Zhao Tingsheng's nose was blue and his face was swollen, his left eye circle was red and purple, and he no longer had the appearance of the handsome General Zhao Xiao, and the tiger helmet armor on his chest was stained scarlet and dazzling by his own blood. The armor on the abdomen was even more dented, and a fist was imprinted on it, still stained with blood.

"Did he win?"

"Leapfrogging and winning against Zhao Tingsheng, who is extremely talented?"

"It's so strong!"

Even the disciples of the Gu Immortal Pavilion were moved and amazed!

Some people are dizzy, and the picture is so unreal. That Zhao Tingsheng, who is like the sun and looks down on everything in the world, was defeated by a little beggar?

It's really strange that there are many things every year, especially this year!

Ji Mingyuan's battle today amazed the audience, shocked the Quartet, and everyone was stunned and speechless. In their eyes, the breezy and elegant young man was inexplicably majestic and domineering.

"Self-inflicted, don't live!" Ji Mingyuan said calmly, turning around and leaving.

Ji Mingyuan was dressed in white and snow, and his long waist-length hair danced in the wind and fluttered. His appearance is delicate and handsome, warm as jade, his posture is elegant, there is a bit of fairy bones, and the posture of a master outside the world.

"Hey...... It's time for Master to chatter!" Ji Mingyuan sighed softly, he had come out to buy vegetables, and he had bought wine for his master by the way, but he never thought that after such a long delay, his master in the wine jar should be in a hurry.

Raise your right hand, the hand that is as white as jade, the tiger's mouth on the back of the hand is cracked, and the blood is dripping!

Ji Mingyuan waved his sleeve robe and ignored it again. Ji Mingyuan knew that part of the reason why he could win was that Zhao Tingsheng was too arrogant and complacent, and when he saw that his cultivation was not as good as him, he relaxed his vigilance, and he was defeated by himself without using the spirit pattern much.

"As the saying goes, be careful to sail a ship for ten thousand years! One misstep will become a thousand years of hatred!" Ji Mingyuan said silently in his heart.

Walking towards Ye Tianwan, Ji Mingyuan lowered his head and pondered, thinking about what to eat tonight.

Ye Tianwan looked at Ji Mingyuan and smiled happily, very pleased.

"That little Mingyuan, who can be timid and shy when talking to strangers, has grown up. Ye Tianwan smiled at her aunt and said gently.

"Be careful!" suddenly Ye Tianwan exclaimed.

"Die!" Zhao Tingsheng got up with a sinister and vicious face, holding his abdomen and roaring in a low voice.

With a long sword in hand, he rushed over with a fierce step. The long sword was straight, and the sword was pointed at Ji Mingyuan's chest, and his sword body was wrapped with a dark mist like ink, and a blood-light spirit pattern appeared in it. The spirit pattern is an ancient and mysterious ancient text, which is difficult to distinguish. This represents great power, exuding a dark, bleak aura with a blood glow.

Ji Mingyuan comprehended his heart, his figure was like smoke, and his shadow flickered.

"Poof!!"

Zhao Tingsheng passed by Ji Mingyuan, Ji Mingyuan pointed to the ground on his toes, floated down, and covered his right hand and shoulder on the side!

"Hiss......" Ji Mingyuan gasped.

"I'm evil and vicious!I can't stay here!" Ji Mingyuan said coldly, frowning, staring at Zhao Tingsheng!

Ji Mingyuan could feel that the wound on his shoulder was shallow, just tearing his clothes and making a small cut, and a trace of blood flowed, but just like that, he could feel the sharp sting like a pinprick. The wound was glowing with red light and black smoke, and the faint sword qi seemed to strangle in the wound, destroying everything, making people's scalps numb and in unbearable pain.

"Goo-Goo......

Ji Mingyuan saw Zhao Tingsheng's posture shaking, took out a jade bottle, opened it and poured it into his mouth.

"Poured medicine?" Ji Mingyuan was surprised, but he still ignored it, and used his spiritual power to refine the strange sword qi energy of the wound with his heart.

"Hahahaha...... Stinky boy, do you really think you've won? Today I will definitely break your body into thousands of pieces, crush your bones and scatter ashes! Hahaha......" Zhao Tingsheng was laughing wildly, his voice became more and more poignant, cold, as if he was an evil ghost from the abyss seeking revenge, which made people's hearts tremble.

The wounds on his body were healing rapidly, the blood was no longer flowing, the swelling, and the purple wounds were fading and healing. The spirit lines on his body spread from his skin, and the blood-red spirit lines crawled onto his face, looking panicked, and the same was true on his sword. The blood-red spirit pattern spread to the sword body, entwined, intertwined, exuding a terrifying aura, that aura was slightly cold, and the wind gusted.

"He ate the Burning Sun Pill!" someone exclaimed.

"What!" the crowd was horrified.

"It's okay!" Ji Mingyuan waved his hand and didn't let Ye Tianwan come over, he wanted to face this matter by himself, not recklessly, he just wanted to see his progress, and he also had a certain amount of selfishness in it.

He had forgotten his grievances with Zhao Tingsheng, but he didn't expect him to appear again ten years later, and he was still indiscriminately targeting himself. He Zhao Tingsheng has his pride, and he Ji Mingyuan also has his own pride.

Ye Tianwan bit her silver teeth, a cold light flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she stared at Zhao Tingsheng, who was full of evil spirits, and secretly swore in her heart, "If he has three long and two short today, I will definitely make you bleed seven feet, and your head will hang high on the city wall!"

"Bang!"

Zhao Tingsheng trampled on it, and the bluestone bricks on the ground instantly shattered, and the combat boots were sunk in them, which was magnificent and majestic.

"Lieyang Pill, the beauty of its name is Lieyang Pill, in fact, it is to burn his own essence and blood, and abandon his own forbidden pill! He is now recovering his spiritual power, his injuries have healed, and his cultivation has been promoted to the third level of the Spirit Pattern Realm, but after that, he will definitely leave unimaginable sequelae, not to mention that the path of cultivation is completely cut off, but it is absolutely difficult to improve, and the peak is out of reach from now on. This is completely a broken back road, reckless of the consequences, bent on burning with this young man's jade!" Li Yixuan, who was watching the play on the side, was amazed and full of interest.

"The Lieyang Pill has been taken out, and the hatred for me is so deep, am I digging your ancestral grave, or what's wrong?" Ji Mingyuan smiled helplessly, still silently refining the sword qi remaining from the wound.

Ji Mingyuan was convinced, is this Zhao Tingsheng idle in a panic? He is always looking for trouble for himself, and he has nothing to do to find a feng shui treasure for himself, wouldn't it be beautiful to prepare early? Anyway, his character will sooner or later cause public indignation, and the possibility of being beaten to death by the group is extremely great.

"Ah......" Zhao Tingsheng looked up to the sky and roared, like a tiger roaring, his whole body burst out with aura, and the wind howled, sweeping in all directions.

"Run!"

"It's a fight!"

"Crazy!"

The people watching the battle hurriedly fled, and the streets that were originally like a city were sparsely populated, leaving only the disciples of the Gu Immortal Pavilion to retreat to the distance to watch, and they had not yet left.

And they all knew that blood would be spilled today.

Zhao Tingsheng debuted thinking that he had never been so humiliated, he was beaten in front of everyone, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, coughing up blood and falling to the ground, and today he will not give up even if he is chased to the ends of the earth.

Zhao Tingsheng entered a state of madness, bloodshot like pupils, bloodthirsty attacks, and the wind emitted slaps on people, making people feel painful, and it is very likely to be affected if you watch it again.

It's good to watch the play, it's a bit worth the loss if you lose your life, a bunch of people scattered, leaving only Li Yixuan with his hands on his chest nearby, Li Yixuan who watched the play, Ye Tianwan with a gloomy face, and Zi Xun who smiled calmly and had nothing to do with himself.

"It's sad and lamentable!" Ji Mingyuan smiled lightly.

"Is this your last word?" Zhao Tingsheng's breath was vigorous, reaching its peak, magnificent, the blood-colored spirit lines on his face were shining, and he sneered at Ji Mingyuan strolling over, pressing step by step, trampling and shattering the bluestone bricks on the ground with every step.

"You are also from a famous family, blessed with a blessed family, and a powerful father. If you can meditate and cultivate your temperament and cultivate hard, you will definitely become a strong person of a generation, but unfortunately your bad mind is outrageous. Regard life as grass mustard, regard all things as ants, trample on them recklessly, hurt the peace of the heavens, and will definitely not die well!" Ji Mingyuan said in a clear and elegant voice.

That's true. Ji Mingyuan admitted that Zhao Tingsheng has extraordinary talents, a strong background, and the resources he has make many people daunted and dare not think about it. If it is really a meditation cultivation, it is definitely a promising future, but it is a pity that the personality is too domineering, there is no one in sight, and it is arrogant.

As the saying goes, there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world, so even if you are not defeated by yourself today, you will be defeated by others sooner or later, which is inevitable. His character is bound to provoke the displeasure of many people, and it is normal to fight against him, and to want to triumph all the way to enlightenment and be undefeated in his life?

"Hahaha...... The weak can only speak. If you become a king or lose, only those who survive are qualified to say!" Zhao Tingsheng sneered, not caring about Ji Mingyuan's words. He is the most confident and never pities the weak, which is one of the reasons why he had no mercy and indifferently slaughtered thousands of captives in the first place!

Zhao Tingsheng pressed forward step by step, less than two feet away from Ji Mingyuan, snorted coldly, stomped on the ground, and rushed to kill, full of anger.

"It's coming!" Ji Mingyuan said with a solemn face.

The bloody sword spirit pattern is dense, the blood light is bright, and the sword body is surrounded by black mist, like the resentment of ghosts, dark and cold, and the breath is terrifying.

With a sweep of the sword, the bloody sword drew an arc of blood!

"Poof!"

"This is ......," Ji Mingyuan said in shock!

He had already closed his stomach and retreated, but he was still injured. Before the blade could touch it, it tore Ji Mingyuan's clothes, and where the blood light touched, all of them were torn, and a stream of blood splashed out.

Ji Mingyuan jumped back and looked at Zhao Tingsheng vigilantly.

"Oh, the body is good, but only this bloody mouth is cut!" Zhao Tingsheng sneered, but he didn't care, he thought that this sword could cut out Ji Mingyuan's intestines, but he didn't expect to be avoided by him, and the sword qi didn't completely cut his stomach, if it was someone else, he would have already been disemboweled, but he didn't expect this little beggar's body to be quite tough, Zhao Tingsheng was surprised.

"Boom !!"

There was a roar, the rubble splashed, and Zhao Tingsheng rushed with a bloody sword in his hand, and he was angry.

Blood splashed everywhere, waving arcs of blood, Ji Mingyuan's toes touched the ground, his figure was like a ghost shadow fluttering, shaking, and his body was rippling with spiritual power like smoke and mist.

The figures of the two alternated, flying sand and stones, blood and light intertwined, and muffled sounds from time to time.

"I want your life!" Zhao Tingsheng roared angrily, and the long sword in his hand slashed towards Ji Mingyuan.

"I want your sister!" Ji Mingyuan cursed, beating him so aggrieved that he couldn't help but scold.

The sound of the long sword breaking through the sky sounded in his ears, the sword wind was whistling, Ji Mingyuan was quickly dodging the attack like a storm, and several times he wanted to make a move, he was cut off, and he was almost cut off by the waist, and his hands were cut off.

The clothes were torn inch by inch, and the white clothes were cut to rags, and blood was splashed.

"I'll go to your second uncle!" Ji Mingyuan cursed, Zhao Tingsheng's offensive was too fierce, he wanted to fight back but he had more than enough strength, just dodging was already very difficult.

The figure was ethereal, shaking, dodging the throat-sealing sword, jumping behind him, and then jumping to the tall attic behind him, stepping on the rubble and jumping onto the roof, as light as a swallow.

"Monkey!" Zhao Tingsheng's eyes were bloodshot and murderous. Ji Mingyuan's body style is too elegant, almost weird, difficult to figure out, and difficult to hit the vital point. With this gradually disappearing, the medicinal effect of his Lieyang Pill will be exhausted sooner or later, and when he falls, he will be powerless and slaughtered by others.

With a bang, Zhao Tingsheng jumped up, shattered the roof tiles in the attic, jumped to the opposite side, and looked at Ji Mingyuan.

The two stood on top of the three-story attic, staring at each other on the roof.

"Suffer death! You are just dying like this!" Zhao Tingsheng said coldly, his breath was slowly rising, his state was adjusting to the peak, his eyes became blood-red, and he was ready to fight quickly, and the next step was to kill.

"Hey, boy!" shouted.

"Huh?" Ji Mingyuan looked at it when he heard it, and when he turned his head, he saw a long thing smashing over.

Ji Mingyuan stretched out his hand and took it, and put it in front of him.

"This is?" Ji Mingyuan was surprised, looking puzzled.

Ji Mingyuan held a long sword in front of him, the blue hilt was full of silver lines, smooth like water, and carefully carved! The scabbard was full of sterling silver, and a silver wire extended to the blade under the hilt, straight and slender, slender as silk!

There was no need to unsheath it, Ji Mingyuan knew that this was a good sword. Pure and elegant, like the wind and clouds, making people comfortable. Holding it in the palm of your hand, you can feel the cool breath of the sword, like green willows in summer and clear springs in the mountains.

There was a pale blue aura flowing from the sword's body, like a clear stream.

Ji Mingyuan looked over suspiciously, and saw Li Yixuan said with a smile, "Lend it to you, don't lose!"

"Thank you very much!" Ji Mingyuan smiled and saluted with his sword in both hands.

Li Yixuan waved his hand to signal that he didn't have to be polite.

"Cut! In vain, you still want to be on the streets like this today!" Zhao Tingsheng said coldly, but he still glared at Li Yixuan viciously.

Li Yixuan noticed his gaze and waved to him without mind, looking very familiar, so angry that Zhao Tingsheng frowned and gritted his teeth!

"Qiang !!"

The long sword is unsheathed, and the cold light shines in the sky......