The second master of the Tang family has a handsome face.
But when he habitually laughs silently, it always seems exaggerated and comical.
Wang Po doesn't like his way of laughing, because it makes him feel very cryptic, and it seems to hide a lot of emotions that cannot be seen through.
Many years ago, when he first arrived in Wenshui, when he first saw each other in the ancestral hall of the Tang family, he didn't like him.
At that time, the second master of the Tang family looked at Wang Po in ragged clothes, his eyes rolled slightly, and he smiled silently, just like looking at wild dogs on the street, poor relatives who came to shelter from the rain.
At that time, Wang Po, looking at his face, gave birth to an extremely strong impulse or longing.
He wanted to swing the iron knife in his hand and smash the face and smile of the second master of the Tang family to pieces.
But for the sake of Mrs. Tang's face and the accountant's job, he didn't take any action.
So this longing has always remained deep in his heart, and it has not weakened even after many years.
To this day, Wang Po could no longer suppress his impulse when he saw the second master of the Tang family coming out of the tea house on the street, with a shameless and silent smile on his handsome face.
Enzhong is indeed as tall as a mountain, but his iron knife is also really hungry for too long.
So, he swung the iron knife.
In Wenshui, when they were still young, he failed to break the sneering smile on the face of the second master of the Tang family. It was because he didn't want to fight, he was enduring it.
Now he doesn't want to bear it anymore and wants to hit, so he can hit it naturally.
The Wan Jinye body technique that was passed down by the Tang family is indeed difficult to trace, it is extremely mysterious, but in Wang Po's eyes, it is nothing.
During the second month in Wenshui, Mrs. Tang went to the accountant's office and taught him this movement method in person.
He didn't need to draw the knife, the iron knife was still in the sheath, he could beat the second master of the Tang family speechless.
The second master of the Tang family was sitting in the snow with blood all over his face and indescribable hatred in his eyes.
"My Tang family wants to protect your life... Since you don't care and want to die, then go die."
Wang Po stood up, held the iron knife again, and hit him, which naturally showed that he rejected the request of the Wenshui Tang family.
If he wanted to kill Zhou Tong with Chen Changsheng, he would have to fight Tie Shu head-on.
"It hasn't started yet, how can it be said that it is death?"
Wang Po looked at the second master of the Tang family and said, "This is where you are inferior to me, Xun Mei, and Xiao Zhang."
The beginning of this era of wildflowers has some terrific names written about it.
Wang Po, Xun Mei, Xiao Zhang, Liang Wangsun, Xiao De...
Few people still remember that at the very beginning, there was a name named Tang in this list.
"They are like you. They are not as good as me in terms of talent or opportunity. They have never been able to catch up with me, but they have not given up and are always catching up."
Wang Po's sight fell on the end of Snow Street.
He knew that Xiaode was there, and Xiao Zhang might also appear.
Liang Wangsun took refuge and returned to Xunyang City, but Xun Mei would never appear again.
"Cultivating the Tao and fighting are the same thing. The outcome cannot be determined until the last moment. In the end, Xun Mei caught up with me in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, and Xiao Zhang still has a possibility."
Wang Po withdrew his gaze, looked at the second master of the Tang family and said, "And you fought me in Wenshui that year, and you felt that you could never be my opponent, so instead you guessed people's hearts and learned strategies... then It is to admit defeat. From that moment on, you have become a waste, and you will never be able to defeat me, and you will never be as good as me in this life."
The second master of the Tang family was stunned, with a dazed expression.
Wang Po's voice was very calm, without any deliberate mockery, just making a calm and objective judgment.
But anyone can hear a feeling from these words, a condescending feeling.
Because in his words, the word invincible is full.
This is the strong.
For those opponents who are also famous in the world, Wang Po's realm may be higher, but he will definitely not be able to crush him.
For example, Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun.
But in real battles, he has never been defeated, and he often wins by crushing.
It is because he is much higher in terms of momentum, will, mentality, and cognition of the world and his own heart.
Looking at Wang Po, Tie Shu showed admiration and felt a lot of emotion.
Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, each leading the coquettish for decades, but who can have such a big lead over the powerhouses of the same generation in those years, and have such courage
Not to mention, the past few decades have been the era of wild flowers blooming, and countless talented ascetics have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.
However, with a knife, Wang Po suppressed the powerhouses or geniuses of this generation so that it was difficult to breathe, and it was difficult for him to stand out.
Except for Zhou Dufu, no one has done similar things.
Appreciation and emotion eventually lead to the vigilance and restlessness of the whole world.
That's why Zhu Luo wanted Wang Po to die even if he didn't hesitate to die.
Since Wang Po was not going to follow the advice of the Wenshui Tang family, he would of course kill Wang Po, and even, he was a little anxious to kill Wang Po.
Just like that day in Tanzhe Temple.
Because now, he is either Bianyanghong or Wuwubi, and he still has the ability to kill Wang Po.
If it is not faster, if it takes a few more days, if there are two more snowfalls, what should we do
In a few days and two more snowfalls, maybe they won't be able to kill Wang Po.
This perception is very disturbing.
Even the starry sky that covers the human world trembles.
At that time, will there really be a second Zhou Dufu in the world
No, even if it is just a conjecture, this is not allowed.
Tie Shu looked at Wang Po and said, "Sorry."
Whether it is the oath of the starry sky, bullying the young with the big, bullying the young with the old, or saying that the human race will perish a future giant, it is worth his apology.
Wang Po did not respond to his apology, because in his opinion, he might not necessarily lose in today's battle.
Yes, the entire continent would not think that he would win, even if he was Wang Po.
But he didn't think so himself.
Because the night rain in Xunyang City was very fast, the fallen leaves in Tanzhe Temple were beautiful, and the cold willows by the Luoshui River were thick like fog, but they could no longer cover his eyes.
Wang Po raised the iron knife and pointed at the iron tree, his movements were smooth and simple.
The iron knife trembled slightly.
That is not fear, but the desire to fight and the courage to challenge.
From Tanzhe Temple to Xuejie, it has been many days, and he has not made a single blow.
Everyone knew that the next knife would be the strongest in his life.
There is only a table between him and the iron tree, logically speaking, raising the knife will touch the iron tree's clothes.
But when he raised the knife, there seemed to be a big river between them, so far away that the iron knife couldn't touch the iron tree's clothes at all.
This long distance is the distance between the sacred realm and the human world
Can his iron knife ignore this distance and land on the starry sky
Nobody knows.
When Wang Po didn't use his sword, there were infinite possibilities.
When he draws the knife, it means that infinite possibilities collapse into a truth.
The whole world is waiting to see the only truth, who will not be able to bear this truth in the next moment.
At this moment, Iron Tree made a choice.
The choice is simple but represents hundreds of years of experience.
He chose to shoot.
Don't let Wang Po draw his sword.
He decided not to give Wang Po a chance to use his sword at all.
No matter what the truth of the knife was, he didn't want to look at it again.
Because he originally wanted to kill Wang Po, rather than accept Wang Po's knife.
When he decided to shoot first, no one could be faster than him.
Unless his opponent is also a strong man in the sacred domain, or the sanctified Xu Yourong or Nanke.
Wang Po is not.
Therefore, Tieshu's hand fell on Wang Po's knife first.
At this time, Wang Po's saber was still not out of its sheath.
The snow falling from the sky suddenly stopped.
A thunderous sound resounded through the long street.
All the buildings on both sides of the street were reduced to ashes.
The countless flakes of snow that were still in the air also turned into powder.
The smoke dissipated, the street was empty, and Wang Po and Iron Tree disappeared without a trace.
The thunder did not disappear, but continued to curl up continuously.
Finally, it landed at Luoshui.