Young man on white horse, I am in the human world, who dares to call himself an immortal?

Ji Ruofeng was in a bad mood.

Because Bai Xiaotang was known to know everything in the world.

But such an important information was missed.

He couldn't do anything about it. Not many people knew about what happened during the day.

As the saying goes, family disgrace should not be made public.

And Li Changsheng personally showed up. It was only a short day, but Ji Ruofeng knew that something was wrong.

But it was unclear what method Li Changsheng used to keep it secret for so long?

Without thinking about it, Wen Jiutian suddenly looked at Baili Dongjun: "Ajun, during this period of time, he taught you internal strength. Did he often bully you?"

"Wait." Ji Ruofeng waved his hand, "Baili Dongjun can talk nonsense, but he can't eat nonsense. Ah, this is not..."

Wen Jiutian ignored him, turned around, picked up Bu Ranchen, and jumped into the courtyard in one step: "Come, let me see how powerful Ajun's master is."

Baili Dongjun smiled and said: "Ji Ruofeng, didn't you regret last time that it was a pity that my cousin didn't specialize in swordsmanship? His sword is actually very powerful."

Ji Ruofeng's white hair flew, and he took out the Wuji stick at his waist. His body shook, and the Wuji stick became longer. He shook his head helplessly: "Hey, don't bully the poor young."

Wen Jiutian laughed: "Young, does not mean weak. When Li Changsheng and Gu Chen became famous, they were still young people, but they were definitely not as powerful as me."

Ji Ruofeng didn't talk nonsense, and ran over with the Wuji stick.

The Wuji stick made a sizzling sound on the ground, and a lot of sparks were rolled up.

Then, Ji Ruofeng jumped up lightly, raised the Wuji stick high, and smashed it down fiercely.

Wen Jiutian Bu Ranchen waved lightly and flicked the Wuji stick to one side: "The Wuji stick is strong, but unfortunately the internal force is insufficient. It is vulnerable in front of masters."

Baili Dongjun was inexplicably excited and shouted: "Ah, yes, yes, my cousin said this. He taught me that swordsmanship without internal force is vulnerable in front of real masters."

Ji Ruofeng's face sank, and the Wuji stick stood in front of him. He said angrily: "What's the point of fighting? I won't fight anymore."

Ji Ruofeng, who has always been good-tempered and good at planning, was really completely defeated by the two brothers in front of him.

Think about it, he is also a leader of the younger generation, right?

But now there is someone who is much stronger than him. How can he play?

It's better to just overturn the table.

"Master Wen, let's stop fighting. I use a stick and you use a sword. We are not in the same field at all." Ji Ruofeng thought about it and shrugged, indicating that there was no need to compete.

"In fact, I know very well that Master Ji's cultivation is about the same as mine." Wen Jiutian waved his sword and swung out several sword flowers, "Just a simple fight, and then I will take you to Baihua Tower to drink wine. Ah Jun, you go too, your uncle is here too."

Baili Dongjun was happy, but soon sank again: "Uncle is here, but he didn't come to find me?"

Wen Jiutian raised his eyebrows and said: "Second uncle is very busy now, and the Wen family is also doing business now, in Tianqi, it's very big."

Ji Ruofeng rolled his eyes and whispered: "Wen Hujiu is in Baihua Tower every day, that's busy, what kind of business is it? That's doing flesh trade, and you still have the nerve to say it."

Wen Jiutian smiled: "Ji Ruofeng, I advise you to be kind. Which man doesn't have some little secrets, right?"

Then Ji Ruofeng shook his head helplessly, pulled out the Wuji stick, and the true energy surged all over his body, and he smashed it directly towards Wen Jiutian.

"Otherwise, you, Ji Ruofeng, can be the head of Baixiaotang, and the free and easy heaven realm will rise." Wen Jiutian held the Unstained Crossbar, and a heavy force made his arms feel numb. If it weren't for his Arhat Golden Body, ordinary people would bleed from the tiger's mouth after being hit by this stick. "What a strong force. Come again!"

Ji Ruofeng leaned back, jumped high and shouted: "Mr. Wen, I'm not bragging to you. This is my strongest stick. It's powerful enough to pull mountains and conquer the world!"

Wen Jiutian smiled, but he put away his sword. The Arhat Golden Body and the righteous spirit were simultaneously urged to the most vigorous state.

Ji Ruofeng was startled and wanted to stop, but Wen Jiutian raised the corner of his mouth and shouted: "Don't be afraid, hit me, I just want to see if there is anyone in the younger generation who can hurt me."

At this time, Ji Ruofeng was almost killed by pua, his eyes were wide open, and his mask was burst. Is this still a fight? This is Versailles.

A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated. I was humiliated several times tonight, and I still felt that I was humiliated unconsciously. He looked harmless, but he was so hurtful.

Ji Ruofeng was furious. This stick was really his strongest move. His white hair was flying and his momentum was like a rainbow.

With a bang, the stick hit Wen Jiutian's body, and the groundIt all collapsed, but the righteousness that protected the body was still intact.

Ji Ruofeng was numb. He hit the stick more than ten times in a row, and cracks appeared in the righteousness. With a "bang", it finally broke.

Seeing this, Ji Ruofeng was delighted, raised the Wuji stick and laughed: "Mr. Wen, I'm sorry."

After that, Ji Ruofeng's true energy surged and he hit it hard, but he heard a "clang" sound, as if he hit a piece of iron.

"Vajra Indestructible Divine Art?" Ji Ruofeng was stunned, and he felt that his hands were shaking violently and aching.

"No, this is the Arhat Golden Body, which is much harder than you said." Wen Jiutian said proudly, "Unfortunately, my cultivation is not enough, not enough to be the hardest."

Wen Jiutian smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Master Ji, you are really amazing." Wen Jiutian clasped his fists sincerely.

Ji Ruofeng waved his hand and loosened his palm: "Mutual respect, Master Wen, thank you for your compliment."

Originally, the courtesy between the two sides was over, and they should save some face for each other.

Who would have thought that Baili Dongjun came up, patted Wen Jiutian on the shoulder and said proudly: "Cousin, I don't think you used much force, Master Ji seems to be injured."

Ji Ruofeng was stunned, looked at Wen Jiutian and smiled awkwardly, thinking: "Your cousin is really unruly, the rules of the martial arts world, everyone has to save face."

Wen Jiutian's face changed: "I'm kidding, I can't stand those sticks just now." Then he quickly changed his technique, took out a few drops of blood and threw them on the ground, and then there was a puff.

Wen Jiutian walked in front of Ji Ruofeng, clasped his fists and said: "Master Ji, master!"

Ji Ruofeng's face was gloomy, damn, can you act more seriously?

"Let's go to Baihua Tower. I have a friend who needs some information." Wen Jiutian patted Ji Ruofeng on the shoulder.

"Forget it, let's do it next time. My wife won't let me." Ji Ruofeng waved his hand.

"Let's go. It's fun." Baili Dongjun said with a laugh, "It turns out that after getting married, you still have to be controlled by your wife. You are simply the second Lei Dazui."

On the tall building in the distance, two people stood, watching everything that happened in the courtyard.

"Why is he so mean? Baili Dongjun and the masked man have been practicing for such a long time as a good master and apprentice. Why is he here to make trouble?"

"Oh, Xiao Lei, you are here too." Wen Jiutian turned his head and looked, "Xiao Feng is here too!"

Lei Mengsha was stunned and glanced at Xiao Ruofeng: "How did he find out? Wait, he called me Xiao and you Xiao Feng?"

Xiao Ruofeng shook his head: "Plot, plot, plot, who plots as loudly as you do?"

"Brother Lei, let's go together?"

"Yes, let's go together!"

Lei Mengsha grinned and touched Xiao Ruofeng's shoulder: "Are you going?"

"I am the prince of the Xiao family, you want me to go?" Xiao Ruofeng pointed at himself.

"Let's go, together." The voice was just a hundred meters away.

"I'll treat you." It was behind the two of them.

Wen Jiutian hugged their shoulders tightly: "You are too reserved. I'll tell you secretly that I will be your uncle in the future."