The two of them chased after each other in the sky, stopping and stopping, and because the distance was too close, the ground-level blue arrow of the Wind Cold Zen could always be blocked by his thunder silver spear.

He thought to himself, why is this kid so familiar with Bai Hong's light feather steps, like a kraft candy, he can't shake it off, if it weren't for my strong spiritual power, I would have been defeated under his gun, wouldn't it be ...... Do you have to use that trick?

Ji Jinghou was also frightened, if it weren't for his fellow cultivators who had mastered the Thunder Technique, it would be impossible for him to be his opponent with Qingqiu Luo Ma Jue alone, so it seemed that the master's defeat was also reasonable.

Normally, the battle between the gun and the bow will end quickly, and the two are faster than the other, but the battle in the air is very anxious.

The two chased and stopped, and half a day had passed.

Suddenly, Feng Lengzen stopped.

Ji Jinghou knew that this moment was coming, so he only listened to him.

"Boy, don't chase after me like this, I have an arrow, if you can catch it, I will lose."

Ji Jinghou was not polite, and said lightly: "What I am waiting for is your arrow." ”

"Okay, have a bearing."

Feng Leng Zen looked solemn, slowly opened his mouth, and a crystal arrow feather was slowly pulled out of his body.

"Master."

"No! Master. ”

The disciples of the Shenyu Sect couldn't have imagined that this person would actually force the master to this point.

It turned out that after learning the bow, the disciples of the Shenyu Sect would conceive a natal spirit arrow in their bodies, and they would not use it unless necessary, because this natal arrow carried its own soul power and blood, and once it was damaged, it would cause great damage to itself.

And the wind-cold Zen is pregnant with an ice arrow.

As soon as the ice arrow came out, the air around him was cold, and when the arrow feather was placed behind the horned bow, it emitted a dazzling blue light. Gradually, half of the sky turned blue, and a half-circle of air shields appeared at the tip of the arrow, emitting a slight sonic boom.

"Life or death, look at this arrow."

With a full arrow, Feng Leng Zen seemed to be much older, and his temples turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye, but his expression was even more hideous.

"Boy, catch the arrow."

Ji Jinghou not only did not get close, but retreated a hundred meters, he clenched the body of the gun, and a trace of thunder swam out of his palm, and a thunderbolt exploded.

His angry eyes shouted: "Shenyumen, I want to convince you of your losing hearts today." ”

Silver spears and white horses, spears like dragons, and the other half of the sky is silver.

The blue arrow silver spear, the two arcs of air in mid-air collided fiercely.

Zizizi—————

The two huge energy streams were stalemate for a moment, and then exploded into a circle of spiritual power ripples.

Feng Lengzen's eyes darkened, and he fell weakly. He said with difficulty before he fell into a coma.

"Boy...... You...... Won. ”

Ji Jinghou was also shocked to take a few steps back, spitting out a mouthful of blood, but he still stood up holding his heart.

There were excited shouts from the disciples of the White Horse Hall below, and there were a lot of cries among them.

Ji Ya has been standing there all the time, and he is already in tears at this time.

Seeing the disciples of the Shenyu Sect retreating like a tide, Ji Jinghou did not stop him, he got along with Huahe day and night, and his body would inevitably be contaminated with a little Buddha fragrance, if he could not kill people, he would not kill.

Turning around, Ji Jinghou squeezed out a smile, he didn't even notice that this expression was exactly the same as that of the retreat person, maybe it was because he was grateful to him at this time.

"Master."

Ji Jinghou's voice is no different from the previous tone, it was like this before, and it is still the same.

Ji Ya dipped the corners of his eyes with his cuffs, and said in response, he had nothing to be embarrassed about, after all, he was already a person who had died once.

After settling the casualties, Ji Ya took him to a secret room.

On the long bookcase in front of the secret room, there was a broken gun, which Ji Jinghou recognized at a glance.

"Thunderbolt?"

"Yes, this is it."

This gun was interrupted by Soul Xiaotian's grandfather with a punch on the Prison Wu Mountain, and now it was actually recovered.

"Is it because of the fact that Shenyumen is in such a hurry to do this?"

"Hmmm! Precisely. ”

"No wonder."

Ji Ya grabbed the two severed guns in his hands, and said with emotion: "Back then, the ancestor relied on this spear to open up the thousand-year-old glory of one of the guns, and now the situation of this gun door is exactly the same as it, broken into two, this is really providence!" ”

When he said this, Ji Jinghou also felt a little similar.

Ji Ya raised the two severed guns together and raised them above his head, and said with a solemn expression: "Jinghou, I will teach you this gun now, and you have to cast it from scratch." ”

Of course, Ji Jinghou knew that he had another meaning, the inheritance token of the head of the Thunder Sect, it was this Thunder Spear. He hurriedly said, "Master, no." ”

Ji Ya was stunned for a while, and his heart was a little sour.

"Jinghou, are you still blaming me?"

"Master, no, no matter who was in charge back then, they would have made the same decision, if I still hate you, I won't come back today."

"That'...... Why don't you take the gun? ”

Ji Jinghou's performance today is fully qualified for the position of the head of the house, and even the matter of unifying the gun door is a matter of course, if it is him, without the support of the thunder trick, he will be criticized by many people, where to find such a perfect successor? That's why he was so eager for Ji Jinghou to take over as the head.

Ji Jinghou said: "From the matter of casting the thunder gun, I can go back to Senior Sister Qin for help, it shouldn't be difficult, it's not the time to take over as the head of the sect now." ”

"Senior Sister Qin? Is it the Qin Zhizhi from the Valley of Soldiers? ”

"It's her."

The seasonal buds are short and colorful.

"It would be great if you could ask Bingya to help."

Seeing that he had no resistance, he put the spear back in its place with confidence.

"What about the timing?"

Ji Jinghou's statement is actually deliberately prevaricating, not wanting to take over as the head of White Horse Hall. Compared with the boring preaching and teaching sons, the first seat of the White Horse Peak is much more enjoyable, unrestrained, free, and there are so many compatible brothers and sisters in the Twelve Fingers Sword Mountain. The point is, there is another person in the South China Sea, so he said:

"One is that the disciple still wants to experience a few years of training, and the other is that the disciple still has a favor to return, and he can't leave the South China Sea for the time being."

"Favors?"

"That's right, teach the disciple the human affection of the thunder trick."

"Oh!" Ji Ya suddenly became interested, he wanted to ask about the thunder trick a few times, but he didn't have a chance to speak.

Ji Jinghou briefly explained how Soul Xiaotian was in the Blood Demon Cave and how he passed on the Thunder Trick to himself in a righteous and selfless manner.

After listening to it, Ji Ya was amazed, never forget, and realized the truth, there are still such strange people in this world! No wonder he was able to set off such a big storm on the rivers and lakes, thinking that his apprentice had become a senior brother with the best generation of young talents in the world, and he was happy for him from the bottom of his heart.

"When you pay it back, such a great favor, you should repay it with all your might, it seems that I let you go to the South China Sea to experience the most correct decision, if you don't meet him, I'm afraid that the thunder trick will be lost."

Ji Jinghou nodded yes.

Ji Ya is also an old man, he said so much, in fact, he is still reluctant to the South China Sea, what is the conflict between being a favor and being the head? But he can also understand, after all, young people still like to be around young people.

He suddenly slapped his chair and said, "That's it! You take over as the head first, unify the gun gate in your name, I will be the acting head of the house for you, help you take care of the affairs of the door, you want to stay in the South China Sea, and come back if you want to come back. ”

"This ......"

Ji Jinghou thought about it, as long as he was not allowed to return to the White Horse Hall, it was actually not impossible, but in this case, he would be a little wronged by his master, after all, it was not etiquette.

Ji Ya said shortly: "The Thunder Hall exists in name only, those families are lonely at this time, and the unification of the gun door is the most urgent matter, if you really don't want to be the head, return it to me after this matter is stable, as for the rest, don't think about it." ”

Ji Jinghou felt that what the master said was reasonable, so he nodded and agreed, and went back to the White Horse Hall, and actually corrected the position of the head of the house, and he could also be a hands-off shopkeeper, which made Ji Jinghou feel a little bit of a sense of gain and loss.

……

night

The Shenyu Forest was low, and the cooked duck not only flew, but also jumped up and pecked itself, the most important thing is that the duck's wings are hard, and it will inevitably become an eagle to peck at his eyes in the future.

It was a starry sky, but it rained, drizzle, drizzle.

Feng Leng Zen's natal spirit arrow was destroyed, and his skill was damaged by seven or eight layers, and not long after he woke up, he suddenly jumped up from the bed, pushed away the disciples who came to visit, and shouted: "Hurry up, go quickly......

A zombie was suspended in the sky above this mountain forest, under the moonlight, on the earth, and all the creatures on this side were silent. The drizzle couldn't penetrate the transparent spiritual power shield around him, and the black figure slowly sank, and when he fell, the sword light flashed, and the drizzle turned into a rain of blood.

The killing god came, and the wailing was everywhere.

Of the more than 100 disciples of the Shenyu Gate, only a few escaped, and the others were all in different places, including Feng Leng Zen, who was seriously injured.