"Don't talk nonsense." Wei Changming shook his head and focused his gaze on the last girl again.

"Hey, when you say that, it seems a little familiar." Wang Yu suddenly

"Huh", and also began to observe.

"What, you're also overflowing?" Jin Yi looked at the two people who were staring at each other, and said with a smile,

"Then Wang Yu, you have to come on, it's a little difficult to compete with Wei Changming."

"It's a little difficult!" Listening to Jin Yi's agitation, where could Wang Yu swallow this breath, he jumped up all of a sudden, and pointed at Wei Changming.

"Senior Sister Xiaojin, tell me, where am I not as good as him?"

"Yo, this is a fight?" Jin Yi quipped.

"But she really looked like she'd seen it somewhere." Wang Yu argued,

"If you don't believe it, senior sister, take a good look." Jin Yi just wanted to refuse, but saw Feng Yichen on the side staring ahead, which made Jin Yi interested.

"I'd like to see what kind of charm this witch has." This is a look at this, and it really gave Jinyi some clues.

As a woman's intuition, Jin Yi actually had the same idea as the other three. It seems to have been seen somewhere.

"No, it won't." Jin Yi was a little suspicious. Since his trip to Fengzhou, there are only a handful of women who have intersected with him.

Jin Yi carefully thought about the people she had seen after arriving at Luoyu Village.

"Did you meet him on the road?"

"Sister Qianyi, have you seen it?" Jin Yi turned her head to look at the Chu family disciples, wanting to confirm her thoughts.

But Chu Qianyi took a closer look, but she was a little confused and shook her head.

"I don't think so."

"That's weird." Before Jin Yi could remember, the girl upstairs seemed to notice the sight of Wei Changming and his party, and turned her head to look.

In an instant, everyone felt a sense of frost.

"This woman won't be Jindan." Wang Yu shuddered unconsciously.

"It's so far away that it can still affect here, no wonder Nanwu Kingdom is so confident that he wants to challenge everyone." Feng Yichen withdrew his gaze, but his hand unconsciously clenched into a fist.

"You don't want to challenge her, do you?" Wang Yu saw Feng Yichen's movements.

"Just do your best this time, we are young even in this generation, don't be impulsive." Wang Yu persuaded,

"It's good to leave this kind of senior brother to other sects, don't be reluctant, this is obviously not something we can solve." But seeing Feng Yichen's expression, Wang Yu naturally understood where he could listen to his own words, and sighed.

"Well, let it be, I know what I say is useless." I really thought silently in my heart: It seems that I have to prepare a bone-setting plaster.

As long as this tendon is on stage, the internal injury may keep the opponent's hand, but the external injury is inevitable.

"Gentlemen, may I introduce you." The old man on the stage smiled faintly and pointed to the first teenager.

"Baili Yijun, a rookie among the younger generation of the Southern Witch Kingdom, has obtained the position of Southern Witch Sacrifice by virtue of his early tens." The elder looked downstairs.

"If you want to take on the challenge, just come up."

"What is the Southern Witch Sacrifice?" Wei Changming secretly asked Chu Qianyi on the side. But he heard Chu Shuguang reply first: "The Southern Witch Sacrifice is just a job title, it is a thing they made up themselves, if it is easy to understand, according to the words of your sect, it is equivalent to the promotion of outer disciples to the level of inner disciples." Wei Changming nodded.

"I see."

"But he looks a little smaller than us." Feng Yichen looked at the young man on the stage, but the aura emanating from his body was almost the same as his own.

"It's a mule or a horse, and you won't know if you pull it out." Just then, a figure stepped out of the crowd.

"I'll meet you for a while." Seeing that a challenger appeared, the people around him hurriedly gave up their positions and retreated to the bridge corridor in the distance.

Wei Changming and his entourage were the same, several people leaned against the railing, looking in the direction of the courtyard.

"Look! It's Uncle Jiwen! At this time, someone identified the identity of the figure and exclaimed.

"Who is Uncle Jiwen?" Many people heard the name of their uncle Ji Wen and looked confused.

"You don't know this, Uncle Ji Wen is a well-known figure in Yuezhou, and he has defeated many well-known Tianjiao in Yuezhou with his status as a loose cultivator." At this time, a disciple who was also from Yue Zhou explained to the people on the side,

"One of the most famous things about Uncle Ji Wen is that he relied on his own strength to capture the Zhuji Dan from a secret realm under the encirclement of the disciples of the four factions of Yuezhou, and hid in it to successfully complete the foundation building, and used the foundation building realm to kill a group of Qi cultivation disciples in turn."

"At that time, this incident caused a sensation in Yuezhou for a while." The speaker pointed to Uncle Jiwen's face, and everyone looked in the direction of their fingers.

"You see, that scar on his forehead was left after that treasure hunt in the secret realm."

"It is said that at that time, many elders of the four factions of Jindan and Yuan began to surround and intercept Uncle Ji Wen, but Uncle Ji Wen simply escaped from the encirclement, if he hadn't died by himself, he had obviously successfully escaped and appeared provocatively, so he received a slap on the forehead, and the internal force on the palm of the palm lasted for a long time, and finally left this scar."

"That's a ruthless man." In the corridor, several people were talking, and they couldn't wait to watch this fight.

"I just don't know that a casual cultivator can actually receive an invitation letter?" At this time, someone asked.

"Shh The young man of Yue Zhou, who had just spoken, lowered his voice, for fear that his uncle Ji Wen, who was not far away, would hear it.

I only heard the young man's voice say: "Where can I get the invitation letter for casual cultivation, there are so many scattered cultivators in this continent, even the Southern Wu Kingdom doesn't have the energy to count it, maybe who took this in Uncle Ji Wen's hand from." ”

"I see!" Many people suddenly realized. Attic down.

"Why, if you want me to ask you to come down, it won't work." Uncle Ji Wen squinted his eyes and half-raised his head, looking at the young man upstairs.

Baili Yijun closed his eyes as if he hadn't heard the words. It's just that the other nine disciples on the side silently retreated towards the back, leaving Baili Yijun alone.

Seeing that there was no response, Uncle Ji Wen's face gradually became gloomy, and he turned his head to look at the elders of the Southern Wu Kingdom on the side.

"Can you do it?" The Elder of the Southern Witch Kingdom smiled and nodded. Seeing that the person who spoke was allowed, Uncle Ji Wen patted the dust on his body.

"That's good." In the next second, a sound of breaking the air came from nowhere. A moment later,

"Knock". Behind Baili Yijun, the windowsill of the attic collapsed. Uncle Ji Wen's pupils shrank.

In the eyes of others, they thought that they wanted to give the other party a dismount, so they aimed the hidden weapon at the windowsill.

But only Uncle Ji Wen knew that he didn't keep his hand. I was obviously heading towards the other person's body.

Why did it miss? The silver needle in the hand of Uncle Ji Mosuo. Try again! Under a thought, Uncle Ji Wen's wrist reversed again, and under the internal force, the silver needle in his hand shot out.

Uncle Ji Wen stared at Baili Yijun tightly.

"Boom!" It was still the windowsill behind Baili Yijun who was heavy.

"I see." This time, Uncle Ji Wen finally found the clue. Baili Yijun can always move his body slightly when the silver needle pierces his body, so that the silver needle pierces the air.

In the eyes of others, I thought it was caused by my own mistakes. And the Baili Yijun in front of him had to do this, which showed that his spiritual sense was far stronger than his own, so he could adjust his body shape at the moment when the silver needle shot out.

Uncle Ji Wen put away his contempt, and for the first time, he looked at the boy in front of him who was a few years younger than himself with the same eyes as his peers.

At this time, Baili Yijun opened his eyes.

"I can come down now." Then a vertical leap fell in front of his uncle Ji Wen, stretched out his right hand, and put on a posture.

"Hmph, I'd like to see what else you're capable of." Uncle Ji Wen's right hand became a claw, and the internal force of his fingertips vaguely overflowed.

"It's coming! Wind Talon. An informed audience said.

"Uncle Ji Wen made a name for himself with this move, but I didn't expect to use this trick as soon as I came up, it seems that I want to solve it quickly!"

"Baili Yijun is going to be in danger." Faced with this ingenious move, everyone in the corridor found that Baili Yijun still did not move, standing in place in a daze.

"It seems that there is still a lack of actual combat experience." In the corridor, the audience commented,

"Baili Yijun still doesn't pay attention to the other party, it's too undeserved."

"Humph!" Uncle Ji Wen sneered, it turned out to be a stunned young man. The people who died under the hands of his own Wind Talon could not be counted with both hands.

If you rely on your talent and become a priest of the Southern Witch Kingdom early, you will be very wrong.

"You're going to pay the price!" Uncle Ji Wen let out a loud shout, and under the movement of his body, he was only close to Baili Yijun in an instant.

"What's going on!" Everyone in the corridor thought that Baili Yijun's defeat was decided. At this moment, I saw my uncle Ji Wen's eyes suddenly widen, snorted, covered his chest in pain, and fell down.

In the blink of an eye, Uncle Ji Wen's struggling hands were released. Looking at Uncle Ji Wen, who had lost his breath on the ground, for a while, the whole courtyard was quiet.

"Boom." In the hallway, someone swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Obviously, it's only a few steps away from being able to touch Baili Yijun. This, this is dead? But no one responded.

Half an hour later.

"Your Excellency is probably going too hard." At this time, one of Yue Zhou's disciples stepped forward, looked at Baili Yijun, pointed to the corpse on the ground and said,

"Why do you have to put such a heavy hand?"

"Did he stay free?" Baili Yijun looked at each other indifferently,

"I'm just treating him the way he did me."

"How did you do that?" Immediately the ears of the people stood up. He asked what everyone was saying.

But I heard that Baili Yijun only replied with two words.

"Witchcraft."