"Stinky boy, just came out!"

Ji Xiu just came in from the outer courtyard, and happened to meet Ji Lin, who had just come out of the house, looking at his younger brother with a messy chicken nest, his face was so black that he couldn't see his expression, and he couldn't help laughing.

"Did you fall off the kang again at night? How did you get unkempt?"

Looking at her helplessly, Ji Lin frowned and muttered, "What do you mean? Do I often fall off from above? And it's not too late for me to come out, right? It's just dawn." It's not too late......"

His spirit seemed to be in a trance, and he walked to the front yard in a daze, and when he reached the threshold, he stumbled and almost fell on his head, which was both embarrassed and funny.

It wasn't until he walked out of the backyard for more than a dozen steps that he shook his head and turned back, and under Ji Xiu's surprised gaze, he walked to the back door, still muttering something to himself. Ji Xiu stretched out his ears and listened, happy, it turned out that what he said was: "Where is our bathing pond?

Ji Xiu didn't care too much, just thought that he hadn't woken up and was a little confused. Then she went to the stove and went to work.

It was a long time before Monsoon came out of his house, and he looked like a man of his son, full of energy and energy. After saying hello to his daughter, he also went to the backyard. As a result, I came in again not long after I went, and I was surprised.

Monsoon looked at his daughter again, then stepped forward and pointed to the back door and asked, "Daughter, what is that kid doing in the backyard?"

"Shower wow, what's wrong?"

But seeing that Ji Feng's face became strange, he coughed dryly: "Obediently, Lao Tzu has lived for nearly forty years, and today is the first time I have seen someone even wear clothes and shoes on his body and take a bath in the pond after he is finished, and he is still enjoying himself." What's wrong with this kid?"

"Oh...... Huh?" Ji Xiu was stunned, and then he leaned back and closed with laughter, the flowers and branches trembled, and he almost couldn't take care of cooking.

Half an hour later, the three of them had breakfast together. Ji Xiu and Ji Feng teased in unison: "What's the matter?

"Well, by the way, even the clothes were washed, it's a good deal!" Ji Lin blurted out.

The two glanced at each other and laughed, Ji Lin pretended not to hear anything, and buried his head in eating himself. After the meal, Ji Xiu cleaned up, put on a hat again, and went out fully armed.

Originally, Ji Xiu was already an ink artist and could travel the world alone, but she still didn't worry that these two old men lived in this deep mountain and old forest, and the most important thing was that neither father nor son knew how to cook. But every day she will go outside to experience, don't look at people are just women, she can be regarded as a master of rangers and inkers, in the dark cloud mountain on the west peak of the mountain range, those bandits and bandits have to be called "big sister" when they see her.

Ji Lin sat sneering for a while, his confused eyes suddenly returned to clarity, and he took the case: "Dad, I want to have a time with you twice!"

"What are you talking about?" Ji Feng looked at him, but his eyes seemed to be looking at a neurotic, "You want to fight with Lao Tzu?"

"That's right, this is true, it's a competition!"

Ji Feng raised his thick eyebrows, and said in his heart: This kid ...... Could it be that he fell off the kang again? Couldn't his brain be broken? What kind of character Ji Lin has, it is impossible for him to be a father who doesn't know, that is a weirdo who has no interest in martial arts at all, but he still likes to delve into the things of those, and wants him to practice basic fist and foot methods to protect himself, and his head shakes like a rattle, why do you suddenly want to fight with him today? Did he not take the medicine, or took the wrong medicine, or took the fake medicine?

However, his son's request, even if it is unreasonable, he will agree, let alone a trick, it is purely a hit-off. So he was not hypocritical, and went out with his son, and the father and son came to a rocky place in the back mountain. There are few trees in this place, not a single grass grows, and there is a mess of rocks as far as the eye can see, and when you look up, you can see that the white clouds are three feet above your head, and the mountain wind blows from time to time, and the dust and gravel are flying, which is somewhat desolate.

After finding a place to stand, Ji Feng spat on his hand, rubbed his hands, and spoke first: "Boy, are you ready? You and I haven't compared with others for several years, and my hands are going to be maggots!" Looking at the spear in his hand again, the head of the spear made of blood and iron flashed with blood, and the edge was incomparable; the seven-foot long pole cut from the heart of the fire tree was completely carbon black, but it seemed to be able to spew out a tongue of fire at any time; the tassel made of the tail hair of the bloody wolf was red with blood after a long battle, and the blood was soaring to the sky. This gun, with the monsoon in the south and the north for more than ten years, is not only a symbol of his supreme glory back then, but also his closest comrade-in-arms in this life, brother in life and death!

Once again held the gun he named "Red Wolf", rubbing its charcoal-like scorching body, Monsoon only felt the surging waves surging in his heart, and the irrepressible excitement arose, he also felt the trembling of the Red Wolf, and couldn't help but recall that he was ordered by the Rongge Mansion, the Jin Ge Iron Horse, and galloped on the heroic journey of the Northern Xinjiang battlefield, the momentum of "the hero of the world, who else should I be" returned to him again, and for a while, there was a strong, blood-soaked feeling, just for a battle!

He raised the red wolf spear, and then paused suddenly, and with a "bang", the earth shook and the mountains shook, the sky was terrified and wept, the aftershocks were terrifying, and the wind and clouds were calm.

Suddenly, a silent burst of skull chill disrupted the majestic momentum of the monsoon, but saw Ji Lin's handsome face leave a faint smile, holding the sword scabbard with his left hand, and opening the sword grid with his thumb, in an instant, the cold and bone-chilling air rushed straight into the sky, about to break the sky, and then the momentum suddenly turned, and the chill was gone, but it became cautious, lingering around Ji Lin, and the blue-white mist was vaguely visible. The weather was slightly affected and cooled, and the clouds in the sky gradually converged.

"Hmm, when did this kid get a sword?" Ji Feng frowned at first, looking at Ji Lin's sword at his waist, he was surprised, but he didn't think too much, "It seems that it should be his basis for arguing with me." Just show me your true power. ”

Ji Lin pulled out his sword in his right hand, and the sound of unsheathing was hoarse and weird, like a broken gong, and he roared in a low voice, and then rushed towards Ji Feng with his sword without saying a word. How can Brother Chu, who has never had combat experience, know how to break the rules? So Ji Lin's swordsmanship is to fight and slash indiscriminately, and he wants to go forward and fight hard with Ji Feng to decide the winner.

Ji Feng, who was standing like a mountain, couldn't help but shake his head and sigh when he saw his son rushing over stupidly, he really couldn't bear to look at it directly. Thinking that it was the first time for his son to fight him like this, and it was impossible for him to win the battle, he decided to let his son eat a big turtle and let him have a longer memory.

"Boy, do what I say. "In the middle of the sword, Duan Tianhan suddenly spoke, "Attack from behind, surprise it, attack it unprepared!" Ji Feng saw that Ji Lin was close at this time, so he raised the gun with his right hand, and his left hand was about to hold the barrel of the gun, Ji Feng in the sprint suddenly turned on his toes, and quickly circled behind Ji Feng in small steps, and the sword in his hand quickly reached out like a snake spitting out a letter, stabbing at the back of the monsoon.

Regarding Ji Lin's speed, Duan Tianhan scoffed: "Boy, your speed should be practiced well." ”

Unexpectedly, a strange cold light flashed in Ji Lin's eyes, and his left hand clicked on the Jizhong acupoint at an unbelievable speed, introducing the Xuanling cold ink into the embroidered sword, and with a wave of his right hand, a blue-black sword qi came out of the sword, condensing into a blue-black ice blade in the air, and directly hit the waist and abdomen of the monsoon.

Ji Feng twisted his body, and the red wolf spear in his hand seemed to roar angrily, and the fiery red spear met it, wrapping the ice blade, and "snorting" the black vapor rising.

When encountering something wrong, retreat immediately - this is another tactic of Duan Tianhan Sect Ji Lin. Before retreating, Ji Lin grabbed the void, and a blue-black ice needle appeared in his hand, shooting towards the Monsoon Juque Acupoint with seven points of strength.

Monsoon didn't care, and ducked away with a slight lean. Seeing this, a trace of cunning flashed in Ji Lin's eyes, and in a thought, the black ice needle that had been passing by Monsoon turned back strangely and plunged into Monsoon's shoulder, instantly becoming invisible.

Soul Locking Ice Soul Fixation Needle - the super scoundrel's "homing missile needle", once it comes out, it will definitely hit the target, and the consumption is not small, and the Xuanling cold ink that forcibly pulls out a cave pool condenses into a needle, no matter how huge the capacity of your cave pool is, a needle will drain you a hole pool, but in a single fight, this may be a needle!

The monsoon action of the middle needle came to an abrupt end. Did this kid use some kind of witchcraft? Why can't he move? He suddenly felt very uncomfortable in his heart, and he underestimated the enemy.

Ji Lin injected cold ink into the rusty sword, and the rust on the sword was wrapped in the film it formed, becoming black and shiny. He only had one cave pool left, and it would be dangerous to consume it like this.

In just an instant, Monsoon broke free from the restraints, simply threw the red wolf gun out of his hand, and shouted: "Stinky boy, look at the move!"

"Whoosh-" The red wolf spear flashed with a bloodthirsty light, and the wind swept in.

The powerful coercion made Ji Lin unable to move, and in a hurry, he summoned a black jade coin and flew out to block it. Coincidentally, the inscription on this black jade coin happened to be "reverse", and the word "reverse" emitted a golden light, enveloping the flying red wolf spear, and the head of the spear was reversed, pointing at its owner, and flew back at the speed just now.

"God, it's really a witchcraft!" Monsoon rolled to the right and narrowly dodged, stood up in embarrassment, pulled out the red wolf spear that was inserted upside down in the place where Fang Cai was standing, and looked at the Moyu Yuan coin that was slowly flying back on the opposite side in horror, "Good girl, this kid's tricks are also amazing, even Lao Tzu can't parry!"

Just now, Mo Yu showed his might, and drained all the cold ink in his body, even the rusty sword was not spared. At this time, he suddenly felt that his whole body was weak, and he was about to fall forward, and he half-knelt down, and the short sword stuck in the crack in the stone so that he barely fell. His face turned even paler, he closed his eyes and calmed down for a while, gritted his teeth, tightened the rusty sword in his hand, and once again rushed forward without hesitation.

He snorted coldly, and the speed under his feet was a little faster, and the distance between the two sides quickly narrowed, and the wind in his ears was loud. With his sword in both hands, he gathered what was left of his strength and slashed towards the monsoon.

Ji Feng blocked his sword with both guns in his hands, his stunned gaze intertwined with Ji Lin's crazy eyes.

"Boy, Lao Tzu won't show mercy, you can do it yourself. Monsoon thought to himself.

The huge shock force shook Ji Lin's arms numbly, his face was as white as paper, there were traces of blood at the corners of his mouth, and his hands holding the hilt of the sword were cracked, and his internal organs were not easy at all, but he did not take half a step back. The two sides were in a stalemate for half a breath, neither advancing nor retreating.

"Uh!" Ji Lin was still unable to resist his father's strength, flying backwards like a kite with a broken string, rubbing his back on the ground for a long time, and his back clothes were also scratched, burning pain. He was still clutching the rusty sword in his hand, motionless, as if he had fainted.

(End of chapter)