Originally, there were many disciples of the He family around He Jingyun, but with the encirclement of the Dongfang family, those disciples slowly left, and only He Jingyun was still standing calmly in place. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

There is another important reason why Dongfang Undefeated wants to kill He Jingyun, that is, he knows that this guy in front of him is the Ming Ding talent who caused Ding Ming.

If this kind of person can't be a friend, then he must be killed at all costs.

What's more, it's still the enemy.

"I know your strength, you must die today!" Dongfang Undefeated took a deep breath and said softly: "You should know that I discovered your secret, so, you must die!"

The secret he said was naturally that He Jingyun had won twenty consecutive games in the Jiuding space and became a talent of Mingding.

"Are you sure these people can kill me?"

He Jingyun's face was still calm.

If he wants to escape, ask who in the entire battlefield can stop him.

His strength may not be the strongest, but if he picks up and escapes, he only needs to exhaust his cultivation to stimulate the jade seal, and as soon as the jade seal comes out, he can tear through the space and escape for thousands of miles, how can he stop him in the battlefield?

But He Jingyun hasn't walked around enough in the deer space, he hasn't gotten the treasure he should have gotten yet, he hasn't understood the truth of the demonic qi yet, and the person he wants to kill hasn't been killed! Of course, he won't choose to use the jade seal to tear through the space and escape.

The wind, blowing from the top of the mountain, mixed with a hot breath, blew the air on one side of the big tree, blowing the giant tree shaking its head, blowing a hot piece on everyone's faces.

He Jingyu took a break, spread his wings and flew up, and then landed in the circle where He Jingyun was.

From the outside, the disciples of the Dongfang family became tighter and tighter, and they submerged He Jingyun and He Jingyu in it.

I couldn't see anyone, but I heard He Jingyu's questioning voice: "Brother Jingtian, the disciples of the Dongfang family are so indifferent to my young family master of the He family, why are you still indifferent?"

"Brother Jingyu!" He Jingtian said calmly: "This is a personal grudge between Jingyun and the Dongfang family because of Miao Ruoyan, it is naturally inconvenient for me to interfere, I advise you to do it yourself, don't make senseless sacrifices for a dying person." ”

Hearing this, He Jingyu's heart was cold, and he didn't say anything more.

"Hahaha!" Dongfang Undefeated laughed, and slowly forced in the direction of He Jingyun step by step: "Today is the day you die, no matter how talented you are, I don't believe anyone else can save you?"

"You, that's for sure!" He Jingyun's calm voice suddenly came from the crowd.

He Jingtian's eyes narrowed, and he raised his head to look at the cluster of figures.

I saw that all the disciples of the Dongfang family who were besieging He Jingyun and He Jingyu were slightly stunned, and then they stood still. Even Dongfang, who had just been extremely arrogant, did not dare to take another step forward.

"You ......" Dongfang Undefeated is like a person who chased a rabbit for a long time, but was bitten by a rabbit in the end. The tone of his voice was as lively as if he had eaten a fly and couldn't spit it out.

"Let's all step aside!" He Jingyun flipped his wrist and put away the things in his hand, and said: "The most important thing at the moment is to go to get the treasure and share the spoils, not to die together, I believe that Dongfang Gongzi is a person who understands!"

Dongfang was so undefeated that his lips trembled, but there was nothing he could do.

Because He Jingyun showed him something just now, which made him cut off any possibility of coming forward.

It was a thunder bead.

That is something that can only be condensed by the monks of the Wenjun Realm, and the thunder beads condensed by the monks above the Wenjun Realm dare not say how big the attack power is, at least it is equivalent to the full force of the Wenjun Realm.

With the full force of the Wenjun Realm, Dongfang Undefeated had no certainty that he could follow, and he believed that He Jingyun would definitely detonate this thing and die with him in a desperate situation.

Once detonated, all the people besieging He Jingyun have no chance of survival.

"Humph!"

Dongfang was undefeated and had no choice but to retreat, and then looked at the hammer on the ground with some disappointment, and said to Xu Yong: "Young Sect Master, what do you think?"

Xu Yong himself didn't have much hatred with He Jingyun, and when he saw Dongfang Undefeated retreating, he roughly understood something, and when he heard Dongfang Undefeated's question, he snorted coldly, and then looked at He Jingtian.

The meaning is obvious: everyone can't hold this hammer, what should we do?

He Jingtian's face was gloomy, and his pale face became a little black, it was the first time he had encountered this kind of meat that reached his mouth but couldn't eat it because it was too hard to bite.

"Recognize the Lord!" He Jingtian took a deep breath, and then said: "But all divine weapons have a drop of blood to recognize the Lord, although this hammer does not know if it is a divine weapon, it doesn't hurt to give it a try!"

"Well, I thought so too!"

Xu Yong nodded, and then suddenly said, "The point is, who will recognize the master?"

This is indeed a key, after all, there is only one hammer, but everyone wants it, and whoever comes to confess the Lord will undoubtedly be opposed by the other party.

"I'll come first!" He squinted and slowly walked towards the hammer.

"Stop!" Before Xu Yong could speak, someone helped him: "Why did you come first, you must know that this is the first place discovered by our Dongfang family, and if you want to come, our Dongfang family will come first!"

He Jingtian stopped, glanced back at Dongfang Undefeated, and said, "Because my cultivation is the highest, my kung fu is the strongest, and my fist is the biggest!"

When he said the last big word, he suddenly pulled out his sword, the sword light was dazzling, and a sword qi was like a dragon, and he arrived at the invincible place in the east in a breath.

Dongfang was undefeated and embarrassed to deal with it, although he took the sword qi, he stepped back more than a dozen steps, and his heart was tumbling with blood and qi, so he was not uncomfortable!

"Zheng!" sounded, He Jingtian's sword returned to the scabbard, and there was an extra wound on his finger, and a drop of blood flowed out, as if he had spirituality, and flew towards the hammer, and landed on the hammer with a "click".

Xu Yong's eyes narrowed and he didn't speak, but he was ready to fight for the artifact after He Jingtian got the hammer.

However, the blood-dripping hammer was still rusty, and there was no reaction, and even the blood was on the surface of the hammer, and even the rust on the surface of the hammer did not penetrate.

"Is there less blood?"

Xu Yong looked at the hammer suspiciously, and said in a daze.

"Hmph!" He Jingtian was afraid that Xu Yong would take the lead, so he took out his sword again, cut out a big hole in his arm, and then dripped a large pool of blood, hoping that the hammer could absorb it.

It turned out that it was useless, and even the amount of blood that dripped on it would only make it bleed in vain.

"Hahaha!" After Xu Yong finished reading it, he laughed and said: "It seems that the blood of the eldest prince is still not enough, if you can release a basin to surround the hammer, you should be able to recognize the master." ”

That's a laugh.

He Jingtian knew that no amount of blood would help, so he took a deep breath and retreated, his face unchanged, but his heart was full of disappointment.

Xu Yong laughed while going up by himself, flicking his big sleeves to clean up the bloodstains on the hammer, and then said: "Now, it's the turn of Young Master Ben to confess the Lord with blood, hehe!"

He didn't take out the saber, but pointed his right hand together into a sword, and a small sword intent burst out from his hand, and then his right hand went to his left hand slightly, and a slight scar formed on the index finger of his left hand, and a drop of blood came out, and then dripped on the hammer.

Then, there is no then.

Because of Xu Yong's blood, it still failed to activate the rusty hammer.

Could it be that the rust on it is too thick and affects the hammer absorption?

Xu Yong thought of it, and then pulled out the sword in his hand and slashed at the rust on the hammer.

The rust on the hammer was very serious, and the rusty skin was like a heavy shell, but when Xu Yong's sword slashed on that layer of rusty skin, the rust did not move at all.

He tried several more times with all his might, but it still didn't work.

"Weird!" Xu Yong could only sigh in the end, and then left.

The disciples of the He family and the disciples of the Dongfang family took turns to go up to test one by one, but after all, no one's blood could trigger the resonance of the hammer, so that in the end, many disciples were quietly discussing: "Isn't it, this thing should be a relatively heavy hammer, it's useless, right?"

"Yes, if you can't recognize the Lord with blood, it won't be a treasure at all. ”

"Or is there another iron lump attached to this hammer, deliberately made out to deceive people?"

"By the way, who was the first to say that this thing is a treasure?"

As soon as this person's words came out, everyone's eyes focused on He Jingyun.

He Jingyu was also surprised, and asked him, "Brother Jingyun, how do you know that this thing is a treasure?"

He Jingyun stepped forward slowly, reached out and touched the hammer when he came to the hammer, and tried to hold it with all his might, but it turned out that he was not special than others, and he couldn't shake the hammer.

As for how he knew the hammer was a treasure, it was simple: speculation.

Because this is something left by Ou Zhizi's predecessors, this is the job of the protégé of the Son of Heaven, if this thing is not a treasure, then there are not many things in the world that can be called treasures.

But he couldn't answer this, so he could only say perfunctorily: "Guess!"

Burst!

Many disciples spat in protest, but He Jingyun was unmoved, and gently took out his sword and cut a thin wound on his wrist, and then caused blood to drip down!

Everyone, including Xu Yong and He Jingtian, looked at He Jingyun with wide eyes, especially Dongfang Undefeated, who almost stretched his neck to watch He Jingyun's movements.

He believes that among all the people present, who can be called geniuses, this guy definitely has a place, and if there is anyone whose blood can make the hammer recognize the master, He Jingyun has the greatest possibility.

After all, he has caused Ding Ming, and he is a talent of Ming Ding.

However, He Jingyun once again proved with practical actions that in front of the hammer, no matter how genius you are, no matter what kind of descendant you are, it will not work.

All people, in front of the hammer, are ordinary people.

He Jingyun's blood dripped down, and like everyone else, he failed to cause any changes and resonance in the hammer.

He was a little disappointed in his heart, but he wasn't too disappointed, after all, although this kind of thing was precious, sometimes he couldn't cultivate, what could he do?

If you reach the realm of Wenjun, you can take the hammer away in bad times.

He Jingyun slowly stood up from the ground, and the people behind him, whether they were He Jingtian, He Jingxuan, He Jingbai, He Qianyao or the disciples of the Dongfang family, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

They have a common point in their hearts: as long as this guy doesn't get it, it's fine!

However, the next moment, their nerves began to tense again.

Because He Jingyun not only did not leave, but suddenly squatted down again, moreover, he also stretched his hand to the hammer full of rust, and even transitioned the vitality in his body into the hammer.

"What is he doing? Could it be that he wants to use his vitality to stimulate this thing?"

He Jingxuan asked.

"Impossible!" He Jingtian said: "I have much more vitality than him, I have tried it a long time ago, but it is useless!"

On the other side, Xu Yong also shook his head lightly, and said secretly: I have tried this method a long time ago, but it is useless.

In fact, it was really useless for He Jingyun to do this, but a bold idea suddenly appeared in his heart: this hammer was lying in a secret realm where the Tattoo Master Realm could not enter, and the disciples below the Tattoo Master Realm could not take it away, so what was the intention of the person who put the hammer here in the first place?

Could it be that he is waiting for a suitable person to inherit his mantle?

Could it be that the original owner of the race is waiting for someone who has the same hammer pattern as him?

He Jingyun half-squatted on the ground, lowered his head, and put his hands on the hammer.

The life lines between his eyebrows slowly changed, gradually changing from a yellow chrysanthemum before to a small silver hammer! The vitality in his body was tumbling, and this change also occurred quietly.

At a certain moment, a stream of vitality in his body seemed to be out of control, slowly moving forward along the meridians of his right hand holding the hammer, and then seeping into the hammer.

At that moment, the hammer moved slightly, and the entire mountain trembled slightly.

The branches and leaves of the giant tree behind him waved, the mountain wind blew, and a scorching breath flew from the other side of the mountain.

The crowd looked at He Jingyun in shock, and their eyes all grew up.

"This ......"

He Jingyun's hand gently stroked the hammer, and at a certain moment, a feeling of blood connection was born, and he gently grasped the handle of the hammer that had been broken.

"Up!"

He Jingyun shouted, and the hammer covered with rust in his hand rose in response, and with the trembling of the earth, he lifted it into the air, black as night, and covered with rust.

The mountain wind is getting stronger and stronger, blowing He Jingyun's long hair fluttering like a fairy.

"How could he?" Xu Yong's mouth grew.

He Jingtian's eyes shrank slightly, and he said secretly: I clearly used my vitality just now, why can he lift it.

"Click!" There was a crisp sound, and a longitudinal crack appeared on the surface of the hammer, and a red light flashed from the crack, although it was not as dazzling as the day of Zhongtian, but that light made people have a desire to worship.

"Click!" A louder sound came, and the rusty skin on the surface of the hammer in He Jingyun's hand held high in the air suddenly broke and then fell.

A hammer that looked like it had just been burned from the furnace came into view, it emitted a crimson light, and its color was neutral, like the morning sun that had just risen in the east. (To be continued.) )