Martial Arts Supreme Cultivation System

Chapter 150

Here, Luo Jianxun hesitated for a long time in the system space, and finally chose optional task three, but he didn't know it, because he had been immersed in the system space, but completely ignored Yang Xiuming who was talking to him.

But when Zhao Shuqi was injured, Yang Xiuming was anxious and didn't know how to explain to Zhao Mengjian. He was able to calm down and talk to Luo Jianxun, which was already a sign of his determination. However, at this moment, Luo Jianxun was immersed in in the system.

In this way, for the outside world, even though Yang Xiuming was chattering here for a long time, Luo Jianxun didn't respond at all, and he didn't even look at Yang Xiuming.
As the saying goes, a person has a face and a tree has a skin. In order to become the chief escort of the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau, Yang Xiuming did not hesitate to join the Iron Fist Sect. Isn't it just to continue to maintain his power in Jiangcheng?As a result, Luo Jianxun, a guy who looked like a nouveau riche in his eyes, forced him to say nothing, and now he didn't even look at him. This made Yang Xiuming's fragile self-esteem suddenly stabbed.

Suddenly, Yang Xiuming's eyes turned red, and he became angry and shouted, "Luo Jianxun, how dare you bully me like this? Don't think that there is anything special about you using forbidden techniques to improve your cultivation. You are not innate." You will always be a grasshopper held in the hands of the Iron Fist Sect, if you dare to injure the young head of the Iron Fist Sect today, just wait for the wrath of the Iron Fist Sect."

Luo Jianxun just came back to his senses, and before he could figure it out, he heard Yang Xiuming's roar. Hearing this, Luo Jianxun was also furious in his heart. It's uncertain whether he can keep his position as the head of the bodyguard. A lackey-like guy actually dares to yell at him.

Immediately, Luo Jianxun didn't care that today is a good day for the grand ceremony of building the village. If he didn't give Yang Xiuming a little color, he might think that he was afraid of the Iron Fist Gate. Anyway, the requirement of the main task is to destroy the Iron Fist Gate. Sooner or later, they will match up, so they will stop doing these face-saving projects.

Immediately, Luo Jianxun shouted, "Well, Yang Xiuming, because of your father's friendship with me, Luo tolerated you again and again. First you made trouble at my village building ceremony, and now you are threatening me. If I don’t teach you a good lesson today, I’m afraid people will think that there is no one in my other courtyard in Jiangcheng.”

"Don't scare me with the Iron Fist Gate. Let me tell you, don't talk about you Yang Xiuming today. Even if Zhao Mengjian is here, I'm not afraid. Sooner or later, we will have to settle with him."

"Really? I want to see how capable you are of saying that." As soon as Luo Jianxun finished speaking, he heard a loud shout from the crowd explode like a flat-bottomed thunder. The figure shot towards the high platform, and the sound of breaking through the air was like thunder.

At the same time, another figure came forward gracefully. In front of that figure, it was Ji Tonglan who came holding a folding fan and chuckled, "Brother Zhao, how are your injuries after a few months? Today is On the day of the Jiangcheng Bieyuan's grand building ceremony, you also came to ask for a glass of wine."

Everyone took a closer look and saw that the person standing in front of Ji Tonglan was a middle-aged man with strong muscles like gold and iron, and his whole body was like a rainbow. It wasn't Zhao Mengjian or anyone else.

Hearing Ji Tonglan deliberately mention the old incident of hurting himself, Zhao Mengjian's face trembled slightly, a trace of anger and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but on his face, he shouted, "Ji Tonglan, don't be proud. Last time, if I hadn't underestimated the enemy, , that’s where you will be fooled, today I’m here to see Luo Jianxun from the Jiangcheng Villa, and it has nothing to do with your Haoqing Villa, so don’t make yourself uncomfortable.”

"This is what I said, Mr. Ji was invited by Master Luo to be a guest. The master is in trouble. As a guest, I can't stand idly by. Also, don't forget, this is Jiangcheng, not your Yun. Jin Feng, as the head of the Iron Fist Sect, you are openly seeking trouble from the villa, are you not afraid that the supervisor Wu Ya will trouble you?" Ji Tonglan smiled, but his eyes were full of indifference.

Zhao Mengjian snorted coldly when he heard the words, and gave Ji Tonglan a disdainful look, "My surname is Ji, I think, you have been a running dog for the Wushu Yamen for a long time, and you have forgotten that you are a martial arts man, an innate master, right?" , The Jianwu Yamen has the rules of the Jianwu Yamen, and the rivers and lakes also have the agreement of the rivers and lakes. My nephew was injured at the hands of Jiangcheng Bieyuan, so why can't I vent my anger on my nephew?"

"That's because your nephew asked someone to compete with him. Not to mention being injured, even if he died, he was asking for it. Don't mess around." Ji Tonglan saw Zhao Mengjian's look and knew that he was determined to make things difficult for Luo Jianxun, and his expression changed. He couldn't help but sink.

"You'd better keep it as a play, and get out of the way." Zhao Mengjian gave a low voice, and was about to walk towards Luo Jianxun.

Ji Tonglan immediately stood in front of him, and opened the folding fan in his hand, "Master Zhao, don't mess around."

Zhao Mengjian looked at Ji Tonglan standing in front of him, and said coldly, "Okay, okay, since you, Ji Tonglan, insist on wading through this muddy water, don't blame someone Zhao for not giving you pride in Haoqing Villa, Master Cao, Jizhuang Lord, I'm counting on you." As he spoke, Zhao Mengjian called out to the crowd.

Hearing this, Ji Tonglan immediately looked towards the crowd, and saw a figure jumping out from the crowd with a crash. The sword flashed, and a steel knife with a cold light suddenly glowed under the sunlight. The glaring light and sharp saber aura radiated, causing the surrounding crowd to take a few steps back, unable to open their eyes because of the stabbing of the saber.

I saw that the power of this knife is really extraordinary, one knife strikes, like a tide, continuous, in one knife, there are seven or eight kinds of knife movements, and it is like seven or eight swords cut down at the same time, and it is blocked instantly. The tip of the knife was like a crane lightly tapping on the vital points of Ji Tonglan's body, and it attacked Ji Tonglan's head, throat, chest, and abdomen with such speed and power that it was staggering.

Faced with such a fierce blow, he is a congenital expert, and he may be injured if he is unprepared. Fortunately, this person's attack was not a complete sneak attack, and Ji Tonglan was still able to react. He stood upright, his heart rose to his throat in an instant, and he waved the folding fan in his hand, only to see the shadows of the fan covering his whole body. The exquisite steps among the Eight Immortals.

(End of this chapter)