"But your grandfather just said that I killed him, can you forgive me?"

Gong Qianbai asked deliberately.

He thought the boy would be embarrassed, but then he realized that he was wrong again.

The boy said rather domineeringly:

"Although he is my grandfather, he can't live long, your life and death are still in my hands, I said that if you live, you can live, hurry up and kowtow!"

Gong Qianbai wanted to laugh angrily, and looked at Jia Rudao again:

"Although he is your grandson, he doesn't seem to be very filial, and this grandson doesn't seem to be of much use to you, so you don't regret it?"

Jia Yidao was obviously a little depressed in his heart, but it was about the value embodiment of his life, and he couldn't admit that he was wrong no matter what.

simply ignored Gong Qianbai, curled up in the corner of the bed alone, and only glanced at the corner of his eyes.

Gong Qianbai had no choice but to look at the child again:

"What's your name?"

"Jia Cong!"

Gong Qianbai nodded.

"Jia Cong is right! It is impossible to kowtow, and it is even more impossible to recognize you as the master, if you want to fight, I will accompany you! ”

When Jia Cong heard Gong Qianbai say this, his originally arrogant little face began to ponder.

He had just told the little monk about his internal strength, but the little monk was still so confident, obviously the other party must rely on it.

Although the other party can't be a half-immortal at a young age, there is no shortage of cultivation in this world who can cultivate the realm of internal force at a young age, and if there are some special means, the combat power cannot be underestimated.

What's more, his empowerment has just ended, and although his internal force has been refined, it will take some time to stabilize, and now it is already good to be able to exert seven or eight levels of internal strength.

But he still has an advantage, doesn't he?

In this case, if the other party wants to fight, then fight!

"Little monk, take it!"

Jia Cong was quite decisive, and with a move of his hand, a long sword flew out of the wall and drilled into his palm.

Telekinesis!

Good means!

The sword was wide and thick, and it was disproportionate to hold in the hands of an 8-year-old.

The body of the sword is dark, emitting a calm aura.

"This sword is called Midnight, it is the ancestral heirloom of my Jia family, and it will open your eyes today!"

Jia Cong waved lightly, and a black mang attacked Gong Qianbai, Gong Qianbai jumped out of the way, and the black mang scratched on the stone wall, three or four fingers deep into the stone.

What a terrible Midnight Sword!

The corner of Jia Cong's mouth smiled slightly, and he turned around and slashed out a sword, and a death aura rolled towards Gong Qianbai.

Gong Qianbai just wanted to raise his sword to block, only to find that he didn't know how to use a sword at all!

But it's impossible to catch the Midnight Sword with your bare hands.

There are no tricks to win!

"I'm also a person who used to play watermelon cutting, so let's use it as a watermelon knife!"

Gong Qianbai's mind was running like lightning, so he paid attention to it, raised the giant spirit sword and slashed at Jia Cong.

"Jia Cong's head is a watermelon! Jia Cong's body is also a watermelon! Jia Song's arms and Jia Cong's Midnight Sword are all watermelons! ”

Don't let go of a watermelon!

Gong Qianbai didn't talk about moves at all, when Jia Cong attacked him, he would cut off Jia Cong's hand, and Jia Cong would cut Jia Cong's body when he defended him.

Crazy as a demon!

It's not much different from a street kid fight!

Jia Cong jumped into the distance, and angrily pointed at Gong Qianbai's nose and scolded:

"You little bald ass! You...... You...... You're so sorry for this sword! You don't deserve a sword at all! ”

Seeing that the idea had taken effect, Gong Qianbai was overjoyed in his heart, and proudly provoked Jia Cong:

"You can use the Buddha's sword if you want, you can't control it! I really can't stand it, we all threw our swords and punched our fists! than the internal force! ”

"Good!" Jia Cong said angrily, "Better than internal force, this is your own death, you can't blame me!" ”

With that, he threw the sword back, and the Midnight Sword automatically plunged back into its scabbard on the wall.

Gong Qianbai really admired his swordsmanship in his heart, just this sound, ordinary people may not be able to practice it for thirty or fifty years.

Rub –

The Djinn Sword thrust into the ground.

"Flower Destroyer!"

Jia Cong couldn't hold it anymore, and slapped his palm at Gong Qianbai.

Gong Qianbai also performed the Spirit Dragon Fist technique and fought with Jia Cong in one place.

Only then did the two sides find out what a fierce rival is!

In just one breath, the two attacked each other sixty-seven times.

fell into the eyes of Jia Yidao next to him, and there were only two shadows left in the entire stone room, and the real body could no longer be found.

And the more they fight, the more shocked the two are with each other.

Gong Qianbai originally thought that he was carrying the Book of Heaven, and the Spirit Dragon Fist Method and the Xuankun True Scripture had been upgraded by the Book of Heaven, and they were definitely the top exercises in the matter, and it should not be a problem to cross the third or fourth level to fight the enemy.

However, he ignored that Jia Cong's internal strength was too strong, and he was far from him, if it weren't for the subtlety of his moves, he would have been defeated.

In fact, Jia Cong was even more surprised than Gong Qianbai.

His Flower Destroying Palm has reached its peak, and his internal strength has reached the extreme, he thought that he could easily defeat the other party, but he didn't expect that the subtlety of Gong Qianbai's moves was far better than that of the Flower Destroying Palm, and the exquisite internal strength was also limited to him.

This little monk is really a genius!

If it weren't for the empowerment of his grandfather Jia Yidao and the transmission of his power within a hundred years, he would be far from following the little monk.

However, the little monk's kung fu was cultivated by himself.

In such a comparison, he, Jia Cong, is still a genius of fart, hasn't he become a stinky shit?

This hurt his self-esteem greatly!

Especially when I thought of the contempt for the little monk just now.

In a flash, the two of them made thousands of moves.

And at this moment, Jia Rudao spoke:

"Cong'er, stop, grandpa has something to tell you!"

Jia Cong glanced at Jia Rudao, and obediently stopped, completely losing the arrogance just now.

Jia Rudao beckoned again:

"You come to grandpa, grandpa tells you quietly!"

Jia Cong guarded against Gong Qianbai while cautiously approaching Jia Rudao.

"Not good!"

Gong Qianbai's heart immediately became vigilant.

As the saying goes, if you don't die old, you are a demon!

Jia Rudao lived for 120 years, and he was the prime minister of the Great Song Dynasty, so he can be said to be well-informed.

In terms of playing tricks alone, it may be that 80 Gong Qianbai are tied together, and they will only suffer losses and be deceived.

Jia Rudao obviously wanted to tell Jia Cong about the conspiracy.

How could he let him succeed?

Before Jia Cong arrived at Jia Nidao's side, Gong Qianbai was ruthless, drew his sword and slashed at Jia Nidao.

"If you have anything to say, you should go to the Netherworld Mansion and say it!"

Gong Qianbai's blow exerted his highest strength, and the purpose was to kill Jia Rudao, a traitor!

Jia Cong saw that Gong Qianbai was very ungentlemanly, and it was still too late to take the sword, so he subconsciously dodged to the side.

Poof-

A pillar of blood rises!

Gollum heads to the ground!

A generation of traitors, famous traitors of the Great Song Dynasty, and famous traitors in China, Jia Nidao, has fallen!

"Unfilial grandson! To your grandpa! ”

Gong Qianbai kicked Jia Yidao's head at Jia Cong, and Jia Cong caught it in a daze.

"Grandpa!"

Jia Cong's nerves are complex, some are sad, some are sad, but they are not obvious.

It's more of a kind of indifference and confusion.

The grandfather who got along with him day and night died like this, and he did feel a little uncomfortable in his heart.