Seeing that Qingyan was still obsessed with this matter, Wang Tianlang smiled and said, "Qingyan, you are such a smart person, why don't you even understand this principle!" Qingyan was stunned and said, "What's the principle? I really don't understand!" Wang Tianlang sighed, "Think about it, that Flying Star Sword is a famous person, and naturally cherishes his reputation very much. Although he is a cultivator, he is not a monk who is empty of all the great powers. Today he met me. Although he did not lose to me, he suffered a little loss. Everyone has a good face. Besides, he is a famous person like him. Of course, he doesn't want others to know or see such a shameful thing. But you, you just saw everything. What do you think?"

Qingyan suddenly realized, "He was afraid that I would go out and talk nonsense, which would affect his reputation. This person is really, I am not that bored. Why do you say this if you have nothing to do! Look at him like that, it seems that I will definitely say it, Humph, losing is losing, losing is losing! Who dares to say that he is invincible in the world? What are you afraid of losing? The Five Swords of Huashan are not the best in the world. His master was not defeated back then, and he is not that powerful now! I think that as long as a person can afford to lose, he can win more. Brother Wang, do you think what I said is right?"

Wang Tianlang felt something when he heard this, and he was slightly moved and murmured, "As long as you can afford to lose, you can win more! As long as you can afford to lose, you can..." He whispered several times, as if he was savoring the meaning of the words carefully, and his expression was even more volatile. Obviously, these extremely simple words touched him deeply.

After a long time, Wang Tianlang let out a long sigh, and then a smile appeared on his face. It was a smile from the bottom of his heart, very happy and happy. It seemed that he had figured out a problem that had been puzzled by him for a long time. After the knot in his heart was untied, it was like he was free from a layer of heavy constraints. His body and mind were suddenly relaxed, and it seemed that he had gained liberation. That kind of pleasure and mood were not something that could be described in words.

Qingyan was confused and didn't understand how these few words made Wang Tianlang like this. Just as he was about to ask, Wang Tianlang suddenly looked up and waved to the sky. The roar suddenly started, which really scared Qingyan. The roar was straight up to the sky. The loud sound made the clouds disperse and the moon darken. The roar was so bright that everything was shocked. Because Qingyan was too close to Wang Tianlang, he not only heard it clearly, but also was overwhelmed by the powerful aura emitted from Wang Tianlang's body. If Qingyan had not had weak cultivation and luck to protect his body in time, he might have suffered some internal injuries.

Wang Tianlang's roar lasted half an hour, and it was a veritable long roar. He was so excited that it made Qingyan miserable. Wang Tianlang's cultivation was too strong. Not to mention how thick and loud his roar was, the aura he accidentally emitted made Qingyan a little unable to bear it. Qingyan was originally only a few feet away from Wang Tianlang, and now Qingyan has been forced farther and farther away by his aura. Looking at Qingyan at this time, not only did the blue air on his face, but also around his body.

A faint green aura appeared and he had already brought Taiqing's power to the extreme, fighting with all his might against Wang Tianlang's powerful aura and roar. Listening to Wang Tianlang's roar that seemed to be louder and louder, resisting the ever-increasing and scented, Qingyan smiled bitterly in his heart and said, "Brother Wang, have you shouted enough? I'm almost out of here. Just shout, as for what to do if you want to make such a big noise? Oh my god! This is a shout, it's even more fierce than thunder in the sky, so powerful!"

Unfortunately, Wang Tianlang didn't hear the cry in Qingyan's heart. His roar seemed endless, without a trace of stopping, and it was the sound of the roar. It turned into a faint thunder as Qingyan said. There were bursts of rapid sounds, waves of thunder, and waves of strong wind rushing out from him. The air waves rolled, the wind rolled, the trees flew, the grass flew and the leaves fell. This valley seemed to be unable to accommodate Wang Tianlang. Seeing the fierce wind, the vibrating thunder was really shocking and the wind and clouds changed color.

Qingyan had seen this situation a few times. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he could not believe that it was actually a movement caused by a human. Now he was already a hundred feet away from Wang Tianlang, but he was still shrouded in that powerful aura. The sharp wind was about to blow him up, and the deafening thunder had already shocked him to amaze him. Qingyan strongly stabilized his body and retreated several feet, but he still couldn't get rid of Wang Tianlang's aura. This was not a solution. Qingyan said, "Brother Wang's aura has no intention of weakening at all. If this continues, he will not be able to withstand it. This wind power is even stronger than the Great Wind Art of Ghost Wind. No, I have to let Brother Wang stop!" Qingyan thought so in his heart, but how could he let Wang Tianlang stop?

Qingyan could see clearly that Wang Tianlang had entered the state of selflessness for some reason. He turned a blind eye to the movements around him and ignored them. He could not wake him up. Besides, he was not so loud. Qingyan thought for a while and thought of it.

The purple light flashed, and the purple heart sword in Qingyan's hand was moved. Taiqing's Dao power activated the purple heart sword. The sword light broke out, and the purple lightning pointed directly at Wang Tianlang in the distance. This was the solution Qingyan had no choice but to think of. At this time, only the power of the purple heart sword could awaken Wang Tianlang. Qingyan concentrated his mind and walked towards Wang Tianlang step by step.

The Zixin Sword was indeed powerful. As soon as the sword light came out, the sharp wind could weaken its power. Qingyan felt that his body was lighter, and his whole body suddenly became much lighter. Under the protection of the Zixin Sword, Wang Tianlang's aura became less powerful and imposing. Qingyan was delighted and quickened his pace. He arrived at a place seven or eight feet next to Wang Tianlang in just a few seconds, but when he got here, he was difficult to move forward, and he couldn't move forward.

Seeing that Wang Tianlang was still the same, pressing his dantian with his hands, looking up, there was a faint golden light flashing on his body. Qingyan could see clearly. A faint golden light vaguely appeared from Wang Tianlang's open mouth. I guess this was the whistle condensed by his true energy. Qingyan secretly admired that Brother Wang's cultivation was really amazing.

Seeing Wang Tianlang's eyes closed slightly, he looked completely selfless, and it seemed that he had forgotten everything! Qingyan smiled bitterly and shouted "Brother Wang" with hope, but Wang Tianlang did not react at all. Qingyan knew that with his cultivation level, the sound he sent could not see through the strong wind and waves around Wang Tianlang, and now he could only rely on the Purple Heart Sword!
Chapter completed!