists.
Wang Yao kept cursing the rich man. Flying magic tools and storage bags are things that ordinary cultivators don’t have. Although they are available in the Supervisory Office’s warehouse, they require meritorious service to exchange for them.
Otherwise, one would have to wait until reaching the Gangqi realm to obtain distribution, because those who practice Qi training are a minority in the Dao Supervision Department or among the general public, otherwise the consumption of true Qi to control the magic weapon would be too great.
Judging from their aura, this man and woman are only at the Innate Realm, but because they are disciples of a sect, they have practiced Qi cultivation and possess magical powers, so they can be equipped with standard magical instruments.
However, Wang Yao was only slightly angry because he had something more advanced. Taoist Black Lotus had left him a fortune.
Wang Yao touched the storage bag at his waist. Inside were some spirit stones, a few magic jade slips, and a few magic tools. However, he couldn't remove the restrictions of a magic tool below the supernatural realm, so he couldn't use it yet.
"Junior sister, why are you here? And why are the Silver Guards from the Supervisory Office here too?" The woman in the green dress looked at Yu Linghan in confusion.
When Yu Linghan saw that the person who came actually knew her, she rubbed her eyes and took a closer look, and found that it was the person who had been with Master Zi Cui since she passed by last time and accepted her as a disciple.
This is easy to handle. Yu Linghan's eyes immediately filled with tears. He threw himself into the arms of the woman in the green skirt and said aggrievedly, "Senior Sister, he bullied me and even took away my servant."
The woman in the green skirt wiped Yu Linghan's tears and said sympathetically, "Why did you get into a conflict with a Silver Guard? What happened to your servant being captured?"
Yu Linghan stammered and was unable to speak. She couldn't possibly say that she wanted to take a flower-stealing thief as her slave.
The woman in the green dress probably understood something, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she looked at the man next to her, and the man nodded in understanding.
He stepped forward, bowed to Wang Yao, and said, "Excuse me, which Silver Guard is here? We are disciples stationed at the Eastern Garden of Fuxian Mountain, and we all serve under the Dao Supervisory Department."
Wang Yao saw that the man was very impressive and his eyes were bright. He didn't look like he had any ill intentions. He returned the greeting and explained, "First-class Silver Guard Wang Yao has been tracking the Red Fragrance Bandit ever since. Unexpectedly, your junior sister wanted to protect him, so there was a little conflict."
"My name is Que Yangrong, and this is my junior sister Sheng Lan. Please forgive me if I have offended you in any way." Que Yangrong introduced the woman in green skirt, and the two of them apologized on behalf of Yu Linghan.
Just when Wang Yao thought they were very sensible and understanding, Yang Rong changed the subject, "However, since you are disrespectful to my master, then I must challenge you."
"Senior, please!" Que Yangrong flew to the open space outside the courtyard and prepared to welcome Wang Yao.
Wang Yao's face twitched. He thought too much and thought that the problem could be solved without fighting.
Similarly, Wang Yao also jumped up, and after a few flashes, he came to the opposite side of Que Yangrong and explained, "I am not disrespectful to Master Zi Cui. Also, I am not a senior, so don't call me old."
Que Yangrong showed a hint of doubt, and then glanced at the delicate silver line on Wang Yao's black robe, and asked: "But you are clearly a Silver Guard, aren't you in the Gangqi realm?"
Wang Yao pinched his chin, exuding his well-hidden aura of innate perfection, and asked curiously, "Why, you allow disciples of your sect to challenge higher-level officials, but I'm not allowed to take on higher-level positions?"
A trace of anger appeared on Que Yangrong's upright face, and he said arrogantly: "So he is not yet in the Gangqi realm, then it is easier to deal with him."
After saying this, Que Yangrong was ready to take action. He wanted to teach this ignorant Xiantian Silver Guard a lesson. Didn't he know that sect disciples could just beat up random people at will?
Unexpectedly, Wang Yao immediately extended his hand and made a slow gesture, and said with a hint of provocation: "I'll fight you, okay, but I want to put some prizes on it."
Que Yangrong and Sheng Lan exchanged a glance, then asked in a deep voice, "What's the prize? Tell me, what are you going to give out?"
Wang Yao reached out and touched the storage bag on his waist. A cone-shaped magic weapon appeared in Wang Yao's hand. Although it had not been activated by its owner, it still emitted a faint dangerous aura.
"A top-grade magic weapon, and I'll bet you everything in your storage bag!" Wang Yao said proudly.
Que Yangrong's expression changed drastically. How come this person has a top-grade magic weapon? His best is only a mid-grade magic weapon.
Seeing Yang Rong's hesitation, Wang Yao pretended to be timid and said, "Are you going to fight me or not? If not, I'm leaving."
Que Yangrong saw that Wang Yao was feeling a little guilty, but he still couldn't make up his mind. At this time, Sheng Lan's crisp voice rang out: "Wang Yinwei, I'll put my storage bag on the table as well, but you can only compete in magic."
Although Que Yangrong felt a little strange, as they had always used magic weapons to suppress others, he never expected that he would end up like this.
Encouraged by Sheng Lan, Que Yangrong also gained confidence and said to Wang Yao in a stern tone, "Why, Lord Wang, do you agree to this bet? Our combined wealth is much more valuable than your top-grade magical weapon."
Wang Yao held the awl magic weapon tightly, his expression wavering, as if he couldn't make up his mind, and he became more and more hesitant.
Que Yangrong seized the opportunity and bewitched him, "Sir Wang, even if you use a top-grade magical weapon, you can only launch one attack with your cultivation level. If I block it, you will lose."
"Okay, I agree!" Wang Yao put away the awl magic weapon and said with difficulty.
They've taken the bait. This thought occurred to Wang Yao and the others present at the same time.
Although Yu Linghan's cultivation was shallow and she lacked common sense in Taoism, she felt that she was more confused than an outsider, and she also believed that Wang Yao had been fooled.
A beautiful blush appeared on her face, and she took a few steps forward with great interest to watch the show and learn some fighting experience in advance.
"Lord Wang, be careful, I won't be polite." Que Yangrong quickly made hand gestures with his hands, and fireballs as big as human heads rushed towards Wang Yao.
The speed was so fast that even Wang Yao was shocked. He had no time to use the light body technique and ran quickly to dodge.
Escaped? Que Yangrong frowned slightly. This was the basic magic he had been practicing since he entered Taoism.
With the blessing of refined dragon and tiger magic power, Wang Yao's magic power has increased by several levels. Under the light body technique, his casual steps seem to turn into a breeze, dodging at will.
Basic spells such as ice arrows, earth spikes, quicksand, etc. were used by Queyang Rong, who had orthodox inheritance. It can be said that Wang Yao was always on the run.
Fortunately, although Wang Yao's magic skills were not well-developed, his physical fitness was excellent. He did not feel tired at all after running for half a day, not to mention that he had the blessing of the light body technique.
"Wind Blade Explosion!" Yang Rong became impatient after holding on for a long time and used the advanced spell of wind blade. A dense group of wind blades surrounded Wang Yao.
Although Wang Yao seemed to be besieged by wind blades and had no way to escape, Yang Rong's magic power was not connected at this time, and the magic power in his meridians was drained by him.
The opportunity came. Wang Yao seized the moment and summoned a huge black and white handprint again to block all the wind blades.
He then slid and quickly rushed in front of Que Yangrong. Wang Yao summoned several wind blades and aimed them at Que Yangrong who was unable to dodge.
"You lost, give it to me!" Wang Yao aimed his fist at Queyang Rong's solar plexus and hooked the storage bag on his waist with one hand.
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