Ji Longjun resisted the urge to shout, his eyes were pierced by the oncoming wind, but he didn't dare to close it, he could only hold the wood tighter.

There was a huge sound of wind in his ears, and Ji Longjun couldn't hear anything except the whirring wind, his cheeks were pressed against the wood, and he didn't even dare to look back.

Ji Longjun just rushed into the air with the wood like an arrow from the string, left the iron pot that burned his buttocks, flew in the sky for a while, and then plunged to the ground.

"Oh my God, he's shooting me like an arrow! God forbid, don't throw me to death!"

The wood arced through the air and slammed into the roof of a low barracks.

Ji Wanfeng laughed loudly, attracting the attention of all the black-clothed warriors around him.

"Look, there's someone on the roof!" shouted a samurai.

"Surround the house! If you find the arsonist, don't let him escape!"

"Shoot him!"

Ji Wanfeng laughed wildly a few times, kicked his legs together, and kicked the roof tiles away.

With his strength and the tremendous inertia of flying straight down, the tiles smashed into the black-clothed samurai who were surrounding the storeroom.

The fire is almost breaking through the roof, and it won't be long before the entire building will be engulfed! Rao is Ji Wanfeng is full of internal strength, and he can't hold on at this moment, he kicked dozens of broken tiles to the ground again, and then his body rose into the air and slammed towards the ground......

......

Ji Longjun lay motionless on the roof of the barracks.

After a while, I don't know if he woke up in pain or was woken up by the shouting of Ji Wanfeng in the distance, Ji Longjun slowly raised his head and sat up.

"Oops...... I'm afraid this man isn't crazy, is he?"

Ji Longjun rubbed his neck, it hurt terribly.

If Ji Longjun hadn't kicked the wood at the last moment and hedged it with the reaction force, I don't know what this huge impact force would have hurt him.

"Kill......! Kill......!"

The sound of shouting and killing in the distance made Ji Longjun more sober.

He looked back and saw that countless black-clothed warriors were surrounding a person around the skyrocketing fire, but the person was like a ghost, so fast that only the afterimage remained, and he slammed left and right, injuring several people, and no one could catch him.

Uncle Ji also rushed down. ”

Ji Longjun said secretly: "What's wrong now, although I am a righteous person, but if I rush back again, not only will I not be able to save my uncle, I'm afraid I will have to drag him down......"

Ji Longjun looked at the piece of wood that was deeply inserted into the beam of the room, leaving only a small piece of exposed outside, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat: "Is this still a human being? ”

The four huge warehouses were burning, Ji Wanfeng rushed back and forth in the crowd, and almost all the samurai stationed in the entire barracks were attracted to it.

Some are fighting fires, some are besieging and killing arsonists, but there is no one on this side of the barracks.

Ji Longjun rolled down from the barracks and ran quickly, and ran to the huge flagpole in front of the playground in one breath.

The flagpole is made of a whole tree of water, which is thin, long, straight and familiar.

Ji Longjun raised his foot and kicked the fir a few times, and the fir shook but stood firm.

"Grandma's, so sturdy?"

Ji Longjun wiped a handful of sweat on his head, crawled to the top of the metasequoia like a monkey, took out the flint and carefully hit the sparks against the wind, and set the huge red flag on fire with a wicked smile.

"Look, the battle flag is on fire!

"Quick, there are still enemies on the other side of the battle flag!

"Catch him......

The flaming battle flag finally played its rightful role, and it became an exhilarating and furious banner, which brought light by burning itself, and pointed out the direction of the charge to many of the warriors of the Strange City.

Ji Longjun quickly slid to the ground, took out the iron sword from his back waist and swung his arm at Metasequoia and slashed!

He didn't look at the large number of warriors who had already swarmed in, he just gritted his teeth and slashed, and actually cut off the extremely hard metasequoia in one go!

Ji Longjun straightened his waist and blew lightly on the iron sword: "Good guy, it is worthy of being made of black iron!

"Catch him!

The shouts were already close in front of him, Ji Longjun spat fiercely on the ground, looked at the warriors and scolded in a low voice: "Happy New Year, dog thieves!"

After saying that, Ji Longjun hurriedly thrust the iron sword back into his waist, rushed to the entrance of the military camp at the fastest speed in his life, crossed the huge stone tablet engraved with "Martial Arts Field", and quickly disappeared into the darkness......

......

At the same time that Ji Longjun was making a big fuss about the martial arts field, in the deepest part of the ruins of the Qicheng Imperial Palace, in a large-scale palace.

The palace is not as dilapidated as the outer ruins, on the contrary, it is very well preserved.

The palace was in the darkness of the night, and from a distance it looked like a ghost town with no people, and only when you got close could you realize that the palace was surrounded by black-clad and black-armored patrol warriors.

Inside the palace, a large bar made of fine rosewood sits in the center. Around the case, ten middle-aged people with serious expressions were talking about something.

Three of these people were sitting and seven were standing.

The seven people standing looked dressed like small bosses doing business, some looked like the suzerains of the Jianghu sect, and some seemed to be ordinary people with no special heads.

But almost every one of them had on their faces the extraordinary attitude of those who had been in power for a long time, and their eyes seemed to be a bottomless pool.

Especially the three people sitting behind the case, they are even more extraordinary.

Behind each of the three stood a teenager.

The one in the middle is Xiao Jun with a dignified face, and Dapeng is honestly standing on Xiao Jun's right hand.

"Xiaojun," the man in the center turned around, his voice lacked a trace of majesty and a little more kindness: "I heard that you have been running out to mess around again these days? ”

"Hey, Dad, I don't have it. In the past few days, Dapeng and I have been walking around in Qicheng to see the customs, and by the way, we have made a few friends, and there is absolutely no nonsense. ”

"Yo, you're going to make friends, the sun is coming out of the west?" said the middle-aged man.

As soon as he asked, the middle-aged people on the left and right also smiled.

"Dad, what do you say, why don't I make friends? My friends are all very good, innocent and righteous. Although the martial arts are almost good, everyone is still young, and they will eventually grow up in the future. ”

"Hehe, I see, it's better for you to grow up first and then talk about others. Xiaojun, tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, don't go out and run around honestly these two days, there are many things I need you to do. After the New Year, we will go back to Mobei, and we will not stay here for a long time. ”

"Oh, got it. Xiao Jun replied.

"Hehe, Your Royal Highness is smart and heroic, and it is a blessing that you know how to make friends all over the world at a young age and investigate the customs and customs!" said the middle-aged man sitting next to his right hand smiled.

"Uncle Zaiji, it's still your discernment, haha!" said Jun mischievously.

"Alright, alright, all regions are pretty much there. Look at you little ghosts listless, such a rare opportunity should be listened to and remembered! Dapeng, Baisha, let you stand all the time, are your legs tired?"

"Go back to Uncle, don't be tired. The two teenagers replied shyly.

"Hehe, standing motionless for so long, the breath is steady and long, the concentration is good, and the material can be made!"

The man smiled heartily, waved his hand, and said, "We have something else to talk about, so you can go down first." ”

"Yes. ”

Xiaojun hurriedly gave Dapeng and Da Baisha a look, and the three of them first retreated out of the hall in a proper manner, and then ran away, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Jun, where are you going to play?" Da Baisha shouted.

He was extremely fast, Xiao Jun rushed in front and even Dapeng had some difficulty catching up, but Da Baisha didn't even change his breath.

"Go to the Scripture Pavilion!" and check things!" Xiao Jun shouted without looking back.

"Hey, I haven't seen you for a few days, why have you changed your temperament and liked to read? Have you been infected by the stupid melon of the Dapeng bird? Xiaojun, let me tell you, if you read too many books, your brain will become stupid! I don't believe you look back at the Dapeng bird!"

Dapeng Li ignored the two of them, and just followed the two of them to a very hidden place.

Although it may seem remote, there are more samurai stationed outside the temple than in other places.

"Dapeng, the ancient book you said that day is the Xuanshu that records many founding gods during the imperial period, where is it? I think well, tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, the day after tomorrow is the New Year, I want to find an opportunity to talk to Ji Longjun well, so it is not good to keep it from him." Jun said seriously.

"Is there going to be a showdown? Didn't you say you had to get a good deal out of them. Dapeng laughed.

Entering the temple gate, there was a burst of darkness at first, and after passing through an iron door, there were rows of bookshelves filled with books of all kinds.

This is the "Pavilion of the Scriptures".

"I used to always believe in the saying, 'Since ancient times, affection can't be retained, only routines can win people's hearts', but now I don't think so. If I still have the mentality of playing routines, not only will Ji Longjun not say the evil skills as I want, but I'm afraid that in the end, I won't even have to be a friend. Maybe only by working hard with sincerity can you get the best harvest?" Xiao Jun said with a wink.

Da Bai Shaqi said: "Xiaojun, are you serious?"

"What's serious?"

"Just now in the main hall, you and the uncle of the big village said that you have recently made a few friends! I thought you were talking nonsense, after all, you have done all the good things before, everyone knows very well. ”

"I'll go, Da Baisha, I can't take off this unreliable hat on my head, right? I'm serious this time, and I really want to make a few friends. I don't believe you ask Dapeng, how many old books have I smashed out of such a cautious person!"

Xiao Jun smiled bitterly, chatted and followed Dapeng towards the depths of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

The deeper you go, the more shabby and quaint the books on the wooden shelves become, and the number of books becomes smaller and smaller. Even some of the books are no longer paper, and there are more parchment booklets on the shelves, and some ironclad tablets.

Finally, they reached a small iron door.

The iron door was closed, and there were two ancient characters on the left and right: collection.