"Boy! You're looking for death!"

When Zhang Fengjiu saw Ji Haotian flashing in front of him, he punched him without hesitation. The fist wind whistled, and the speed was so fast that it seemed to tear the air apart.

"You are not worthy of life and death with me!"

When Ji Haotian saw Zhang Fengjiu taking action again, he also held the sword technique in his hand and went straight to the atrium acupoint on Zhang Fengjiu's chest.

Seeing that Ji Haotian took the initiative, Zhang Fengjiu immediately prepared to dodge, but as soon as she moved, her face turned pale.

Ji Haotian’s movements were too fast!

It's so fast that I compare myself with it, as if I've been slowed down by a movie special effect ten times.

It's almost time for Zhang Fengjiu to avoid it, even moving is difficult.

Not only that, Zhang Fengjiu, who was obviously in the open space, suddenly felt as if she was indulged in the endless deep sea, with the surrounding resistance increasing, and even her breathing became difficult.

Seeing Ji Haotian's sword point attacking, Zhang Fengjiu was helpless and forced to put away his hand, turned his fist into a palm, and blocked Ji Haotian's fingers.

Soon, Zhang Fengjiu felt full of regret, and at the same time, a deeper shock flashed in her eyes.

He thought that he had already released all his internal forces and gathered them into a barrier around his body. Even if Ji Haotian took action, he would not be able to hurt him at all.

However, unexpectedly, Ji Haotian's sword finger actually pierced his palm directly, and his remaining strength continued to attack his atrium.

"What kind of monster is this person?!"

Zhang Fengjiu Yu Guang looked at his bloody palm, his heart was shocked and his breathing was suffocated.

Ji Haotian's power has exceeded his prediction, not! To be precise, it has exceeded his cognition. If Ji Haotian's fingers point in his atrium, then he will undoubtedly die.

Thoughts were constantly changing in his heart, but his body's movements did not stop. Zhang Fengjiu's breath was moving rapidly, and the breath surrounding his body instantly contracted.

When Zhang Fengjiu released all his internal force to protect his whole body, the air flowed white, and at this moment, all his inner breath condensed in front of his chest, and a faint golden light flashed out.

When Zhang Fengjiu mobilized his inner energy to protect the atrium, Ji Haotian's sword finger arrived at the same time.

"Bang!"

The internal force is turbulent, and the strong wind is like a drum.

With the two of them as the center, a circle of white light visible to the naked eye spreads away like ripples.

"Brush!"

The guardrails and table mats around the boxing ring were as if they were laser cut, and they were neatly divided into two.

"boom!"

Eventually, the diffuse ripples collided on the walls around the boxing ring, leaving half a palm-deep groove.

The house was shaken and the dust shaking.

Ji Haotian broke through Zhang Fengjiu's decades of cultivation with just one blow. At this moment, the internal force released by him had disappeared. Zhang Fengjiu, who had exhausted his true energy, seemed to have become older in an instant, with white hair and haggard face.

"Wow--"

Zhang Fengjiu opened her mouth and sprinkled her blood on the ground.

Ji Haotian looked at Zhang Fengjiu, who was kneeling on the ground and was extremely embarrassed, and looked at him without looking at him: "Today, I have given you a chance to admit defeat, but you didn't cherish it."

"This is impossible!!"

When Zhang Fengjiu saw such a strange scene, he was shocked: "Today's battle has taken my hard work for decades. In China, except for the eight masters, how could anyone break it without any loss!"

"You are still a man of martial arts. Do you not even understand the truth that there is heaven outside the sky?"

Wen Keren saw Zhang Fengjiu's surprise and raised his eyes slightly: "Your so-called eight masters are just comparable to my young master. If the young masters were not low-key and did not like to compete for strength and be competitive, the masters in this world would have been nine."

"Are you young? How can you be as good as a master?"

Zhang Fengjiu slowly looked up, looking extremely desperate. If he had known this, he would not have fought with Ji Haotian at all!

He will not accept his 10 billion bet!

No! If he knew from the beginning that his opponent was at the master level, he would probably not have been with Kong Haoji and others at all.

Zhang Fengjiu regretted it, but it was too late.

He looked up slightly, Ji Haotian’s ancient well Wubo’s eyes were like a deep abyss, which made Zhang Fengjiu shudder.

"Martial arts are abolished, but you still have the assets under your name. Tell me who is behind you. I'll give you a chance to live the life of an ordinary person."

Ji Haotian's face was hard to tell the joy and anger: "Think clearly and answer me, this is your last chance today."

"call--"

Zhang Fengjiu's eyes drooped slightly and took a deep breath. The majesty exuded by Ji Haotian's body made it difficult for him to look up: "If I had known that you were so fierce, I really shouldn't have provoked you. Now that my skills are gone, my disciples are destroyed, and my life is brilliant. To this day, I will be the end."

Ji Haotian had no expression on his face and had no interest in Zhang Fengjiu's regret at the beginning.

"Den valve!"

Zhang Fengjiu was depressed: "The person who looked for me today was Ding Ning, the manager of Ding's clerk. He asked me to secretly contact the tax collectors of the prefecture and jointly suppress the Zhennan Foundation."

"Before dawn, get out of Yunzhou."

Ji Haotian's voice was low, and after his words, his figure gradually faded away.

Zhang Fengjiu looked at Ji Haotian's back, leaned back, and slowly lay in the collapsed ruins of the boxing ring.

Outside the Sifang Tower.

Wen Keren started the Hummer and pointed slightly: "Shou, do we, will we go to Ding's house next?"

"Why not go?"

Ji Haotian narrowed his eyes: "Since Ding Haicang's death has not been taught a lesson to the Ding family, then they should bear the consequences."

...

Aolai Lane, Ding Valve.

The Little New Year is just a reunion festival for ordinary families.

However, in China.

The deeper the wealthy ones are, the more they like to pay attention to these traditional festivals.

In previous years, for the Ding family, the last festival before the Spring Festival, was a big day for the family to celebrate.

The lights are decorated with joy, showing the luxury and prestige of the century-old family.

But this year's Little Year, the Ding Valve seemed extremely deserted.

First, the head of his hometown, Ding Haicang, had just been buried, and on the day he committed suicide, the Ding family encountered another bloody storm, and even the "Vera" organization that protected the tribe was killed. This was the first time in the history of the Ding family.

Moreover, the Ding family encountered such a big change. Not only did the new head Ding Jinchong not only did not stand up to take charge of the overall situation, but his whereabouts were mysterious all day long and rarely appeared, which made hundreds of relatives in the clan panic.

In fact, Ding Jinchong has been in frequent contact with the other three valve masters in recent days, but Ding Jinchong, who lost the custody of Varai, is equivalent to a tiger who has lost his fangs and claws. In front of the other three sect leaders, he can't raise his head at all and is about to become a follower who echoes his voice.

It was just early morning. In previous years, it was the most lively time for the Ding family to hold a fireworks party.

But tonight, the huge Dingjia Manor is already quiet, and even the lanterns in the square seem to have lost their bright red luster.

"Huhh!"
Chapter completed!