when!

When Yang Ningfeng waited for the sword shadow to come, his right hand flashed, and then his hand passed through Ji Qianhan's sword shadow, and his fingers gently bounced the sword body, making a slight crisp sound.

The sound was not loud, but it suddenly wedged into the deepest part of Ji Qianxue's heart. At the same time, he felt a powerful force in the hand sword's hand tremble violently. In an instant, the sword fell to the ground uncontrollably!

The sound of the sword falling from the ground also shocked the eight people behind Ji Qianxue to the point of being stunned. Ji Qianhan's cultivation is a second-level match, which is actually not high, but his swordsmanship is recognized by the Ji family.

First, many powerful men of the third to fourth grade holy grades in the family were defeated by Ji Qianxue's sword. His sword skills were really unpredictable, and they greatly made up for his cultivation.

But now Ji Qianxue was shot down by someone with his bare hands when he met, which made them unable to believe that everything he saw was real.

Ji Qianxue also stood there with a dull expression, looking at the tiger's mouth, with a little bloody mouth cracked. Looking at the sword on the ground, she felt a little unable to bear the blow.

He knew that Yang Ningfeng's strength must be stronger than him, but he was confident that he could compete with Yang Ningfeng, so before Yang Ningfeng met the ancestor of the Ji family, he challenged Yang Ningfeng because he wanted to use the sword technique

It slashed Yang Ningfeng's spirit, but now I realize that the gap between himself and others is too big.

"I'm really not as good as you." Ji Qianxue suddenly murmured lightly, then took a deep breath and turned her body slightly: "Master Yang, please!"

Yang Ningfeng didn't move!

Ji Qianxue was a little surprised, not knowing why Yang Ningfeng was.

"Master Yang, please, my ancestors are waiting for you in the small wooden house." Ji Qianxue hesitated for a moment and said again.

But Yang Ningfeng still didn't move, but a chill gradually appeared on his face.

squeak!

The wooden door of the small wooden house suddenly opened, and then an old man in white walked out.

"Old ancestor!" As soon as the old man in white appeared, Ji Qianxue and the eight guys in white bowed respectfully.

Ji family, Ji Shanmu!

The Ji family is now the oldest and most powerful ancestor!

If he walked out of the Ji family now and people recognized who he was, it would be a shock to make people's hearts go out of their way and torture their souls!

Because Ji Shanmu is now the ancestor of the Ji family, but it also represents a killing god of an era. It is very wonderful. He was also called the white-clothed killing god at that time.

If Yang Ningfeng, the white-clothed killing god in Beiyuan, is the most famous one, in Ji Shanmu's era, he was the most famous white-clothed killing god.

Ji Shanmu, learning sword at the age of three, killing people at the age of five, and having a sword at the age of seven, fighting against sect masters without losing the disadvantage. He has been jealous of evil throughout his life, walking in the world and killing the world. The whole world is frightened by the news. He is a great genius of the Ji family, but it is a pity.

,He was too murderous and too many people, which finally caused some people to be blessed. In the end, he was secretly injured by a mysterious person and would never have the chance to break through the king's grade in his life, so he could only stay in the holy grade in his life.

At the peak, but after all the people with the Jun-grade or above cultivation level left this world, he became the strongest man in the Ji family, and at the same time, he became one of the few strong men in Beiyuan.

"Yang Ningfeng!" said the old man.

"Ji Shanmu!" Seeing the old man, Yang Ningfeng also called out the other party's name in one whisper.

Since Yang Ningfeng is coming to Beiyuan, how could he not know the Ji family in advance due to some grudges between him and the Ji family? Therefore, before entering Beiyuan, Yang Ningfeng knew that the ancestor of the Ji family was Ji Shanmu. At the same time, it should be the Ji family. The most powerful person now.

Hearing Yang Ningfeng calling Ji Shanmu's name, Ji Qianxue frowned slightly. In his mind, the ancestor was the existence of a god-like figure, and the person he admired and respected the most, because Ji Shanmu is not only the ancestor of the Ji family, but also Ji Qianxue's master. Ji Qianxue's knowledge comes from Ji Shanmu.

However, Ji Qianxue did not show any obvious performance, but the other eight people were a little uncontrollable!

But they couldn't say anything at this time, because, like Ji Qianxue, they suddenly felt the atmosphere suddenly become depressed!

Yang Ningfeng and Ji Shanmu looked at each other, and their sharp eyes seemed to be real, shooting straight towards each other, just in time to meet each other's gaze.

Two people, four eyes, met and touched each other in the air.

Gradually, Ji Qianxue and the other eight people began to clearly feel that in the air between Yang Ningfeng and Ji Shanmu, the sword energy began to be fierce and invincible. Their eyes were like four peerless swords. Collisions are extremely close.

The eyes were facing each other, but the eyes were facing each other, but there was already a faint sound of sword energy, which collapsed and scattered, and the air around it was cut into pieces.

These two people, one old and one young, two generations of peerless strong men, two generations of white-clothed killing gods, just called out the other party's name, although they did not pluck the sword, they used their eyes as swords, and used their swords to face each other, making great swords, and swords The light splits into the void, and its power is as consistent as this!

"It's so shocking, so terrifying!" Ji Qianxue also has amazing achievements in the sword. Although it is far less than Yang Ningfeng, it is rare in the world. He suddenly retreated repeatedly, and at the same time spread his arms, which made the eight people retreat, with a horror look on his face. My heart was shocked.

"snort!"

Suddenly, Ji Shanmu let out a cold snorkeling from his nose. When this cold snorkeling appeared, Ji Qianxue and others suddenly felt a pressure as heavy as a mountain in the yard, which suddenly hit their hearts.

Yang Ningfeng's face also sterned and his eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Clang!"

Suddenly, a sword light flashed, and Ji Shanmu suddenly had a sword with a cold light in his hand.

"Not good." Ji Qianxue and others were shocked and quickly retreated. It seemed that the ancestor was going to take action seriously!

But just as Ji Qianxue and others took another step back, suddenly, Ji Shanmu closed his eyes.

Just as Ji Shanmu closed his eyes, Ji Qianxue and others felt the sword energy in the air collapsed directly. The nine people felt that their bodies seemed to have lightened, as if they had unloaded the ten thousand pounds of world stones on their backs. generally.

When Ji Shanmu opened his eyes again, he waved his hand slightly, and there was an instant tea set and two chairs in the middle of the yard.

"Qianxue, make tea!"

Ji Shanmu said, and then made a gesture of invitation: "Sect Master Yang, please!"

call out!

The two sat down almost at the same time, but after sitting down, Ji Shanmu suddenly sighed slightly!

Ji Qianxue, who was making tea, didn't know that Ji Shanmu sighed. At this time, the eight people standing beside each other and waiting did not know, because they didn't realize that Yang Ningfeng and Ji Shanmu were actually competing again just now. After a speed, Yang Ningfeng's speed surpassed Ji Shanmu again!

After sitting down, Yang Ningfeng looked at his nose with his eyes and his nose with his heart, and his body was still.

Ji Shanmu looked at Yang Ningfeng, and said cautiously and heavyly: "I really didn't expect that Master Yang had such powerful strength at such a young age. In today's world, I'm afraid that the one in the Emperor's Temple can be qualified. Become your opponent!"

Ji Shanmu's words seemed to be just a moment of emotion, but this directly caused a huge shock to Ji Qianhan and the other eight men in white!

Only the Fang in the Emperor Temple is qualified to be Yang Ningfeng's opponent?

Doesn’t that mean that our ancestors admit that they are not as good as Yang Ningfeng?

His hands trembled slightly, and a few drops of tea splashed out of the cup.

Ji Qianxue suddenly felt that his behavior of challenging Yang Ningfeng just now was very naive and ridiculous. At the same time, he knew deeply that Yang Ningfeng was willing to make a dispute with him, which was enough face for him!

Ji Shanmu glanced at Ji Qianxue, who was a little out of control, and then looked at Yang Ningfeng. There was regret and helplessness in his eyes.

Ji Qianxue is undoubtedly the most outstanding genius in the Ji family. She is thirty-six years old today, but she has successfully become a saint-grade strong man. At the same time, she has learned enough Ji Shanmu's sword. It's not bad, too It's just the right time!

However, compared with Yang Ningfeng, there is a completely different gap between heaven and earth. Ji Shanmu also knew that in this Liujia city, there was another person who was better than Ji Qianxue, that is Lin Qingwu of the Lin family!

"The old man has said it!" Yang Ningfeng smiled calmly, not admitting it, but not opposing it. At the same time, he did not call him senior because of Ji Shanmu's age. He is the leader of the Tianlong Sect and is now hostile to the Ji family. In his condition, he no longer called Ji Shanmu's name. In fact, he had already given Ji Shanmu's respect and face!

"I heard that Master Yang's actual age is twenty-three this year?" Ji Shanmu suddenly asked.

Yang Ningtong raised her eyebrows slightly, then nodded her head lightly.

Ji Qianxue suddenly felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground.

I just felt that I was hit hard, and I compared myself with others. The difference was terrible. But now I know that I am actually not qualified to compete with others. If I have to compare, I am the god, but I am the god. You can't compare on the ground at all. If you want to compare, you can only compete below the eighteenth level of hell.

Comparing people with others will make people angry!

"A monster!"

Ji Shanmu let out a painful moan in his heart. Such a monster did not come from the Ji family.

Tea, it's good!

Ji Shanmu put away his distracting thoughts and made a gesture of invitation: "Please, have tea!"

"Old sir, can you give me a reason to drink tea?" Yang Ningfeng said suddenly.

"Let me go to Ji family!"

Ji Shanmu originally reached out to serve the teacup, but when he heard Yang Ningfeng's words, he paused slightly, but finally he held the teacup up, took a sip and said.

"Oh?" Yang Ningfeng raised his sword eyebrows slightly.

"If you refuse, I will go to the Qiu family, the Lin family, the Xueshan City, and then to the Nanhuang." Ji Shanmu gently put the teacup in his hand, and then said in a faint tone.

"Are you threatening me?" Yang Ningfeng's face suddenly sank.

At the same time, his whole body suddenly turned into a sword full of killing energy, carrying endless sharpness.

An indescribable illusion arose. In his own feelings, Yang Ningfeng was clearly a sword, a peerless divine sword with endless sharpness, and this divine sword was facing them at this time. Immediately, the nine people were already sweating in cold sweat.

ps: I wish all brothers and sisters can get excellent results and get into their ideal institution... I'd better wait until the college entrance examination before reading the novel!
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