And Ji Xukong is just the ninth small step in Da Neng, and failed to cut off.
If you want to cut it, it is not a matter of one or two years. Even the ancient emperor will stay in this realm for some years.
There is almost a big realm between the two.
How do Ji Void is an opponent?
Looking at Ji Xukong, who was suppressed, Ji Cong sighed.
He didn't want to.
After all, the brothers meet each other. Such friendly things are very open -minded.
Unfortunately, his brother was too skinny and had to shoot him. Ji Congxin had to barely embarrassed him, and hit his brother again.
In the past, the real people of Cuishan were real, and they had to fight with Ji Xukong in the same realm.
Today, bullies from the realm.
It's cool.
"You said, where are you, he actually sneaked into my Jijiazhuang, what is the intention? If you don't explain it, today I have not slaughtered you."
Ji Congqiang opened his heart, his eyes were deep.
"Brother, let me go, I am void! I am your brother."
Ji Xukong shouted, and was shocked. This power was more powerful than his cheap master.
I'm afraid, it has set foot in the field of saints.
In fact, he was confident that Ji Ji was suppressed from his heart. Ji Xukong also had a sacred soldier in his hands. However, Ji Ji did not use treasures, and he suppressed him with one hand. He had no face to use it.
I can't beat it if I use it, why bother?
Anyway, my brothers.
Ji Congxin smiled and released his brother, and surprised: "Are you really my brother?"
Ji Congxin lifted Ji Void and looked at him seriously, as if confirming that Ji Void had a lie.
In the end, it proves the identity of Ji Void.
"What do you say when you come back? I thought someone was going to attack me! If it wasn't for me to respond in time, there was no killer, you were afraid that it would be dead."
"Don't play like this next time. It is so heavy to see if you are so fun. I only have a younger brother. If you have a three -long and two shorts, how can you let me explain to my father and mother?"
Ji Congxin reprimanded Ji Void as his son, and Ji Xukong was speechless, like a child who did something wrong.
"Brother, how do you become so powerful?"
Ji Xukong's upper and lower end of Ji Ji is still like a dream.
He dare not treat Ji from the heart as a monk Hua.
Just now Ji's performance, although the arsenal is in the pan, can still be seen that I am afraid that there is no need to be a sage.
Ji Congzhu has seen several high -level strong men in Zhongzhou, and it is not as strong as Ji just showed by Ji.
No room for resistance at all.
Nowadays, the entire Eastern Wilderness, except the ancient ethnic group, does not have the existence of saints.
At least on the bright side.
As long as you step into the cut, you are the strongest in the world.
And a little Jijiazhuang, there is actually one that is not weaker than the sage, how is it possible!
At this moment, Ji Xukong even suspected that Ji from his heart was transferred.
Is it a monster, pretending to be Ji Congxin.
"This!" Ji looked at the sky from 45 degrees in the heart and started to compile the story.
With a light driving, within a break, a new story is released.
"In other words, it was a cold winter under heavy snow. You also know that your brother is good at childhood, helpful, respect the old and love the young."
"Your brother, I went out, met a grandfather, his beard was white, and his clothes were broken. When I saw him poor, I cooked a pot of hot water for him."
"As a result, he has seen talent, excellent qualifications, and kindness, and transmits my life skills to me. He said that he has practiced for a thousand years and seal his vast mana in my body.
It will rise steadily. "
"It turned out that he was chased by the enemy's family and his life was short long. After sending me his life skills, he died. He didn't even leave the gray.
Ji Congxin tells that Ji Xukong is listening to the story.
When he heard half of it, he refused to believe it. Is there such a matter in the world?
But if this is not the case, how can Ji Congxin's practice explain?
"Which grandpa is the name?"
Ji Xukong asked.
"It seems ... it is the surname Rong." Ji Congxin was chaotic.
Glory.
Ji Xukong wanted to break the scalp, and did not expect that there was a strong man in history existed.
"Don't say it, you finally came back. I asked Xiaobai to burn three dishes and one soup, let's celebrate it."
"By the way, you go out, do you have some monsters and the like, make meals, absolutely do not change."
Ji Congxin was happy, patting Ji from his heart.
What if he said something wrong? Ji Xukong can still prove that it is pseudo?
All impossible, it's just that Ji Void has less knowledge.
There are more things in the world. He just has been passed on to the existence of the saints. Is it normal?
Ji Xukong took out some monster meat.
Ji from his heart, the strongest also melted the dragon. At first glance, he knew that he was a guy who didn't know how to enjoy it.
Give these things to Xiaobai.
Xiaobai's well -skilled operation, with a glove hat scarf.
He has entered the four poles, and Xiaobai's super control capabilities are far beyond the vulgarity, and he specializes in more than a dozen recipes that Wu Ji gave him from the heart. He is already a master of food to make food.
Song Simiao helped beside him. He also followed more than a dozen recipes, apparently fighting with Xiaobai.
After a while, the four cuisine and one soup were all on, and there was one more dish than Ji from the request of Ji.
Ji Xukong looked beside him, and he was surprised.
Actually let the dog cook vegetables, really have his brother.
Is this what people do?
But after eating, Ji Xukong praised him. There were more than a dozen recipes. Each of them was chosen in detail, but it was a summary of the gourmet master's life.
As long as you learn one book, you can burn it to the most delicious ingredients in the world. Not to mention more than ten books. It is not just delicious and delicious, it is also very beneficial to practice.
His Ji Void went out for a special trip, killing more than a dozen monsters who were not doing.
"Xiaobai, you are awesome!"
Ji Xukong praised.
"Nothing, Little Master."
Xiao Bai returned to the appearance of a dog, shook his head and swinged his tail.
"Can you tell me what my brother has done every day in these years?"
Ji Xukong asked.
Xiaobai didn't conceal it, Ji Congxin didn't let him conceal, he naturally said the truth.
After listening, Ji void frowned.
According to Xiaobai, Song Simiao and others, it can be determined that Ji Congxin did not go out, usually practicing at the retreat of Jijiazhuang.
At most these years, his brother went out and returned occasionally.
One person, really only take the retreat, do you practice this step?
Near the saint!
Is there really someone to give his brother to his brother? Will this happen?
Ji Xukong felt decadent. He has gone through all the hardships and has not cut it yet, but his brother sat at home and Xiuwei exceeded him.