"Finally here!" Ji Zhong got off his horse and looked at the tall city wall with a smile. The blowing snow hit Ji Zhong's face, and he felt like a spring breeze blowing on his face.
Ji Zhong took the reins of the horse and walked into the team entering the city...
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"In the 111th chapter, Deng Shizai defeated Jiang Boyue out of wisdom, and Zhuge Danyi attacked Sima Zhao..." Chen Luo wrote the title of today's chapter of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms". In fact, since Zhuge Liang's star fell in Wuzhangyuan, many people have As far as people are concerned, "Three Kingdoms" is over. But Chen Luo is a principled and responsible author, so he still has to insist on finishing it!
After all, there is still the Book Spirit of the Three Kingdoms waiting for him.
At this time, Luo Hongnu hurriedly opened the door of the study room and said with a happy face: "Master Marquis, Mr. Ji is here."
"Xiao Ji is here?" Chen Luo's eyes lit up, he quickly put down the pen in his hand and ran to the living room.
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"Xiao Ji! Xiao Ji!" Chen Luo shouted all the way into the living room, and saw Ji Zhong standing in the hall with a solemn face. When Ji Zhong saw Chen Luo, he also smiled. As soon as he took a step forward, he thought of something, He quickly stood up again, clasped his hands into his fists, and bowed: "Guard Ji Zhong, I have met the young master!"
"Why are you so polite?" Chen Luo stepped forward to help Ji Zhong up, hugged him warmly, and looked at him carefully, "Not bad, he has indeed taken good care of himself."
Ji Zhong smiled bitterly and said: "With your instructions, how dare Butler Lu show mercy to me? He will only allow me to leave the city if I don't see any injuries!"
Chen Luo nodded, patted Ji Zhong's shoulder, and a stream of red dust energy flowed into Ji Zhong's shoulder. Ji Zhong did not resist, and allowed Chen Luo's red dust energy to swim around in his body, and then Escape from Baihui point.
"Two hundred and eighty-six acupoints!" Chen Luo was stunned for a moment. He was indeed a genius. How long had it been?
"The entry threshold for transformation from blood to supernatural power is 280 acupoints, and Xiao Ji has already completed the first transformation." Chen Luo thought in his mind, and was a little strange, how could Xiao Ji suddenly progress so quickly?
"When I was recovering in Zhongjing, I often fought against Dafu." Xiao Ji said with a smile, "He is a target, all Taoist defensive moves, so... I understood the second move of the New Nine Swords -"
"Breaking Path Style!"
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On Jiange.
Nowadays, as the number of people in martial arts in the city increases, and the heroes who come from behind continue to emerge, coupled with the investment of countless barbarian spiritual materials aimed at the physical body, at least in Dongcang, at least in the three thousand miles of Tongtian Road, martial arts has emerged and Confucianism and Taoism have emerged. Keep pace with each other.
"Nowadays, it is obvious in the martial arts that Ren Ji, Adamo, Song Wuji, and Su Qianqian are obviously better than the others. In the future, if Wuhou opens a road to heaven, even if it is nine thousand miles, these four people will As long as he doesn't fall, he will become a giant." A Confucian scholar gently shook his paper fan, looked at the stele on swords, and pointed out the country.
"Hmph, that's up to you." A warrior took a sip of wine and said, "The martial arts academy is divided into two courtyards: inner and outer. These four people are all admitted to the inner courtyard. Each martial arts sect in the inner courtyard has a Dingding warrior. , called the 'Wuding'. Among them, Ren Jiding Xiaoyao, Adamo entered Shaolin, Song Wuji went to Wudang, and Su Qianqian took charge of Emei. If he followed the Marquis and opened the road to heaven for thousands of miles, he would become the ancestor of the clan in the future."
"I don't know if martial arts has the effect of increasing longevity." At this time, a Taoist disciple thought deeply, "The strength of the Meng family and the Li family is not weak, but they are not as good as they are due to their age. The potential of the academy in the future is limited. If martial arts, like Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism, also has the effect of increasing longevity, they can go one step further."
Another Confucian scholar shook his head: "Isn't it... Confucianism only has the gift of longevity when it reaches the realm of great Confucianism. I don't know about Buddhism, but Taoism seems to have such an effect only when it reaches the realm of Taojun. As for martial arts... even if it does, It’s nine thousand miles away.”
As soon as this was said, everyone nodded in approval. The reason why everyone ranks the four of Ren Ji as the first level in martial arts is because they are young enough and can afford to wait.
"Are there any newcomers who are challenging recently?" A warrior seemed to feel that the atmosphere was a bit heavy and changed the subject.
"Most of those who are capable are stuck on the third level. Currently, the four Martial Cauldrons are all trying to attack the fifth level, but no one has succeeded yet."
"There is no way. The higher you go, the fewer people there are, but the stronger they are, the higher the chance of matching, so..."
Before the warrior could finish his words, suddenly bursts of exclamations came from outside the Sword Lun Pavilion. Everyone quickly looked outside and saw that everyone was gathered around the Sword Lun Monument, talking about it. On the Sword Monument, a name suddenly appeared, and then the points continued to rise, rising steadily!
Everyone looked intently——
City Lord's Mansion, Ji Zhong!
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On the third floor of the sword pavilion.
Taoist Beifeng stood on the martial platform.
After losing to Ren Ji a few days ago, the innate energy in his body was sucked out. As a result, he has been reciting Taoist scrolls in the past few days to replenish the dissipated innate energy in his body.
Finally, it’s filled!
Beifeng admired Ren Ji, but if he summed up the battle, he felt that he had underestimated the enemy. If you come and I compete head-on, you won’t necessarily lose!
Of course, the most unbearable thing for Bei Feng is that his senior brother, Taoist Master Chou Yu, successfully entered the fifth floor from the fourth floor yesterday and has been showing off in front of him for twelve hours.
The scholar is right, what is tolerable is unbearable!
Today, he Bei Feng wanted to enter the fourth floor first and then break through the fifth floor.
He still has one final battle to go on the third level.
The sad wind swept across the Confucian and Taoist disciples present, not thinking that anyone was their opponent. As for the warrior, he didn't look at it.
In his heart, Ren Ji is the strongest!
At this time, a chime sounded in Lunjian Pavilion, and a figure slowly appeared in front of the sad wind.
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"Huh? Did you... just come up from the second floor?"
"It's so strange, I've never seen it before..."
"Look, the name is out, Ji Zhong...hiss, City Lord's Mansion!"
"What? City Lord's Mansion? I remember that the last warrior in the City Lord's Mansion was Miss Su Qianqian!"
"Is it the Marquis's secret weapon?"
"Wait... Ji Zhong? I remembered, he is the bodyguard of the Marquis! Isn't he a Confucian disciple?"
"Oh my god, my clan brother is on the second floor. He said he swung his sword seven times in total when he ascended to the third floor!"
"That means, one sword fight?"
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Beifeng looked at Ji Zhong in front of him, his eyelids twitching slightly.
He bowed to Ji Zhong and said, "I am a poor Taoist, so I am polite."
Ji Zhong nodded and returned the greeting: "Ji Zhong!"
Beifeng didn't say much anymore. He heard the comments from the people in the audience.
One sword?
Either the sword is fast, or the sword is strong, stability is the priority.
With the thoughts in his mind fixed, Bei Feng's entire body burst out with innate energy, condensing Tai Chi's brilliance once again.
Beifeng didn't believe that he could meet a second person who knew Beiming Dafa.
Ji Zhong looked at the sad wind shrouded in the brilliance of Tai Chi with strange eyes.
This move, he used it as firewood in Zhongjing!
"Brother Ji, if you can't think of a way to break the magical power of Tai Chi, I would like to advise you..."
A cold light suddenly appeared, and Ji Zhong sheathed his sword.
"Concession!"
Beifeng felt a chill in his heart. He lowered his head and saw that his robe had been split open. If the other party had moved forward further, his chest might have been split open.
Beifeng was stunned on the spot: Is this... the end?
Brother, I’m advancing to the competition!
Why do you always match me with this kind of person!
Infinite Taoist Grandma, am I losing the second game?
If you lose another game, will you go to the second level?
This is not fair!
At this time, an ethereal voice came from Lunjian Pavilion: "Ji Zhong, win!"
Beifeng looked at Ji Zhong helplessly: "Brother Ji, I also watched Wuhou! Which move is this? Why don't I remember it!"
Ji Zhong had no expression on his face and said, "Know what is white and keep what is black."
"Breaking Path Style·Dark Glory!"
"I made it myself..."
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In the city lord's mansion, looking at the scene in Lunjian Pavilion, Chen Luo felt cheerful.
Luo Hongnu sat aside and gave Chen Luo a bowl of fruit juice. He chuckled and said, "Master Marquis, you are going too far."
"Mr. Ji has killed someone who has been in the Master Realm. You let him go to the sword pavilion!"
"Isn't it too bullying?"
Chen Luo took a sip of the fruit wine and said, "What's wrong? Xiao Ji is in the Aperture Nurturing Realm and hasn't even reached the Blood Level!"
"It's three thousand miles away. It's considered legal fishing. How can it be called fish frying?"
"Who makes those Confucian and Taoist geniuses so arrogant?"
"Xiaoji, come on!"
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Under the barbaric sky.
This is the core area under the Mantian, and the majestic palaces that can be seen at a glance are shining with the brilliance of the Manmoon.
A second-grade barbarian walked quickly into a tall and gorgeous building, passed through corridors full of exotic flowers and plants, and finally came to a secret room filled with various strange symbols.
In the secret room, there was a skeleton of a barbarian beast left. Five women in white robes sat around the skeleton, exuding the aura of a first-class barbarian master. The second-grade barbarian master quickly stepped forward and bowed down respectfully.
"Greetings to the sacrifice, the Mantian Palace has sent the human race's Immortal Langfei's Heaven Mark. I hope that we, the Mantian Palace, can restore the other person's appearance."
As he spoke, the second-grade barbarian master held out a strangely shaped transparent container with both hands. There were streams of green energy floating inside the container.
"Hmph, if Lang Feixian hadn't killed a son of the Barbarian God, I'm afraid the Barbarian God wouldn't have personally captured Lang Feixian's mark."
"Okay, it's not easy to collect the Cangtian Mark, and you will be counterattacked by Cangtian. Let me finish my errand first."
"That's right. I'm still very curious about what Lang Feixian looks like? I heard that even those who fought him can't remember his appearance."
"Today, the truth will be revealed!"
A first-level barbarian master pointed towards the transparent container. The seal on the transparent container was unlocked, and streams of green energy floated out. Then five great barbarian masters simultaneously held down the limbs and head of the remains of the beast on the ground. This remains A fierce savage beast stood above it.
The savage beast took a deep breath and inhaled all the green air into its nose. Then it raised its head and looked upward with a flash of light.
A ray of light appeared in the sight of the savage beast's shadow.
It was a man, tall and thin, with his hair disheveled. A few strands of broken hair were in front of his face, and his face could not be seen clearly, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he didn't care about anything.
He was holding a long sword in his left hand and a wine flask in his right hand, as if he was about to burst out of the curtain. Then, with a stroke of his long sword, the curtain disappeared.
Almost at the same time, the five great barbarians lifted their palms from the remains of the beast as if they were being burned. They saw that each of their palms seemed to have been scratched by a sharp blade, leaving a deep wound.
"Impossible! Impossible!" One of the great barbarians exclaimed, "It can't be him!"
"Li Qinglian!"
"He's been dead for hundreds of years!"
"impossible!"
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