"Have you seen Ji Yuan and Ji Jiulang?"

Yang Xiu sat on the red charcoal fire dragon colt and asked condescendingly.

He didn't have much impression of Song Yunsheng. In fact, there were so many candidates in the martial arts hall, and the righteous son of the Duke of Liang only remembered Ji Yuan, Luo Yuzhen and others.

Other generals and honors are forgotten after seeing them and will not pay attention at all.

"Ji Yuan..."

Song Yunsheng, who looked slightly embarrassed, was breathing heavily and was about to answer when a thought suddenly came to his mind.

I heard that these two people had a grudge for a long time, and they almost got into a fight in the government stables.

Why not kill someone with a borrowed knife!

If Ji Yuan dies in Yang Xiu's hands, both sides will suffer.

That couldn't be better...

There was a glimmer of hope in Song Yunsheng's eyes, as if he was trying to survive from a desperate situation, or begging for survival in the midst of death.

He has no choice but to die together with Ji Yuan and completely bury everything.

Otherwise, he would have no choice but to abandon his family, escape from Tianjing overnight, and join the rest of the world.

From the jade unicorn of the Song family to a lifelong prisoner of the imperial court!

"Why didn't you reply when I asked you a question?"

Suddenly there was a cold drink, which made Song Yunsheng's face tremble with fright.

Facing Yang Xiu's fierce green eyes, he calmed down a little, forced a smile, cupped his hands and said:

"Brother Yang, isn't this a coincidence? I just met Ji Jiulang.

He is in the deep valley not far away, and seems to be fighting a six-armed demon ape..."

"Which direction?"

Yang Xiu's eyes flashed and he asked again.

"I just came over there and can lead the way."

In normal times, Song Yunsheng would definitely not take the initiative to deal with Yang Xiu and build relationships, so as not to bring trouble to himself.

But the situation is different now. If you operate it well, the righteous son of Liang Guo may be a good knife.

"Zian..."

Thinking of Zhou Zian, who can be said to be a beloved relative and friend, and a brother and sister.

The elder man of the Song family suddenly felt like a knife was twisting his heart and was in throbbing pain.

"No need, I can just go.

By the way, what's your name?"

Yang Xiu held the reins and asked coldly.

"The eldest son of the Song family in Tianjing, Song Yunsheng.

My father was the Minister of Rites of the current dynasty."

Song Yunsheng raised his head and replied.

"Well, my surname is Song, not Bai, nor Zong, nor Jiang, that's good."

Yang Xiu muttered in a low voice and then said:

"Did you know? When I came over, I saw a female wolf giving birth to several cubs.

The weather is cold, they have nothing to eat, they are howling with hunger, and they look very pitiful."

Song Yunsheng's eyebrows tightened, not understanding what he meant, so he could only try his best to echo:

"There are hordes of ferocious beasts in the Xishan Paddock, and there are many monsters and ferocious beasts.

It's autumn now, and everything is chilling,

All the birds and beasts come out to look for food, so it should be a good time for hunting."

Yang Xiu didn't listen to a word of this nonsense, and said in a calm tone:

"Since your surname is Song, you can help me with this."

Ask for help?

Could it be possible that we should surround and kill Ji Jiulang together?

Song Yunsheng had a smile on his face and said eagerly:

"Brother Yang, if you have any instructions, please tell me. Mr. Song will definitely do his best!"

Yang Xiu's green eyes fluctuated slightly, and he said softly:

"Didn't I tell you that the wolf cubs in that litter had no meat to eat and were very hungry.

Song...Brother, how about you show your kindness and be a good person?"

If the wolf cubs have no meat to eat, what does it have to do with me? Do I have to kill a few rabbits and send them over?

Song Yunsheng didn't react at first, until Yang Xiu's gloomy eyes, like will-o'-the-wisps, fell coldly on him.

Just like a butcher looking at the cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered!

"Yang Xiu! My father is in the Ministry of Rites..."

Song Yunsheng was shocked and his face changed drastically.

Without thinking, he exerted force with one step, his energy and blood surged, his figure flashed, and he rushed into the forest.

This is really a chance to escape from the tiger’s mouth and encounter a ferocious wolf again!

Yang Xiu is simply unreasonable when he feeds people to wolves if they don't agree with each other!

"Don't you know that the beasts in the deep mountains and forests are the best at identifying malice?"

Yang Xiu's eyes were as narrow as needlepoints, and he locked eyes with Song Yunsheng, who was running away.

Suddenly an iron bow appeared in his right hand, equipped with a golden arrow.

The red charcoal fire dragon horse screamed for a long time, striding across the wind and clouds, like a ball of flame.

There is no bump in the ups and downs.

A smile appeared at the corner of Yang Xiu's mouth, seemingly excited, and he said softly:

"This kind of hunting is interesting."

Collapse!

The bow is drawn to the full moon, and the arrow shoots out like a dragon!

Between the vast mountains, a loud roar swallowed up the screams.

……

……

"Thunder?"

In the deep valley and cave, Ji Yuan is collecting the Xuan Dao.

His ears twitched, his brows furrowed slightly, and he caught the faint sound of thunder.

"Why bother being a desperate mandarin duck."

Ji Yuan lowered his head, and there was an inhuman body lying at his feet. It looked like a demon, covered with pale white, gloomy and strange patterns.

It was Zhou Zian who swallowed the bone relic.

This person had previously practiced the art of seizing the heart, but had just entered the realm of being convinced.

It was forced to the level of Tongmai by hundreds of living human flesh and blood essences.

It's a pity that it still can't stop the killing power of Sanyin Demon-Slaying Sword.

Under the sword light, the heads were separated!

"It took a lot of effort to transform a quarter of the three yin's inner energy into these seventeen mysterious swords, but now only seven are left."

Ji Yuan felt regretful that his veins in his hand were empty.

Since he condensed the first Qi vein, the accumulated Qi in the limbs and bones has poured into it like a tide, just like a basin of clear water dyed with color, transforming its nature following the martial arts.

This process, in the Xuantian Shenglong Dao parlance, is called "a hundred days of foundation building."

This means that it usually takes a hundred days to complete.

"It shouldn't take me so long. I can finish it in about ten days."

Ji Yuan made a rough estimate.

He practices Tiger Roaring Golden Bell Shield, and his muscles and bones are basically deep.
To be continued...