I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

Ji Mingwu had a faint premonition in his heart. After hearing this answer, his pupils couldn't help shrinking.

Judging from the aura of this person in front of him that is similar to or even superior to that of his master, he should indeed be the master of Jinxiu Sect, one of the three great masters in the world today!

The realm of the master is the highest realm of martial arts that all martial arts people dream of. It is the ultimate level that breaks through the peak of the human body and incorporates the way of nature into oneself.

It's just that throughout the ages, there are only a handful of masters who have broken through the realm of masters. Today, there are three great masters in the world, and the lofty status of the last three masters has been easily established. Even the imperial court dare not easily target them.

Compared with ordinary Jianghu people, Ji Mingwu has a deeper understanding of the master of the Jinxiu Gate—Shen Kunxiao, the master of Jianzong, once said to his three disciples that he had a battle with the master of the Jinxiu Gate, and he could It is obvious that the strength of the master of Jinxiu Sect is completely surpassed by him and the sect master of Qizong.

Now Jianzong and Qizong are able to maintain a rivalry with Jinxiumen, not because of their own suzerain and the master of Jinxiumen being evenly matched, but because Jianzong and Qizong are connected with each other, combining the strength of the two masters!

It is no exaggeration to say that the master of the Jinxiu Sect, whose real identity is unknown, is the number one expert in the world today!

It is said that he stays in the capital all year round, guarding the safety of the capital and the emperor, and never leaves the capital easily. How could he suddenly appear here? !

——Is it to exterminate myself, or...

Ji Mingwu's eyes darkened slightly.

Only masters of the same level can fight against masters.

Even though Ji Mingwu has now touched Longmen and is honored as "half-step master" by the people of the rivers and lakes, the gap between whether he has the prefix "half-step" can be said to be a world of difference!

In today's Qingzhou City, only Ji Mingwu and Hua Chongyu in the virtual world can enter the eyes of the master of Jinxiumen.

And Hua Chongyu didn't have to think about it at all, he would never fight against the master of the Jinxiu Sect who represented the highest combat power of the imperial court for them.

Ji Mingwu breathed out lightly, suppressing all kinds of fleeting thoughts, immersed all his mind on the enemy in front of him, took a small step forward, his eyes were calm and sharp.

——No matter how big the gap in strength is, he will never back down!

The master of the Jinxiu Sect had indifferent eyes. When he saw Ji Mingwu's right hand that was still leaning on a cane, an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes: "Your poison has not been cured."

Ji Mingwu didn't answer, just stood in front of Yan Moji, and instantly entered a state of ecstasy.

Yan Moji felt the state of concentration that could infect the surroundings from Ji Mingwu again.

Ji Mingwu slightly exerted his right hand holding the crutch, and the crutch that Yan Moji remembered that Brother Wu would never leave his body for a moment and often unconsciously caressed suddenly burst open!

Pieces of sawdust shattered, and a cold light flashed from Ji Mingwu's hand. The slender, sharp, mirror-like sword body reflected the cold light under the bright moon.

One heart sword!

When Yan Moji knew that Ji Mingwu was the "One Heart Sword" Ji Jueyan, he was a little curious. Since he has won the title of "One Heart Sword", Brother Wu should have a sword, right?

But in Yan Moji's impression, Brother Wu usually uses carving knives and kitchen knives the most, and he has never seen any scabbards at home. Even facing the hall master of the imaginary scene of Jinxiumen, Ji Mingwu almost hit him with his bare hands. .

He thought Brother Wu got this title only because he was a disciple of the Sword Sect, or that the sword he relied on for his livelihood had been destroyed in the battle of Changyan Mountain.

——Unexpectedly, that sword was hidden in Brother Wu's crutch all this time?

Yan Moji gritted his teeth, knowing that the situation in front of him might be the worst ever, maybe both he and Brother Wu would be buried in this alley today!

He forced himself to calm down, analyzed it quickly in his mind, and thought about what he could do now.

In the end, Yan Moji discovered that at his level, not to distract Ji Mingwu and hold him back is the greatest help he can exert!

He pursed his lower lip, gave Ji Mingwu a firm look, and backed away slowly step by step.

...

At this moment, facing an unprecedented enemy, Ji Mingwu finally took out the Yixin sword that he personally forged after entering the Sword Sect and sharpened little by little.

After the Battle of Changyan Mountain, his mood was destroyed, he was at a loss, and lost the meaning of martial arts.If Senior Brother Yan didn't think he was wrong and specifically asked him to help find and take care of his missing younger brother, he might have abandoned his sword and abandoned his weapon and had no hope of recovery.

Jianzong is one of the top three sects, even if Yan Mojian has no time to fuck, how can he not be able to find someone to find his younger brother, and need to ask his junior brother to hide his identity and take care of him personally?After finding the person, why not let him take him back to Jianzong, the safest place?

It was all because he was afraid that Ji Mingwu would be overwhelmed, and he would find something for Ji Mingwu to do.

At that time, Ji Mingwu once thought that he might not be able to raise his single-minded sword as before in this life.

But now, Ji Mingwu has touched Longmen, rediscovered the meaning of martial arts, and even has a more cherished person and a broader wish!

There is no trace of haze on his sword, only determination and perseverance to move forward.

He forgot the poison in his body, the best martial arts of the man in front of him, his own identity, and only one clear thought remained in his heart.

——Sword!

The master of the Jinxiu Gate was still standing there with an aura like an abyss, looking at Ji Mingwu's black eyes that were gradually concentrating on the only one, a hint of surprise finally flashed in his eyes.

Afterwards, Ji Mingwu slashed over with a sword.

...

After Yan Moji took a few steps back, he saw Ji Mingwu fighting with the master of Jinxiumen.

He didn't have martial arts, so he couldn't see their movements clearly. Only the occasional cold light let him know that the two people who were almost at the top of the rivers and lakes were fighting to the death.

But Yan Moji also knew very well that his martial brother's level was not as good as that of the master of Jinxiu Sect, and he was also plagued by poison, so the possibility of victory was very slim.

And... He was just a few steps away, but he didn't feel the aura that would make the first-class masters in the world vomit blood. Whether it was Ji Mingwu or the master of the Jinxiu Sect, they seemed to deliberately avoid the aura hitting him.

Even if the owner of the Jinxiu Gate wanted to spare his life for the sake of the royal family, how could he control it so carefully so that he would not be affected?

——Brother Wu probably spent his mind and energy to stop it!

Yan Moji backed away, anxious at the same time.

——Now in Qingzhou City, who can help them?

The only virtual movement master is Hua Chongyu, who is almost on the same side as the master of Jinxiu Sect.

Yan Moji gritted his teeth and prepared to run towards Qingzhou Academy.

——Death or life, always try!

——Even if Hua Chongyu refuses to help, it's better than staying here by himself, and brother Wu has to pay special attention to himself!If there is only Brother Wu, even if he can't beat the master master, it shouldn't be a problem to escape, right?

Yan Moji had just taken two steps, when suddenly a familiar black-clothed boy appeared in front of him, but he looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with an indifferent expression, and his body smelled like wine mixed with blood.

The young man looked at Yan Moji, a smile suddenly appeared on his indifferent face, and he waved the long sword lightly in his hand: "Second Master Yan, if you leave now, Ji Jueyan will definitely die at the door of the sect master, do you have the heart? "

Yan Moji's pupils shrank slightly, and he understood a lot in an instant.

He controlled his slightly trembling hands and forced himself to calm down not to yell, but there was still a trace of coldness unconsciously in his voice: "Are you here for me?"

The young man smiled slightly: "Naturally, Qu Quji is absolute, how can the head of the sect condescend to come in person?"

——Is he worthy?

Yan Moji's heart was filled with emotions of anger, hatred, and despair, and those emotions brewed a roaring beast in his heart, making him want to curse at this young man.

But in the end, he just uttered a few words: "I'll go with you, can you let Brother Wu go?"

"This is up to the sect master to decide. But I can be sure, if the second young master leaves now..." A trace of pity flashed in the young man's eyes, "Ji Jueyan will definitely die."

...

When Yan Moji returned to the battlefield, he found that the battle was over.

Nothing unexpected happened. Ji Mingwu leaned on the sword, his clothes were torn, blood was on the corner of his lips, his right hand and the sword he was holding were covered with blood, half leaning against the wall, panting slightly, only the expression in his eyes Still as firm as ever.

On the contrary, it was the master of Jinxiu Gate, standing not far away, the expression in his eyes had changed from indifferent at the beginning to infinite murderous intent.

He stretched out his fingers, and lightly touched his left shoulder, feeling the stabbing pain there, and then spread his hand, which was already full of bright red.

The master of the Jinxiu Gate looked slightly cold, looked at Ji Jueyan's unflinching eyes, was silent for a while, and then said: "This is the state of concentration that Shen Kunxiao has explored? I have underestimated you—— Since the seat broke through, you are the only one who has hurt this seat."

Ji Jueyan didn't answer, he just looked at Yan Moji who was kidnapped by the boy in black, and was slightly absent-minded.

Yan Moji looked at Ji Mingwu's never-before-seen embarrassment, felt a pain in his heart, bit his lower lip, tried to calm himself down, and looked at the master of Jinxiu Sect who was exuding coldness: "I and you Let's go, let Brother Wu go."

The master of the Jinxiu Gate glanced at him, seemed a little surprised, and suddenly chuckled: "Second Young Master is a lover."

The tone was ambiguous, neither agreed nor refused.

Yan Moji gritted his teeth, and wanted to say a few more words, when he suddenly heard Ji Mingwu's hoarse voice: "Wait a minute."

The master of Jinxiu Gate glanced at him.

Ji Mingwu raised his head, his eyes were unstoppable, and he stared at the master of Jinxiu Sect: "I heard that the master's childish heart is poisonous, and he will become stronger when he is strong?"

The master of the Jinxiu Gate didn't change his expression, he just looked at him indifferently.

Ji Mingwu tightened his grip on the hilt of Yixinjian, and his voice was hoarse and calm: "I don't know that the master of the sect is No. 1 in the world, but what will happen if he is poisoned by Ruxin?"

The boy in black looked at him in surprise, suspecting that Ji Jueyan had been beaten in the head by the head of his family.

——The poison of Ruxin comes from the hand of the sect master, who can poison the sect master, the number one expert in the world?

As soon as this idea emerged, I heard the faint voice of the master of Jinxiu Sect: "Even if I have a wish for Ruxin now, it is more than enough to kill you."

Ji Mingwu clenched the hilt of his sword in silence.

In the battle just now, he quietly cut his palm, letting his own blood soaked in the poison of childlike heart flow to the sword, and then desperately paid the price of serious injury, finally hurting the master of Jinxiu Sect.

If Ruxin is really able to threaten the masters and masters as he guessed, then the master of the Jinxiu Sect must not be spared!If Ah Ji leaves, at least I can fight him to the death!

But at present, it seems that the master of the Jinxiu Gate still has combat power?

——Is it because Ruxin's threat to Grandmaster has been greatly reduced, or is it that the master of the Jinxiu Gate has an antidote for Ruxin?

Ji Mingwu gritted his teeth, held his sword, took a breath, and prepared to stand up again.

——He must never let Ah Ji be taken away!

It's just that he was injured too badly, and now he barely fell down with Yixinjian's support, and it was even more difficult to stand up again.

Yan Moji looked at Ji Mingwu struggling to get up, feeling extremely sore in his heart, bit his lower lip hard, used the pain to wake himself up, and looked at the master of Jinxiu Sect: "Master, although I don't know that your sect is going to take me What to do, but if I want to die, it must be inconvenient for the sect master?"

Ji Mingwu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted in a low voice, "Aji!"

The master of the Jinxiu Gate pondered for a moment, and finally seemed to be persuaded, nodded: "Then ask the second son to follow."

Yan Moji walked up to Ji Mingwu, met Ji Mingwu's anxious and sad eyes, lowered his head slightly, kissed Ji Mingwu's lips suddenly, and said in a low voice, "Brother Wu, don't worry, I'll wait for you to save me."

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