Master Fu does not envy immortals

Chapter 242
Ji Cheyu raised his eyes, and calmly looked at Patriarch Youjiao opposite him: "You killed everyone in Ji's Villa just to let him fight you."

"That's right!" Ancestor Youjiao didn't feel that he had done anything wrong at all, "Most of them are mortals in that villa, and their highest cultivation is only in the foundation-building stage. These ants are only used as a thing for fun on weekdays. If they care too much, they will be a burden. How can a cultivator soar if he is too entangled in the secular world?"

He also felt that he had done a good thing.

Jiang Qiongxing was speechless.

How do others pass him?What a madman.

Ancestor Youjiao stretched out his hand: "Son, when I killed Ji Yunji, I was thinking, if there is anyone in this world who can let me have a hearty fight, it is only you in the future... Sure enough, you did not let me down, hahahaha!"

He raised his head and laughed, seemingly very happy, and said to Ji Cheyu with bright eyes: "Aren't you going to kill me? Come!"

"If you really wanted to fight me now, why did you send people to hunt me down?" Ji Cheyu asked.

If his father hadn't asked Shi Yueren to protect him before he died, he might have died under the magic weapon of the hunter.

"What?" Ancestor You Jiao frowned and denied, "I never sent anyone to chase you down."

Ji Cheyu narrowed his eyes full of murderous intent: "Do you dare to do it or not?"

Ancestor Youjiao saw that he was telling the truth, it didn't seem like he was lying, he tried hard to recall for a moment, and said: "Maybe my subordinates misunderstood what I meant and did it without telling me... Well, it's a good thing you didn't die, otherwise today's battle would be over."

Ji Cheyu smiled sarcastically: "No, I've changed my mind. If you want to fight me so much, I won't be as good as you wish."

There was a cunning light in Ancestor Youjiao's eyes: "Son, you really don't plan to do it? I don't have much time now, if I don't do it again, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to do it myself in the future."

Jiang Qiongxing looked at Ji Cheyu, and said proactively, "Brother Cheyu, if you don't want to get your hands dirty, why don't you let me do it?"

"Okay." Ji Cheyu stepped back two steps and whispered, "Catch him alive."

Ah this...

Jiang Qiongxing froze.

It was harder to capture him alive than to kill him!
Seeing her embarrassment, Ji Cheyu added: "Don't worry, I will help you."

Fine.

Jiang Qiongxing suddenly remembered a talisman he had just learned not long ago, and felt that it was not hopeless to capture the ancestor alive.

But the ancestor Youjiao on the other side was unwilling: "What do you mean, let a little girl come to kill this deity? Hehe, do you really think that this deity has no ability to resist?"

As soon as the words fell, the coercion belonging to the Nascent Soul stage erupted from his whole body, trying to suppress them by using levels.

Jiang Qiongxing raised his hand and released the magic scroll tool that Ji Cheyu gave her, the vertical scroll landscape unfolded, and the green mountains jumped out of the paper, blocking them in front of them, blocking the pressure of the other party.

Seeing this, Ancestor You Jiao took out his magic weapon—it was a huge meteor hammer. He swung the meteor hammer and smashed it heavily on the green hill in front of him, making a deafening noise.

The defensive symbols pasted on the doors and windows kept shaking.

This movement soon attracted the subordinates of Zijiu Palace outside the palace. Jiang Qiongxing heard the door behind him being slammed: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty? Are you okay!"

Unfortunately, as long as the defensive talisman is not broken, they cannot enter.

Jiang Qiongxing no longer cared about the people outside the door behind him, took out a stack of attacking talismans from the storage ring, and the goddess scattered flowers at Patriarch Youjiao.

While Patriarch Youjiao raised his hand to defend, she put away the landscape painting and replaced it with a short knife. She was about to rush over, but was stopped by Ji Cheyu.

"I'll do it." Ji Cheyu drew his sword and rushed forward.

Seeing his sword, Patriarch Youjiao's eyes lit up, he swung the meteor hammer with one hand, and brewed spells with the other.

The spell belonging to the Nascent Soul Stage has not yet been brewed, but it shows the power of instinctive fear. Jiang Qiongxing has no time to think, pulls out a talisman, and activates it.

A beam of light suddenly appeared in her palm out of nowhere—this was drawn based on the witch talisman she found in the Liang family's secret realm back then. Although it was not a perfect version, it was obviously not as powerful as the original shaman, but it was enough to make trouble at this moment.

She clenched the beam of light tightly, and waved towards the opponent's left hand, which was brewing a spell.

The unformed spell was scattered and turned into countless scattered light spots, and the beam of light continued unabated, hitting his palm heavily, emitting a burnt smell.

Feeling the pain, Patriarch Youjiao grabbed it hard.

"Bang!" The beam of light disappeared, and the talisman was shattered into pieces.

But at the same time, his meteor hammer was a beat slower, and Ji Cheyu caught a flaw, drawing a bloodstain on his chest.

Ancestor You Jiao looked at Jiang Qiongxing who was making trouble with displeasure, and his killing intent suddenly arose.

If you want to have a hearty battle, you must kill this little bug first.

Jiang Qiongxing swallowed secretly, and replaced the magic weapon with a landscape map that focused on defense.

The desire to survive is very strong.

As soon as Ji Cheyu, who was at the Jindan stage, faced the Yuanying Patriarch, he found that even if Shouyuan was near the end of his strength, he was not something he could easily deal with now.

Gotta figure out a way.

Before he could think about it, Patriarch You Jiao had already turned his gaze and attacked Jiang Qiongxing.

Facing Jiang Qiongxing, he didn't have the patience to treat the son of his old opponent, and raising his hand was a thunderous killer move.

Countless sharp metal spikes flew towards Jiang Qiongxing in unison, and they were about to tie her into a sieve.

Facing the ferocious spells of the Nascent Soul Stage, Jiang Qiongxing was agitated and subconsciously used the black lotus flower that had dealt with the ancestor Zhengxuan at that time.

The lotus flower appeared out of thin air, slowly blooming, surrounding the girl's body, devouring all spells it touched.

Spikes melt into nothingness.

Patriarch Youjiao paused, looked at Jiang Qiongxing with a little more inquiring gaze: "...is this?"

Ji Cheyu seized the opportunity and stabbed him in the back with a sword.

There was a layer of defense behind the ancestor Youjiao, and he rushed straight to Jiang Qiongxing without looking back, and reached out to grab the black lotus that looked like gold and jade without hesitation.

The body protection barrier was quickly devoured to create a hole, and the palm of Ancestor Youjiao became bloody and bloody in an instant.

However, he seemed to have encountered some new toy. Not only did he not care about his injury, but he asked Jiang Qiongxing with a pleasant face: "Is this your magic weapon, or a spell? What kind of spiritual root are you?"

Jiang Qiongxing was stunned, and subconsciously glanced at Ji Cheyu behind him.

Ji Cheyu had just been bounced away by Patriarch Youjiao's protective barrier, and now he just got up from the ground, wiped off the blood on the corners of his lips, and winked at her.

Jiang Qiongxing felt that he probably understood what he meant, and replied, "Miscellaneous spirit roots."

"What? It turned out to be a miscellaneous spirit root?" Patriarch Youjiao was shocked, "How is it possible, isn't the miscellaneous spirit root unable to use attack spells at all? Could it be that you created it yourself?"

"Miscellaneous spirit root, in ancient times it was called chaotic spirit root." Ji Cheyu said behind him.

Hearing these words, Ancestor Youjiao looked at Jiang Qixing even more shocked: "...you are the root of chaos!"

Jiang Qiongxing didn't understand why he was so excited, so he nodded blankly.

Patriarch Youjiao's old face suddenly burst into overjoyed brilliance, and he laughed loudly: "Okay! It's really my luck to meet two interesting opponents today!"

As he said that, he stretched out his hand towards Jiang Qiongxing: "Come on, let me see what skills you have!"

Jiang Qiongxing: "..."

Almost forgot, this guy is a martial idiot.

(End of this chapter)