Jiang Hu, which Jiang? Chu Xiang felt that he was about to scratch the surface of this matter. Unfortunately, the monk did not make it clear which Jiang it was.

"The Jiang family has no successors. No matter how strong Jianghu is, there is only one person. Although Taigong's situation was deep, he could not escape the purge of the First Emperor. Unexpectedly, the First Emperor burned books and harassed Confucian scholars, but in the end he made the Kong family dominate. Speaking of which,

Tai Gong's layout is still superior." The virtual realm monk said.

Taigong, Jiang, Jiang Taigong, Chu Xiang was shocked. He didn’t expect that Jiang Hu was a descendant of Jiang Taigong, and the Kong family must be the Kong family of the most holy teachers. Could it be that burning books and humiliating Confucians was just the first emperor’s attempt to cut off Jiang Taigong?

With his handwriting, he is truly a terrifyingly cold-blooded emperor.

In this way, the situation is very clear. This game is a confrontation between the First Emperor and Jiang Taigong that transcends time and space. The First Emperor's arrangement is that the fifth clan of Qi refiners, monks, Taoist priests, and officers are all Jiang Taigong. Li Tianxing and

Qin San and Tong seemed to be sitting on a mountain watching the fight between tigers. They should be watching the situation and waiting for the opportunity to close the deal.

What a far-reaching plan, two shocking battles have come to an end. It can be said that the two sides cannot win or lose. I don’t know what kind of master will emerge.

Someone's figure flashed in the woods, and Wu Cong, who had fallen into the hillside, was rescued. Under the slight cold wind, another master of the fifth family jumped into the air.

"Wugou, if I die, I will take them back immediately." The old monk Xujing, who was sitting cross-legged, stood up and flew away in the air with a movement of his body.

Danjin monk Wujiu stood up, looking a little dazed. Just now the elder mentioned the word death.

This old monk obviously brought these young monks here intentionally to cultivate them. In such a level battle, these six young monks can experience the power of the battle immersively. Their vision and realm will be completely different in the future. If they do not die in the middle, they will definitely become the temple

Middle roof beam support.

As soon as the old monk left, Chu Xiang relaxed a lot, and carefully pondered the mystery of the old monk's ability to fly in the air. Several people in the fierce battle were in the virtual realm, but they could all fly in the air, but he couldn't. Chu Xiang always felt strange.

Only by feeling the old monk flying in the air up close can you understand the secret.

The fifth person who showed up was an old man, also dressed as a farmer, holding a pipe in his hand. When he saw the old monk blocking the road, he didn't say anything. He stretched out his pipe and pointed it at the old monk. There was no sound of wind, as if

Child's play.

The old monk knew that his opponent was powerful and did not dare to be careless. He pressed the Buddha's seal with his hand, golden light burst out from his fingers, and took the old farmer's pipe with his palm.

Wugou sat down. He knew what his responsibility was. He couldn't get excited at this time. With his senior brother gone, the six nephews could only rely on him.

The two were fighting in the air. The old monk was covered in golden light and had a resolute face. The old farmer's pipe hit him several times, making a clanging sound like iron. The old monk didn't know how to fight. He only defended but did not attack. He could not hold Ming Wang with his left hand.

Seal, Ksitigarbha's vow seal on the right hand, is as motionless as a mountain and as calm as an abyss.

The old farmer's pipe kept hitting the monk, and the monk was knocked back like a tumbler. However, the body is still flesh after all, and it is not really indestructible. Even steel has been smashed by the old farmer like this.

After the old farmer hit the pipe thirty-eight times, the golden light on the old monk's body began to dim, and cracks appeared on the old farmer's pipe.

"Monk, you practice such a deadly skill and are so stubborn. Even if I don't want to kill you, I can't." The old farmer sighed, and the pipe suddenly hit the old monk. The old monk was knocked away again, and the pipe in the old farmer's hand shattered.

The old monk came back again, his face was as golden as paper, and his whole body was dull. The old farmer sighed and punched the monk. The golden body of the monk completely disappeared, and his whole body flew towards Chu Xiang like a cannonball.

Unexpectedly, the old monk went to stop him with the intention of dying, and he received forty blows from the old farmer. Chu Xiang secretly sighed, why is this necessary? It is beyond his power to retreat and settle for the next best thing.

The old monk flew over. I don't know whether it was the old farmer's miscalculation or something else. The old monk did not fly in front of Wu Kuan and landed on the hillside more than 30 meters in front of Wu Kuan. Chu Xiang was just under the snow that the old monk fell.

Wu Guo felt very painful in his heart. He saw his senior brother's body falling and did not catch him. He also wanted to pick him up, but he couldn't. He had to take his six nephews back intact. The senior brother's fall was very fast and heavy. If anything happened,

Shen will be injured, and it is absolutely impossible to fly someone so far with one punch. The old farmer must have used some tricks secretly. If he is injured, with the current situation in this mountainous area, it is very likely that he will be plotted on the way back. If he cannot

The six nephews were brought back safely, and he couldn't bear such a mistake.

Chu Xiang sighed. Even if the old farmer had the power of heaven, he couldn't hit the person five or six kilometers away. He knew that the old farmer had secretly used magic. It was obvious that the person falling in front of him was not unintentional. He must have discovered his existence and gave him to him conveniently.

A few monks eliminated the threat as a tribute to the old monk.

The old farmer had no choice but to take action, Chu Xiang could only take action, stood up from the ground and caught the old monk's body. The old monk was still breathing, so the old farmer obviously saved some energy to give the old monk a chance to arrange his funeral.

Someone suddenly appeared in the ground in front of him. Wujiu looked at Chu Xiang in shock, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. He didn't notice that there was someone hiding in front of him. If this person had malicious intentions, the seven of him would have to answer for it.

After putting the old monk down in front of Wu Gu, Chu Xiang walked away and returned to Song Xiaoting, not wanting to be suspected of eavesdropping on his last words.

After the old farmer shot the old monk away, he did not continue to kill the phoenix on the tree, but turned around and went back to the dense forest. Chu Xiang understood what he was thinking. This was the old farmer's recognition and respect for the old monk. You knew you were invincible.

, you are still trying to stop me by dying. I admire your courage. My only opponent is you. If you die, I will stop.

There is no doubt that what the old farmer did is worthy of being called a great hero.

There is no way in heaven and earth, I have my own way.

Another person rose up in the air, looking at the person walking in the air in front of him. Chu Xiang suddenly realized that it was indeed a drink and a peck, both of which were predetermined. The old monk passed by in the air and he figured out the secret. This was the reason.

If the monk falls, he picks it up. This is the consequence. Without this antecedent, there would be no consequence.

The fifth person who appeared this time was a middle-aged farmer. He may have been carrying heavy things all year round. His back was a little hunched. His hands and feet were extremely rough. His face was yellow and black. He was dressed like a typical Gansu and Shaanxi farmer. He looked ordinary.

It's strange, but his pacing in the air seems as if he's walking on the ground, so casually.

The phoenix on the sycamore tree has retreated into its nest, and the nest made of branches can be vaguely colorful. People around the hill where the sycamore tree is located have all retreated far away. No one wants to be killed by the battle.

Suddenly there was a sound of thunder in the dense forest in the north: "Fifth hero, today we will end it with a fight between you and me."

"Ji Jijue, I won't talk nonsense to you. I will never give up until Phoenix dies today." The middle-aged farmer Wu Xiong said, with a strong Xishan accent in his words. His voice was not loud, but it was heard by everyone everywhere, as if

As if he was saying something that was taken for granted, his expression was unwavering and so calm that it was shocking.

Chu Xiang was shocked, Ji, could it be that Ji? From ancient times to the present, only this Ji could be superior to Jiang and Kong. Could it be that this game was not a game between Jiang Taigong and the First Emperor, but King Wen and King Wu, or maybe it was King Wen and King Wu.

Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on Chu's back. Even though his state of mind was already in a state of emptiness, he was frightened by this thought and his whole body became cold.

"What's wrong?" Song Xiaoting asked concernedly when she noticed that Chu Xiang was abnormal.

"It's okay, I thought of something terrible." Chu Xiang said, holding Song Xiaoting's hand.

"Okay, Fifth Hero, then no one from your Fifth Family will leave." The sound of thunder sounded again, and an elegant middle-aged man had already arrived in front of the sycamore tree crown, looking across the world with his hands behind his hands.

The two of them were obviously heavyweights in the two families. Their figures were a bit hazy and could not be seen clearly. Chu Xiang suddenly realized in his heart that this was a sign that he was about to break through the virtual realm. The two of them stopped talking nonsense, and their bodies were as motionless as a mountain, with palms of their hands.

The storm is rising, and the war is brewing again.

The fifth male's spirit was weak, his slightly hunched back straightened suddenly, and his figure kept getting taller. In an instant, the 1.7-meter man had become ten feet tall, as if a giant spirit god had come to the world.

"Ji Jijue, hit me with a punch." The fifth hero exhaled, stepped forward with his one-foot-long body, and instantly crossed a distance of tens of meters, punching Ji Jijue with a punch.

Ji Jijue's expression remained unchanged, and he uttered a simple tone. There seemed to be an invisible giant wall in front of him. The Fifth Hero punched the void, and the whole sky seemed to be buzzing and shaking. The punch failed to hit Ji Jijue.

.The Fifth Hero punched down again, and Ji Jijue spat out a completely different ancient tone again. The Fifth Hero's huge body seemed to be dragged down by a huge force of tens of thousands of tons, and fell straight down, punching in the air.
Chapter completed!