The battle between Ji Chongru and Wang Youjun was divided in a short instant.

There was no onlookers imagining you and me, and there was no strong and gorgeous martial arts displayed by each of them, of course, Wang Youjun was exhibited, but he was crushed by Ji Chongru with a brutal posture with his fists alone.

The crowd of onlookers sighed when they saw Wang Youjun who was smashed into the ground by Ji Chongru, although both of them were strong people in the Condensation Realm, and they both stood at the peak of island cultivation, but the gap between the two of them was not the same.

"I didn't expect Brother Chongru's cultivation speed to improve so quickly. Shen Qingqiu, who had long known that he would make a move, muttered to himself in his heart.

Wang Youjun struggled to get up from the ground, at this time his clothes were ragged and his face was covered with blood, and he didn't have the appearance of swearing at all, when he fought with Ji Chongru, he seemed to feel that if there was no innate prohibition on this island, Ji Chongru's secretive spiritual power would devour him.

He looked at the cracks on the ground beneath him that spread outward like cobwebs, and then he remembered the obscure gaze that the head of the Xin family, Shin Liuping, had looked at him before.

Although Wang Youjun was a little apprehensive about Ji Chongru's unfathomable cultivation at this time, as soon as he thought that his plan had gone wrong because of his negligence, the determination in his heart became a little stronger.

He stood up, wiped the blood stains on the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, licked his bloody lips, and looked at Ji Chongru in white in front of him with a strange expression.

"Shut up. Xin Liuping, who was watching the battle, frowned, his eyes were sharp, and he shouted at Wang Youjun.

Ji Chongru, who was originally going to stop and turn away, had a look in his eyes, as if the dragon had been offended by the scales, and the powerful killing intent emanating from his body made the surrounding crowd involuntarily wrap their clothes tightly.

"As long as I am alive today, then sooner or later I will take the life of the Ji family boy. A faint word came out of Wang Youjun's mouth.

This in turn made the onlookers whisper.

Article 18 of the ancestral precept says: "Thou shalt not kill a man of the same blood." ”

This is also the reason why the Xinjia is bent on putting Ji Ge to death, but they are only doing it secretly. If you put it on the bright side, you will lose the credibility of the people.

A believer who has lost the trust of the people, even if the eldest son of the eldest son sits on the position of patriarch as he wishes, he will be attacked by several other famous clans.

At this time, Wang Youjun's words were like tearing his face with the Ji family, and he even pierced the layer of window paper.

At this time, the first thing he did when he was expelled from the building was to threaten to kill Ji Linlang, who may still be the young patriarch, and over the years, there was also news that the Xin family's Xin Yushu wanted to compete for the position of the young patriarch.

If someone has a heart to associate it, the letter is the yellow mud rolling into the crotch of the pants.

Xin Tingzhi, who was standing next to Xin Liuping, had a gloomy face and said in a low voice, "This idiot. ”

There is no gentle demeanor of heaven and man evaluated by the outside world.

The killing intent that seemed to be like a substance shrouded Ji Chongru, he turned his head and looked at Wang Youjun with an indifferent face, suddenly stretched out his hand, lifted the inverted silver spear, bent his arm sharply, and his wrist froze, and a silver-white lightning bolt went straight to Wang Youjun.

"If you want to die, then I will fulfill you. Ji Chongru said lightly.

Wang Youjun saw the silver light that came to him in an instant, and thought in his heart that it seemed to be the opposite of what he wanted.

Then he let out a low sigh, using the little spiritual power left in the previous battle to condense a barrier to block the silver light.

Bang.

In the blink of an eye, the spiritual power barrier shattered, and the silver spear, which was only slightly blocked, penetrated Wang Youjun's body and stuck straight into the outer wall of the Sigui Building.

Wang Youjun, who had stepped into the realm of contemplation that ordinary people could not see, was like a celadon devastated by a storm at this time, about to be shattered.

The back garden of the Wen Mansion.

Still carefully fiddling with flowers and plants, Wen Qiong's palm pearl, Wen Zhili, the eldest lady of the Wen family, smiled lightly: "Hehe." ”

Ji Chongru stretched out his hand again, and the silver spear inserted in the courtyard wall was pulled back into his hand by the spiritual power, and he shook off the remaining blood stains on the gun, and said with a look of disgust, "Please die." ”

"Beaulieu potential. ”

Ji Chongru was holding a silver spear, and the spiritual power around his body slowly condensed into a dragon on the body of the spear after that low shout.

Beaulieu Dragon's Ang.

The killing intent is awe-inspiring.

Wang Youjun stood there dejectedly, as if he had completely given up resistance, waiting for Ji Chongru's shot.

In the distance stood two figures, one was a middle-aged man with a tall posture, and the other was an old man with a somewhat rickety figure.

If any clansmen could see these two people, they would definitely recognize the middle-aged man as the contemporary patriarch Wen Qiong, and the old man with a somewhat rickety figure was afraid that only the elders of the clan could recognize him.

The old man who stood side by side with the patriarch and watched the fierce fight was the great elder who prevented Ji Ge from leaving the island ten years ago.

The Great Elder was born in the Shen family, one of the top ten famous families, and his name is white, and he is Shen Qingqiu's grandfather. Not only is he a strong Qi cultivator in the Concentration Realm, but no one else can match the enchantment technique.

It is recorded in ancient books: "The art of enchantment can be divided into red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, and sevenfold realms according to the color and vein of the boundary force." ”

And now the Great Elder who is already a Yellow-veined Enchantment Master can compete with the Condensing Realm with the Technique of Enchantment alone.

It was precisely because of this old man that Ji Ge was imprisoned in the Sigui Building for ten years.

"Great Elder, have you come to such a situation, won't you make a move?" Patriarch Wen Qiong looked at the old man beside him and asked.

Shen Yibai scratched his back through the placket of his clothes, shrugged his shoulders and said, "You, the patriarch, are not in a hurry, I am in a hurry." ”

"It seems that the Great Elder also guessed. ”

"That old guy is famous for licking calves, although the kid of the Wang family resolutely broke away from the family back then, but as the saying goes, 'blood is connected from generation to generation, broken bones are still connected to tendons', how could the old guy watch his son die in front of him?"

Wen Qiong nodded and looked at the battlefield in the distance.

Just when Ji Chongru's silver spear was about to be pierced on Wang Youjun's face, a palm full of vicissitudes like dry wood gently held the head of his spear.

The dragon condensed by that spiritual power was like being choked by someone, and it couldn't move forward in the slightest.

Ji Chongru looked at the old man who suddenly appeared in front of him with a solemn face, and asked coldly, "Elder Wang, what do you mean by this?"

The old man who suddenly appeared here and stopped Ji Chongru was the old head of the Wang family, and Wang Yuanshan, the father of Wang Youjun, who was crumbling behind him.

"Heavy as. The two of us haven't been in contact for more than ten years because of this matter. Today, my old thing, who is half buried in loess, begs you to give me a thin piece of noodles, can you let him go?"

Wang Youjun, trembling behind him, sat on the ground, bowed his head, and said nothing.

"Elder Wang, what if I don't want to?" Ji Chongru's eyes were sharp, and the choked dragon already had the appearance of soaring and flying yellow.

Wang Yuanshan looked back at the unfilial son behind him who was "leaving home" and sighed. Save his life no matter what.

Even if it's a life for a life.

"Heavy as. Stop it. I don't know when Ji Qiong, the old head of the Ji family, who has come forward, said.

Hearing this, Ji Chongru stopped the offensive and put away his gun and returned to his father-in-law.

He can not listen to the patriarch's orders, he can not look at the faces of the other nine famous family heads, and even if necessary, he can disobey his eldest brother, but he will definitely listen to the words of the old man in front of him.

Not for anything else, for he is his own father-in-law.

The grace of nurturing is like rebuilding.