Ji Wuyu sat aside and held an animal-head wine glass: "Maybe Ji Yichuan asked his son to try it in advance. After all, even if he fails, Ji Ning can try again four years later."
Ji Lie nodded.
"They have two chances, but we can't lose even once." Ji Lie showed a smile, "Fortunately, I accepted my adopted son 'Zhu' back then."
Then Ji Lie said to the servant beside him: "Let Zhu come see me!"
"Yes, Master." The barefoot maid bowed and stepped back.
After a moment, a tall young man wearing golden fur strode in. This young man was very imposing. His face was covered with a layer of golden hair, and his eyes were faintly golden. Unlike ordinary people, he was always carrying A dark straight knife.
The whole person strode in... At first glance, he looked like a lean golden-haired man. Although he is only thirteen years old, he is slightly taller than Ji Liedu.
"Father." He shouted respectfully.
"罴." Ji Lie looked at his adopted son and nodded with satisfaction, "The Golden Sword Ceremony happens every four years. I will arrange for you to register your name to participate in this Golden Sword Ceremony. I have only one request... to win the Golden Sword. !”
"Yes." Zan's voice was deep and deep.
"Yes." Ji Lie nodded with satisfaction. He had adopted many adopted sons, but few of them satisfied him. Zhuan was the one who made him extremely satisfied. This time, Zhuan was asked to attend the Golden Sword Ceremony so as to hinder Ji Ning. Ji Lie There is also full confidence.
Ji Lie added: "What you need to be careful about this time is the Dripping Sword Ji Yichuan's only son - Ji Ning! Although he has never experienced a real life-and-death battle, after all, he is practicing the most advanced skills and secrets of our Ji family. .Although what I taught you is also a top-notch technique, compared with his, it is still slightly inferior."
He nodded.
He understood that he was just an adopted son. And what about Ji Ning? But the only son of Dripping Sword Ji Yichuan is the most promising successor to the palace master. The difference in status between the two was too big. Ji Ning could easily obtain the most advanced skills of the Ji family, but it was impossible for him, an adopted son, to obtain the strongest secrets of a tribe.
"And Ji Ning has just reached the point where man and sword can unite this year." Ji Lie looked at his adopted son, "You must not be careless."
"My son will definitely win." He said in a low voice.
The Golden Sword Ceremony begins!
A large number of tribal teenagers were constantly fighting from the bottom. One by one, the teenagers were eliminated, while the stronger ones remained. After more than a month of fighting, the eight strongest teenagers were finally selected. To be precise... there were seven teenagers selected, and one of them was Ji Ning, who was directly ranked among the top eight without any competition!
Ji Ning, the only son of Dripping Sword Ji Yichuan! A talented young man from the Ji family's Western Mansion.
According to Ji's Western Mansion's external rhetoric, Ji Ning was very strong and could directly get a top eight spot without having to compete at the bottom level.
anger?
Unjust?
"Hmph, when we meet seven other opponents on the last day, this Ji Ning will definitely lose miserably."
"It's really unscrupulous!"
"Disgrace Ji's face!"
Some tribe youths secretly murmured that as for the news that Ji Ning had reached the state of 'man and sword becoming one', very few of them knew about it.
"Hua Hua Hua." Zhan Qi Lie Xie shouted.
The howling cold wind cannot extinguish the fire in the hearts of countless people, because today is the last day of the Golden Sword Ceremony!
In the center of the vast martial arts training ground of the Martial Palace, there was a huge fighting platform. Under the fighting platform stood eight tribesmen, one of whom was Ji Ning, who was wearing an animal skin. On the outer periphery, a large number of black-armored guards surrounded the battle platform, preventing the tens of thousands of tribal youths, citizens of Xifu City, etc. who had gathered to watch the battle from daring to step beyond the thunder pool.
"coming."
"The innate creatures are here."
The tens of thousands of spectators who gathered were all excited. The Golden Sword Ceremony lasted for so many days. Usually there were not so many spectators, but today was special! Because today is the last day of the Golden Sword Ceremony, the final eight will compete in a final competition to select the strongest person to win the Golden Sword.
On the last day of the Golden Sword Ceremony, many legendary innate creatures will come to watch the battle!
"The one riding the long-necked beast is the Skyfire Hammer."
"The one riding a white tiger is the number one archer of our Ji family's Xifu!"
"That, that's Fire God Ji Lie!"
"Look, the Dripping Sword! The one with the big snow-white dog beside him is the Dripping Water Sword Ji Yichuan! The big snow-white dog beside him is the innate spiritual beast 'Baishui Ze'."
"Master of the Palace!"
"The master of the palace, Ji Youyang, also appeared."
"Why so many innate creatures? Too many."
"So many innate creatures!"
There was an uproar, a madness.
After all, the Golden Sword Ceremony is held every four years, and usually only a few innate beings come here to watch the battle, but this time many legendary beings, such as Ji Yichuan, the first person in the Ji family's Western Mansion who has always been very mysterious, the Dripping Sword, are also here. Ji Lie, the arrogant god of fire, is also here!
All the top ten deacons came, and no one was absent.
Because this time is not only the Golden Sword Ceremony, but more importantly... it is a test battle for the Palace Lord candidates! As long as Ji Ning wins the golden sword, he will be the next palace master. Naturally, most of the innate beings from the entire Ji family's West Mansion were present for such a major event involving the succession of the Palace Master.
"Today is the last day of the Golden Sword Ceremony." A cold voice sounded, and a woman with long hair glowing with blue light stood on the battle stage, "Now, please invite eight young men to the battle stage."
brush! brush! brush! brush! brush! brush! brush! brush!
Eight figures jumped onto the battlefield one after another.
Ji Ning glanced and found that almost all the other seven opponents were looking at him. Obviously, being the only one among the top eight who was directly appointed without any fight at the bottom level caused these seven opponents to reject him.
"Do you think I do?" Ji Ning curled his lips and was directly ranked among the top eight. It was completely decided by Palace Master Ji Youyang, "But these seven guys are all really tall. Even if they are women, the shortest one is only one meter tall. Seven. A little taller than me... Wow, that stupid big guy is probably 2.3 meters tall."
Although they are all teenagers, after all, they are all accomplished practitioners and most of them are close to sixteen years old. Only Ji Ning is only ten years old and naturally the thinnest.
"The eight of you will fight one by one. The loser will be eliminated and the winner will stay. The top four will be determined. Then the top two will be determined. Finally, the strongest one will be determined." The long-haired woman said.
Ji Ning and the other seven teenagers listened.
suddenly--
"Stop!" A cold voice sounded.
Tens of thousands of tribal youths and citizens of Xifu City who were watching the battle followed the sound, and even the long-haired woman frowned and looked back. After all, she was also an innate creature of the Ji family's Xifu, and she only came to preside over it because it was the last day. Who interrupts now? When she turned around and saw...it was a cold man in white animal skin who spoke.
The long-haired woman shuddered.
"It's Dripping Sword Ji Yichuan."
"Drip Sword."
"The Dripping Sword stood there like a huge iceberg, and I felt chilled in my heart." Many tens of thousands of people watching the battle had excitement in their eyes. Every innate creature was like a god or demon, and Ji Yichuan was even more so The most dazzling existence on earth, a legendary existence.
Ji Yichuan sat there and said indifferently: "The last day of the Golden Sword Ceremony is to determine the strongest among the eight of them and win the Golden Sword. In my opinion... just let Ji Ning beat seven of them one by one!"
"One versus seven?" The long-haired woman was stunned, "This, this..."
"What!"
"One versus seven? The other seven are the most talented young people."
"this!"
There was a shock.
Even the master of the palace, Ji Youyang, who was sitting next to Ji Yichuan, was slightly stunned, but the poisonous old man Ji Lie, who was sitting on the other side of Ji Youyang, laughed loudly: "Okay, one versus seven, Ji Ning is a very talented young man in my Ji family's west mansion. , even if you fail, it is still a kind of training, but Ikawa... if one of your sons versus seven, what if you fail?"
"If you lose, you should admit defeat. You won't get the golden sword!" Ji Yichuan said calmly.
"Okay." Ji Lie nodded.
Ji Youyang looked at Ji Yichuan in confusion, and then said, "It's just like what Yichuan said."
"Yes, Palace Master." The long-haired woman nodded when she saw this. The two largest factions in Ji's West Palace nodded. Naturally, she didn't say much. She could only secretly sigh that Ji Yichuan, the Dripping Water Sword, was too arrogant.
"You wait for eight people."
The long-haired woman looked at the eight young men and said, "Choose weapons from me. Once you have chosen the weapons... then listen to my orders. When I give the order, Ji Ning will fight against the seven of you. Ji Ning will be defeated, or you seven will be defeated." Only when everyone is defeated...will this battle be over."
"Wow." The long-haired woman waved her hand, and a lot of weapons suddenly appeared on the battlefield, all kinds of weapons. The only thing is that there is no attack!
"Choose." The long-haired woman said.
Ji Ning and the other eight young men stepped forward and quickly selected weapons. Ji Ning also chose a tough black long sword that weighed about fifty kilograms.
The tens of thousands of spectators gathered below were talking a lot. It was the first time for many of them to see Ji Yichuan, the 'Drip Sword', and they felt that Ji Yichuan was like an iceberg that lasted ten thousand years, which made people feel chilled in their hearts: "Ji Yichuan is too aloof. The same is true for his son, one against seven? Even if Ji Ning is really stronger than the other seven, how can he win if he is attacked by seven at the same time?"
"It's crazy."
"I heard that Ji Ning was only ten years old and was ordered by his father to participate in the Golden Sword Ceremony. He was also asked to play against seven. How pitiful."
Many spectators began to sympathize with Ji Ning. After all, among the eight young men on the battlefield, Ji Ning was the thinnest and youngest. Ji Ning had a good-looking appearance... a thin and comely young man, and his father was well-known. Cold and stern, I can completely imagine how harshly this young man was usually asked by his father.
"Have you chosen?" The long-haired woman looked at the eight boys.
Seven of the teenagers stood on one side of the battle platform, either using scimitars, spears, straight knives, or sharp swords. Everyone stared at Ji Ning.
On the other side of the battle platform was Ji Ning, who was alone.
Ji Ning held a sword and looked at the opposite side calmly.
"Now that you've chosen everything." The long-haired woman waved her hand, put away a pile of unused weapons next to her, and said at the same time, "Let's get started."
The words just fell.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The seven figures on one side of the fighting platform all sprang out quickly and rushed towards Ji Ning on the other side of the fighting platform.
