Zhao Ji smiled with a humble smile.

Xiao Yang's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Why, can't figure it out?" Zhao Ji said, "I've discovered something wrong with you. If I hadn't been worried about these children, I would have killed you on the mountain. Do you really think I don't understand the 70s? It's the same conversation with people. Your understanding of pronunciation and that boy's understanding of pronunciation are completely different concepts. Are you, you dare to be honest and think that I'm not educated! Do I look like an uneducated person? Do you know that being a leader depends on education?"

Zhao Ji exerted force on his hand, and with a click, the fake Xiao Yang's throat was pinched off by Zhao Ji on the spot.

"Bah, what's the matter?" Zhao Ji tore off the other party's human skin mask, and under the mask, a face with distorted facial features was revealed. In order to ** this human skin mask with Xiao Yang's face, the imitator even changed his facial features.

Zhao Ji turned around, squinted his eyes and looked towards the direction of the Gods Mountain, and murmured: "I am so anxious to lead me away. I want to attack that kid? After all, it is because I was misled. If I don't take you out, how can I just spend it in the future... No, how can I do it?"

Zhao Ji moved his lower limbs, "Isn't it just that he doesn't rely on qi to fight? Damn, who is afraid of whom?"

Zhao Ji said, picking up two stones about the size of a palm from the ground, then holding them in his hand, and walking towards the Mount of the Gods.

This time, I went up the mountain, no longer as before, without the misleading of others. Although it was already dark, Zhao Ji, who already knew the secrets of the sacred mountains, would not be delayed at all.

At the top of the Gods Mountain, dozens of corpses were already lying at Xiao Yang's feet. The fake Zhao Ji had also been twisted by Xiao Yang and became one of the many corpses. However, dozens of people still besieged Xiao Yang.

At this time, Xiao Yang was already out of breath. These people were not weak. Most of them were transformed by the Ancestral Rehabilitation Alliance and their physical strength was far greater than that of ordinary people.

If Xiao Yang had not received special training from Xuan Tian and others in the hell cage and had extremely strong combat instinct, he would have been deposed at this time just like the order of Zhao Ji.

Xiao Yang was gasping heavily, covered in blood, with others and his own. He scanned the enemies around him and prepared to start a new round of battle.

"Master, I'll kill him! He's at the end of his strength!"

Among the many members of the Ancestral Repair Alliance, someone shouted loudly, and then dozens of figures rushed towards Xiao Yang again.

One person rushed to Xiao Yang and was about to attack, but suddenly rolled his eyes and fell to the ground with a "thump".

When the member of the Ancestral Repair League fell, Zhao Ji, who was standing behind him, was exposed.

Zhao Ji held two stones that looked like bricks in his hand and knocked on the back of his head.

Just looking at this attack mode, Xiao Yang is 60% sure, this is Zhao Ji.

"Are you back? Cough cough cough." Xiao Yang laughed, but coughed a few times, and he had already been injured.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm about to finish the call. I'm in a hurry to go back and return the car." Zhao Ji said, waving the stone in his hand towards the next person.

Xiao Yang is sure now that this is 100% Zhao Ji and he has not run away.

The two of them did not talk extra nonsense. As the number one brother in the Ninth Bureau, Zhao Ji was extremely strong even if he didn't have to be angry. With his joining, the remaining members of the Ancestral Repair League would no longer pose any threat to Xiao Yang.

Soon, only Xiao Yang and Zhao Ji were able to stand on the scene.

Both of them were gasping heavily, and they were so tired.

Zhao Ji gave Xiao Yang a thumbs up, "You are awesome, you beat so many times."

Xiao Yang also stretched out his thumb, "You are awesome, I don't know how to bring two helpers up."

Zhao Ji took a few breaths and then said, "Can I still look so handsome when I bring people up? Isn't it like I'm gone even if I'm gone? By the way, have you gone to the mountain to see?"

"Before, I started fighting directly." Xiao Yang shook his head, "What's inside the mountain?"

"Nothing." Zhao Ji shook his head, "The mountain was hollowed out, all of which were machines. You can change the appearance of the mountain at will. This is why we can trap us. You said, why did the Ancestral Rebellion League bring you here before taking action."

"Correspondence against the Holy Heaven Kingdom. They deliberately shifted their sight to the ancestral lands of major clans, and then used you to bring me here. If something went wrong, there was a seventy-year-old country in front of them, and the Holy Heaven Kingdom in back-taken the blame. Only they could not stand anything." Xiao Yang sat down and recovered his strength.

"Grandma, I'm using it as a gun for someone." Zhao Ji sat down and lit a cigarette.

Time for a cigarette.

Xiao Yang stood up again, "What are your plans next?"

"What are the plans?" Zhao Ji rolled his eyes, "Go back and return the car first. If you knew it, you wouldn't show off. Then go to the clan's ancestral land and go."

"No." Xiao Yang shook his head, "Don't you think all this is a bit weird?"

"What's wrong?" Zhao Ji was puzzled.

Xiao Yang stared at the ground under his feet, "All this happened explains a problem to us, let us leave quickly. Although the Ancestral Rebate Alliance is trying to attack me on the surface, the forces they sent are frankly speaking, if they want to leave you and me like this, are they a little whimsical?"

"You mean..." Zhao Ji also noticed a little problem.

"There must be someone who is trying to make trouble in this, walk into the mountain to take a look!" After Xiao Yang said that, he walked towards the ancestral hall first.

"I'll say it first, it's OK. From now on, you have to pay me the extra rent for the car!" Zhao Ji threw away the cigarette in his hand and followed.

"I'll buy a new one and give it to you, okay?"

"No, I'm not that kind of person." Zhao Ji shook his head with a serious look on his face, "Just let's just drive Ferrari occasionally. I think at my age, you can get me a Rolls-Royce."

"Get away."

In a hotel in a seventy country.

More than a dozen members of the Ninth Bureau dragged their tired bodies to a luxurious room.

In this room, there was a figure sitting long ago, wearing a pure white mask without any facial features.

When the dozen people came in, they all looked respectful and stood in a row honestly.

"How is it, is Zhao Ji back?" A female voice rang out.

"Report to your highness, you've gone back." The team member of the Ninth Bureau spoke out.
Chapter completed!