The sky is high and the clouds are light.

On the top of a cliff near the river, slowly climb a free and easy figure. He looked very young, but there was a hint of wind and frost on his eyebrows and face, and the plain green sermon robe on his body was torn, revealing a strong upper body. On the faintly radiant skin, there were several criss-crossing new scars. Except for a black iron rod behind his back, he can be said to have nothing.

Despite this, he smiled as before, with a sunny face, like a treasure in his chest.

Under the precipice, the Yangtze River rolls, and the mighty east goes.

It is already the boundary of Jiangnan West Road.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked into the distance, his gaze crossed the surface of the mist-shrouded river, and he didn't know where he fell. At this moment, is his mind fierce and fierce, swallowing mountains and rivers, or is it sad and desolate? Even he himself is not good, what kind of feeling is this, there always seems to be joy in his heart that should not exist, which makes him want to laugh out loud. But when you think about it, is that joy?

If so, why did his eyes become moist and blurry?

"Ji Ruochen, Ji Ruochen, there are still so many things to do, what's wrong with you?" he sighed in his heart.

At this time, there was a shout from behind him, which gently shattered his inexplicable thoughts: "That kid, what family and what faction is from, quickly recruit from the truth!"

This is not the first time this has happened, and it doesn't look like it will be the last. Ji Ruochen half-turned around, did not look behind him, but raised his head slightly to look at the highest part of the cliff. There was a tall wooden pole erected there, and a corpse was carried on the pole, and judging by the color mark on the body, it was a disciple of the Daode Sect.

The corpse's face was blue-gray, his eyes were still open, and his face was still very young, not a few years older than Ji Ruochen. A thick linen rope was put around his neck, and he hung in the air.

, occasionally a gust of river wind swept by, and would blow him to sway with the wind.

Ji Ruochen stared at the corpse for a while, then slowly turned around and looked at the more than ten cultivators of different colors standing not far away. In the center, there is a white-eyed old man, holding seven treasures and jade ruyi, his eyes are lowered, and his Taoism is very profound. The rest of the people are much worse than this old Dao's cultivation, and most of them are even inferior to Ji Ruochen. And these humane magic weapons are very messy, I can't tell what sect or sect they come from, I think they are all disciples of some small sects. These people have cultivated since childhood, and after cultivating for thirty or forty years, they are not as good as Ji Ruochen, who has only cultivated for a few years, and this is the difference between the Daode Sect and the nameless sect.

Of course, Ji Ruochen would not sigh about this, some of his pupils were only the old man in the center. This old Taoist is calm and restrained, and he is not a character that Ji Ruochen can match. Although the old Taoist is high, Ji Ruochen's spiritual sense is also extraordinary, and he has long distinguished that he was born from the True Martial Arts Temple, and he should have a lot of status in the Guan.

When Ji Ruochen was looking at Lao Dao with his god, Lao Dao suddenly raised his eyebrows, and Xu said: "Where is the poor Dao, Xiaoyou is from the Daode Sect?"

Ji Ruochen's expression did not change, and the more than ten cultivators beside the old Dao immediately shouted loudly, scattered in all directions, occupied their positions respectively, and prepared for the fight. There are three or five cultivators in this group who are higher than Ji Ruochen, and they are more powerful than others, they should never be afraid of such a weak-crowned young man, but somehow, they just can't help but be creepy, and subconsciously put on a posture of facing the strongest opponent. If this matter spreads, it will also be a laughing stock.

Ji Ruochen didn't seem to see these cultivators at all, he just pointed to the corpse that was still swaying in the wind, and said in a deep voice: "This matter is what the Immortal Chief should do?"

He Shifang shook his head and sighed, "This matter is not ...... Alas, forget it, the poor Daoshi does not want to be like this. ”

Ji Ruochen raised his eyebrows and said: "The avenues are different and the road leads to the same end, and the cultivators in the world are all people on the same road. It's just that you hurt people's lives, so why do you have to destroy people's legal bodies? Does Zhenwuguan think like this to be the best in the world? If you do this, even if you become the best in the world, aren't you afraid of God's punishment?"

He Shifang let out a long sigh and said, "Compared with my True Martial Arts, Daode Sect deserves to be punished by heaven. ”

A fat man next to him had already been agitated by the invisible atmosphere in the field, and he couldn't bear it anymore at the moment, and shouted: "Old Immortal He is still talking to this little demon Dao, and I'll go get him down!" Before the words fell, a pair of cooked copper sticks in his hand struck each other, jumped up, and attacked Ji Ruochen from the side.

The big man brought a vicious wind with a step, and two red rays lit up at the tip of the cooked copper stick, adding to the majesty. As soon as he rushed like this, the three or four cultivators behind him immediately cheered, and it seemed that they should be the disciples of this big man.

When the big man heard this cheer, his spirit increased, his tongue bloomed with spring thunder, and he shouted violently, and the whole body of the cooked copper rod glowed red!

When Ji Ruochen was still ten zhang away, Dahan saw that he had something out of nothing between his fingers, and there was an extra charm. Dahan actually has a lot of real kung fu, and his eyesight is not bad, and he can see that the spell is just Zhang Dingjia's mountain opening talisman. Although he was quite shocked that Ji Ruochen had created a Dao method out of nothing, the Ding Jia Mountain Opening Talisman was the Ding Jia Mountain Opening Talisman, and its use was just to enhance his strength. This big man is known for his divine power, and it is okay to raise two or three thousand catties at leisure, looking at Ji Ruochen's weak appearance, even if he uses the Ding Jia Mountain Opening Talisman, how many catties of strength can he have?

When Ji Ruochen took off the black and heavy iron rod on his back, and lightly pointed at the stick, the big man smiled even more, and sealed the iron rod with two sticks, and first broke the iron rod with his heart, and then shattered Ji Ruochen's arm bones with his remaining strength, but it had to be just right, not to hurt his sternum, so that he could show his ability and show his face in front of the old immortal of Zhenwuguan.

When he was full of wishful thinking, the double copper rods met Ji Ruochen's black iron rods. Before the three sticks intersected, the big man suddenly found that the copper rod in his hand was bent backwards on its own, as if he was afraid of the inconspicuous black iron rod!

The big man looked shocked, and carried the life of the road to death with a copper rod, and finally blocked the way of the iron rod with a twisted one.

With a soft thud, the black iron rod passed through the copper rod without hindrance, and smacked it lightly a foot in the big man's chest, and then took it back.

The double copper rods were as if they had been tempered by fire, and they quietly softened, and they kept flowing downward. It wasn't until a drop of copper juice fell on the big man's arm and burned a small hole with a snort that he screamed in pain and threw down the copper rod that had been dissolved into scrap copper.

It didn't matter if he moved, he suddenly felt a burst of itching in his body, and the whole person lazily lost his strength, so he fell to the ground softly, collapsed into a ball, and never moved again.

This fact was too sudden, and in an instant the cultivators all fell silent, staring blankly at the strong man on the ground, at a loss for a moment.

Ji Ruochen held the iron rod and said to He Shifang: "What advice does the old immortal chief have now?"

He Shifang shook his sleeves, looked at the corpse on the ground, and then stared at Ji Ruochen's iron rod for a long time, Fang sighed: "Xiaoyou can control such a divine soldier, it is really the only time in his life. With such qualifications, why bother to disappear in this catastrophe? Xiaoyou went to Zhenwuguan Qing to cultivate with the poor Dao, and left after three years. This matter can be guaranteed by the Tao Fruit. ”

As soon as He Shifang's words came out, the cultivator's face immediately changed, but because of He Shifang's might, no one dared to say a word. "Thank you Immortal Chang for your good intentions!" Ji Ruochen's voice fell, and the iron rod was waved and smashed down on He Shifang's head!

This stick castration is slow, the stick momentum is mediocre, and there are no more colorful treasures that should appear on the stick. As soon as this stick came out, the cultivators on all sides were puzzled and disdainful, but He Shifang looked solemn, shook out a brocade cloth bag from his sleeve, and shook it in the wind, and the palm-sized cloth bag immediately turned into a three-foot square bag, heading towards the iron rod cover.

Ji Ruochen's stick is as slow as an old cow trailer, and He Shifang's cloth bag is also like a snail, just a few random exercises on the street, and the skills are several times faster than this, which is like a man of the Tao fighting the law?

The cultivator next to him immediately felt that he had an opportunity, and he roared again and again, some of them rushed up with the magic weapon of the sword, and some of them retreated and controlled the mantra, and for a while, the fairy music was bursting, and the colorful light was swirling, which was much better than the scene of Ji He and the others.

Ji Ruochen originally lowered his head and looked listless, but at this time, his eyes suddenly opened, he snorted, and his right hand holding the iron rod shook, and the iron rod went out to sea like a black dragon, making a low groan, and the castration went from slow to fast, and accelerated towards He Shifang. As soon as the iron rod moved, a layer of black ripples that were so faint that they were almost invisible was immediately released around the rod, rippling in all directions like water waves.

When He Shifang saw the water waves, he was immediately shocked and raised his white eyebrows high, and shouted: "Little friend, don't go on a killing spree!"

However, Ji Ruochen's hair was flying, his eyes were as transparent, and he could faintly see the blue flames hidden behind his pupils. His right hand was like a rock, and he pushed the iron rod forward firmly!

The invisible ripples in the air seemed to be very slow, but in an instant, they had already overflowed the group of cultivators, and the people who were originally standing on the ground floated up from the ground one by one, and those who were flying in the air found that their bodies were no longer under their control, and they kept floating back and forth, left and right. However, the worst thing is that I will not go back with you. ”

Seeing that the iron rod was shot down on the head again, He Shifang shook his sleeves and shook out a brocade bag.

Another muffled thunder sounded, He Shifang's brocade bag shattered, and blood overflowed from his mouth, leaving a little red on the snow-white long beard.

Ji Ruochen still stood still.

He Shifang took a breath, and saw Ji Ruochen walking up with a stick again, and then his big sleeves shook, and he took out a brocade bag. There seems to be an infinite world in his sleeve, and he doesn't know how many brocade bags he still hides.

Ji Ruochen only felt that the iron rod in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, and he had to hold it with both hands so that it would not fall to the ground. The two sticks that he swung at the right time had really exhausted the true essence of his whole body, and at this time he just wanted to sleep, and he didn't even want to take one more step. Seeing that He Shifang's brocade bag was getting bigger and bigger, under the hood on him, he wanted to fight back, but the Dinghaishen needle iron in his hand was heavier than Mount Tai, and he couldn't lift it again. Part of their bodies was forward, part of them were backwards, their heads turned to the left, their shoulders to the right, and their whole bodies were twisted into strange postures, as if they had no bones, which was indescribably strange and terrifying. When these cultivators saw the appearance of their companions, they all looked incredulous. In the blink of an eye, they will realize that they will be like everyone else, and they will be terrified!

He Shifang's brocade bag shook and covered most of the iron rods in it!

The brocade bag swelled up instantly, as if it had been blown up. Then there was a loud bang, and the brocade bag had exploded into rags!

He Shifang suddenly surged with a bright red, snorted, flew out more than ten zhang upside down, and almost sat on the ground. Ji Ruochen only took a step back, and his face turned snow-white.

The cultivators floating in the air fell to the ground one after another, and as soon as they landed, they immediately collapsed into a mass of flesh and blood, and they couldn't even see their original faces clearly, and it seemed that the bones of their bodies were shattered!

He Shifang sighed, couldn't bear to look at these cultivators, and said, "Do evil, do evil!

Ji Ruochen smiled indifferently and said, "I already have a lot of lives on my hands, more and less, all the same." ”

"But these are more than a dozen lives, how can you bear it?!" He Shifang said with disgust.

Ji Ruochen pointed to the corpse hanging on the high pole and said, "Take these miscellaneous cultivators to give me a disciple of the Daode Sect to resist his life, I'm afraid it won't be enough." ”

He Shifang snorted and said, "Don't think that if you have a divine weapon in your hand, you will be able to dominate the world from now on! Today, even if you fight for this life, you will be brought back to the True Martial Arts Temple, lest you create another murder in the future!"

Ji Ruochen smiled slightly and said, "I'm the same, even if I give up this."

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