Volume 1: The King's Son Chapter 17: Fighting the Evil Spirit
Bang!
This blow hit the evil spirit's face solidly, knocking it directly to the ground.
Woo woo woo…
A hissing sound was heard immediately, which startled Wang Qichang, "Oh no! The evil spirit seems to be angry, Po Baoqing..."
Wang Ai suddenly waved his hand and said, "Wait!"
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"Old man!" Everyone was also shocked. This was the wind that the old man was smoking.
"What are you panicking about!"
Wang Ai looked at the four of them with disdain and said, "What a fuss! I have confidence in Bing'er!"
"ah?"
Wang Qichang was stunned. He really didn't expect that Wang Ai meant to let Wang Bing fight a mad evil spirit.
What a joke, how old is Wang Bing!
Wang Bing's hand holding the gun barrel creaked. The evil spirit was really strong. Even though Wang Bing was an extraordinary person, he couldn't suppress him in the first place.
Swish!
The enraged evil spirit suddenly turned into a ghost, spun in the air and rushed directly behind Wang Bing.
The speed was frighteningly fast, and Wang Bing was also shocked. This was his first actual combat. To be honest, no matter how much he learned and how thoroughly he learned it, it would be useless if he couldn't use it in actual combat!
Now the evil spirit had suddenly rushed behind him, and he had no time to shoot back.
In a flash, Wang Bing pulled the gun back with his backhand, and the tail of the gun directly hit the head of the evil spirit, not giving the evil spirit a chance to get close.
When the evil spirit saw the gun barrel coming towards it, it angrily slapped it with its claws.
Bang!
The blow was so powerful that it almost made Wang Bing lose his balance, but the basic skills laid down by long-term training allowed Wang Bing to stabilize his body at this moment. He took advantage of the huge force and dodged to the side, once again creating some distance between himself and the evil spirit.
But the evil spirit was not going to let Wang Bing go just like that. After a whimper, it rushed towards Wang Bing again.
Swish!
The huge ghost claw drew several red streaks in the air. Wang Bing saw this and leaned back to avoid the claw attack. He twisted his gun and shot the evil spirit in the body.
Woohoo…
This obviously hurt the evil spirit, which further stimulated its murderous intent.
"No! As for the gun, the space is limited and I can't use it..."
Looking at the evil spirit rushing towards him again, Wang Bing's mind moved, and the Qi spear in his hand began to transform again.
bass!
A long sword suddenly appeared in Wang Bing's palm!
Unfortunately, he was a little too hasty in changing weapons this time. As soon as Wang Bing's weapon was formed, the evil spirit appeared in front of him.
"Damn, so fast!"
The speed of weapon blocking is much faster than the speed of the evil spirit's claw attack, and the thing in Wang Bing's hand is not a real object.
Bang!
The evil spirit's claw directly smashed the sword in Wang Bing's hand into pieces.
But there was no panic on Wang Bing's face. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was mocking the evil spirit for falling into the trap!
A painting suddenly appeared under Wang Bing's feet, and it looked like a wolf!
roar!
Accompanied by a wolf howl, a wolf king with gray hair and green eyes emerged from the ground and bit the neck of the evil spirit.
Woohoo…
This time, the roar of the evil spirit was much louder than the previous howl.
But soon the evil spirit used its claws to smack the gray wolf into a ball of ink. After all, it was something that was drawn suddenly, and you couldn't expect it to have strong fighting power.
The more refined and delicate the paintings are, the stronger their fighting power will be.
However, the gray wolf bought Wang Bing a lot of time. Wang Bing jumped high into the air, raised his right arm and suddenly raised the tip of the gun. The sharp Qi spear drew a breath from the left shoulder of the evil spirit.
As Wang Bing tapped the ground with his toes, he tightly grasped the Qi spear with both hands again and suddenly pointed the tip of the spear upwards.
The evil spirit was floating in the air at this time, and Wang Bing suddenly fired a shot that sent it flying.
Seeing the evil spirit about to fall, Wang Bing thrust forward. The shiny black tip of the gun directly pierced through the evil spirit's jaw and came out from the top of its head.
Woo woo woo…
After a painful struggle, the evil spirit finally turned into a black mist and disappeared into the air.
Seeing the evil spirit disappear, Wang Bing finally breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
It was really dangerous just now. If I hadn't drawn a magical painting in advance, I would have probably been injured!
Immediately, he dispersed the Qi Gun and waved it towards Wang Qichang, saying, "Thank you, Grandpa Qichang, for showing mercy! "
…
Quiet, very quiet.
Everyone present didn’t know how to describe Wang Bing. Pervert? Monster?
Although it was Wang Qichang who took the initiative to cut off the supply of the evil spirit's Qi in the end, he knew that the evil spirit could survive for at least fifteen minutes after the supply was cut off.
Within ten minutes, the fighting power of this evil spirit will not diminish!
But it only took Wang Bing eight minutes to kill it, which means that Wang Bing killed it with his own ability.
"hehe……"
Wang Ai, who was sitting at the top, was grinning from ear to ear. Seeing that everyone was shocked by Wang Bing's actions, he stomped his cane and said, "What a treat! This is our Wang family's Qilin child. You can't have confidence in Bing'er!"
Hearing this, the four old men were speechless. Was this a question ?
This Wang Bing is clearly a pervert! Who can fight a vicious spirit alone at this age?
You are all old practitioners, so you can naturally see that Wang Bing's pistol skills are fast, accurate and ruthless, and he has practiced a move that is sure to kill.
I don't know where Wang Ying found such a teacher for Wang Bing...
"Okay! Qichang, please announce the result quickly. I need to go back and recuperate my old bones!" said Wang Ai.
"Wang Bing, congratulations... you passed the fourth test!" Wang Qichang finally announced.
"Thank you, four grandfathers!" Wang Bing bowed again.
"Alright, alright, stop thanking these four old losers!"
Wang Ai waved his hand, stood up with the help of crutches, and said slowly: "Since Xiaohe has passed the assessment, then as the head of the Wang family, I declare! Wang is qualified to learn the art of summoning spirits and sending generals. As for who will teach him..."
After looking around, Wang Ai sighed, "Forget it, let me do it! I don't trust you four half-baked people!"
…
This is really heartbreaking. Even if you are biased, you can't step on us! The four old men murmured in their hearts at the same time.
"As for Wang Bing's matter!"
Wang Ai seemed to have thought of something, and his face gradually became serious. "You four must keep your mouth shut. You are all members of the Wang family. I don't want to put a curse on you! It will be embarrassing if it gets out."
"Wang Bing is the future of our Wang family. You can have rumors in your family, but you have to be careful about the limit, understand?"
"Yes!" The four old men saluted at the same time.
"Well, let's go!"
After sending Wang Ran and the other three away, Wang Ai took Wang Bing to the back hall, where there was a secret room.
After opening the secret room, Wang Ai lit all the candles in the room and pulled Wang Bing to sit on a mat.
Wang Ai smiled and looked at Wang Bing and said, "My dear grandson, from today on, Grandpa will officially teach you the complete version of the Soul Binding and General Sent Out!"
