Fang Luoyou walked to Mo Bei's left and said, "This sword-storming man seems to have existed in the Wind Chasing Canyon for a long time! He will appear from time to time and disappear silently. No one can beat him with swords."

"Oh? Can the disciples or guardians of the Foundation Establishment Stage, and elders, not be able to do anything?"

Mo Bei asked curiously.

Fang Luoyou nodded and replied: "Yes, this is the magic of the sword-breaking man. He will increase his strength with the strength of the sword-breaking disciples. Whether it is the Qi Refining Stage, the Foundation Establishment Stage, or even the Golden Elixir Stage, the real people may not be their opponents."

"At least I know, there is a Jindan real person who beats the sword in my Haoran Ridge, and he lost to this Feng Feng Man." Fang Luoyou said solemnly.

"So amazing." Mo Bei's eyes fell back into the Wind Chasing Canyon again, and became hot, and he smiled and said, "I have been here a few times before, but I don't think anything is there. After you say this, I really want to try it."

Suddenly, an unpleasant sound came from the crowd, accompanied by the noise and noise.

"You are so brave, are you looking for death?"

Everyone subconsciously looked at it and saw the crowd retreating and dodging.

The two young disciples were staring at them with bad eyes and ruthless faces. The handsome young man was staring in front of them.

Everyone looked closely and Long Haotian pinched his chin and said, "Hey, those two boys, aren't Ji Wuming and Ji Wubing?"

Fang Luoyou nodded, his eyes fell on the helpless young man, and a hint of thought appeared, saying, "This person seems to be very familiar... I remembered it. We saved this person when we were still on the Penglai Peninsula, the Demon Island, when we were doing missions."

"He seems to be called Ji Wuliang."

"It's really Ji Wuliang, I recognize it too!" Long Haotian said aloof, staring at Ji Wuliang, who was constantly forced to retreat by Ji Wuming and Ji Wubing, and was at a loss, and said in surprise: "Aren't they all the Ji family members? This Ji Wuliang seems to be unwelcome."

Fang Luoyou smiled faintly and said, "Whoever says that disciples from the same family will definitely get along well."

"It is precisely because they are disciples of the same family that the competition will be more intense and the conflicts will be more frequent."

"Apart from a few highly anticipated geniuses who have received preferential treatment from the family, the other children of ordinary families must start to learn to compete from a young age and get more resources for themselves. Only in this way can they succeed."

Fang Luoyou said deeply touched at this moment.

"So that's it. There are so many troubles between your family." Long Haotian sighed.

A group of people were quietly watching the situation over there.

Mo Bei suddenly said in a deep voice: "Go and go over and take a look."

Ji Wuliang was surrounded by a group of people, his face showed fear and was at a loss. His face turned red.

Ji Wubing's eyes narrowed into a gap, and a cold light kept flashing.

"You can do it. I thought it was promoted to the eighth level of Qi Refining? Is it awesome? A mere bastard from a lowly maid who dares to compete with me for resources."

"Today, let you know. As long as I, Ji Wubing, and Wuming Senior Brother, I will be in the Ji family for one day. There will never be a day when you can stand out!"

Ji Wubing clanged his wrist, fists, and pinched knuckles.

Ji Wuming held his hands and stood in the crowd, surrounded by the disciples of the Ji family around him, looking at the scene with a sneer of disdain in his eyes.

"A little bastard born to a female slave also wants to be on par with Wujian and Wuming Senior Brother. He doesn't urinate and see what kind of urination he is!"

"Yes. Yes, maybe it's possible. Whose species is this little bastard?"

The disciples of the Ji family around him laughed loudly without any mercy.

These sarcastic words came into Ji Wuliang's ears, like needles, piercing his heart.

Ji Wuliang's face was gray and he lowered his head. He said nothing, his hands were hanging down, clenched into fists, and his body kept trembling.

"Shut up! You are not allowed to insult my mother like this!" Ji Wuliang gritted his teeth. His teeth were almost ground, and he suddenly raised his head and roared at the group of Ji family disciples who mocked him.

Ji Wubing was stunned at first, with an unexpected look on his face.

Immediately, the surprise on his face was replaced by anger, and he showed a hideous smile and sneered: "Oh? How dare you talk back? Teach me a lesson in this kid!"

The words are finished!

The disciples of the Ji family surrounding them all smiled grimly, ready to surround Ji Wuliang with bad intentions.

Ji Wuliang's face tense, his arm twisted, and as if a giant python swung its tail, a black and purple magic sword suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand.

The sharp momentum suddenly rose up!

If the waves suddenly poured out, sweeping and suppressing the Ji family disciples who were refining the fourth or fifth level of Qi.

The Ji family disciples with low cultivation changed their faces and took several steps back. Only a few Ji family disciples with cultivation levels close to Ji Wuliang were left, and they still held on. Although they had not retreated, their faces were extremely embarrassing.

"Haha, you dare to fight back!" Ji Wubing laughed wildly, not afraid at all, and did not put Ji Wuliang in his hand at all: "You dare to fight back, see how your slave mother died!!"

As soon as this said, the anger on Ji Wuliang's face suddenly stopped, and his face turned gray. The sharp momentum that had just condensed disintegrated instantly dissipated, and the magic sword disappeared suddenly.

Ji Wubing suddenly felt refreshed and felt very happy. He had already suffered too much humiliation in Mo Bei's hands these days. Today he played Ji Wuliang in his palm. This feeling made him unable to stop and wished he could vent all his anger on Ji Wuliang.

"Go to teach me a lesson! I'm crippled!" Ji Wubing waved his hand, and the retreating disciples of the Ji family mustered up the courage again, rushed forward, surrounded Ji Wuliang, punched and kicked him.

Even though Ji Wuliang had the sword spirit light to defend his body, he could not withstand so many disciples. He was fighting and groaning. He reached out to cover the vital points and weakly resisted the dense fist as raindrops. His lips were almost bitten and his face turned purple.

"Hahaha." Looking at this scene, Ji Wubing licked his lips and sneered: "So what if he is talented? So what if he is strong? Isn't he a dog kneeling in front of me? Humph."

Ji Wuming frowned and whispered: "In front of so many people, don't mess that kid up. Otherwise, if the family knows, we will have trouble."

Ji Wubing nodded, grinned and said with a grin: "Senior Brother Wuming, don't worry. I have a sense of responsibility! If this kid is really useless, wouldn't he be less fun in the future?"

Just then—

"What's the point of bullying the less? Come on, come on, fight with your grandpa!"

A rough shout suddenly exploded among the crowd.

Then, before anyone could see, the disciples of the Ji family who were punching and kicking Ji Wuliang was in a commotion.

"ah!"

A person suddenly flew out of the crowd and hit the side. He fell to the ground and hit two or three unknown disciples of the Ji family.

"And you, a little bitch, has the fourth level of Qi Refining. Wow, practice with grandpa!" Long Haotian's angry shout came from the group of disciples of the Ji family.

Then, Long Haotian and his group of little brothers rushed over. It was like a fierce torrent that immediately scattered the Ji family's disciples group and became messy.

For a moment, the whole scene was in chaos.

All the disciples were full of light, and the sword spirit protected their bodies, and they fought each other.

But it was obvious that Long Haotian had the advantage of the number of people. Under this fierce attack, the disciple of the Ji family was defeated in two or three times, and was defeated and beaten to run away with his head.

In Taixu Sect, in addition to the voluntary challenges of both sides, it is explicitly prohibited to draw the sword to face each other.

Therefore, a group of disciples had a tacit understanding, and no one took out the divine sword. The sword spirit came. They were all divine lights protecting their bodies and fighting with each other.

The whole crowd kept exploding with light, colorful and dazzling.

"Wow!"

Long Haotian shouted angrily, held the collar of a disciple of the Ji family in one hand, swung it around and threw it away.

"Oh!"

The Ji family disciple flew out from the air about ten feet away and hit a large area of ​​Ji family disciples. Their nose was so blue that they were swollen and their heads were covered in blood.

At this moment, Long Haotian entered the Ji family's disciples' camp, as if he was brave and good at fighting, no one could be the one. The strength of the seventh level of Qi Refining has already made Long Hao's heaven powerful. Where can anyone resist him?

A disciple of the Ji family was frightened and his face turned pale. He activated his spiritual energy to escape from the air.

"Hey, want to run away? Come down!" Long Haotian took two steps, knocked a disciple of the Ji family with a beard with one punch, then grabbed his waist and neck, and lifted him up.

Long Haotian's waist tensed in an instant, twisted suddenly, turned sideways, and after being swung around the beard, he flew straight towards the man in the sky like an arrow, hitting each other hard.

"Bang!"

The two of them spit out a mouthful of blood mist at the same time, screamed and fell from the sky, fell into the crowd, and then were beaten wildly.

The whole scene seemed slow, but it actually happened very quickly. From Long Haotian and others rushed over, the disciples of the Ji family cried and shouted at their parents and fled in panic, which was only half a stick of incense.

All the disciples of the Ji family covered their faces and hugged their heads, hid behind Ji Wubing and Ji Wuming. Everyone had a bruised nose, and two clearly visible blood marks hung on the corners of their mouths and under their nostrils, which looked extremely miserable.

"I really don't want to live anymore. I actually fight in front of my boss and block my boss's way. Who else is looking for death? Get out of here."

Long Haotian carried the neck of a fainted bald head and walked out of the crowd with his bald head on the ground.

He threw it casually, and the fainted bald head rushed into the crowd of Ji family disciples.

"Ji Wubing, wasn't my boss taught you a lesson last time miserable enough?"

Ji Wubing's face changed wildly. He took a few steps back and retreated to Ji Wuming's side, dodging his eyes, and did not dare to look at Long Haotian.

Long Haotian opened one eye wide, and narrowed the other eye, and glanced at Ji Wuming with a slanted look: "And you, go get out of here and die, don't die here and get in the way of my boss's eyes."

"You!" Ji Wuming was angry at first, gritted his teeth, and then snorted coldly, saying, "What a clever look! But today, this is a matter within my family, what does it have to do with you?"

"I advise you to be more aware of your appearance and not meddle in other people's business." Ji Wuming's eyes swept past Mo Bei, and he thrust hard somewhere in his heart, and his confidence became a little lacking in his words.

Long Haotian was unscrupulous and said with a lip: "I am naturally too lazy to get involved in the trivial matters of your family. But my boss looked at Ji Wuliang, who liked him, so he just cared about me."

"If I see you bullying Ji Wuliang again in the future," Long Haotian stretched out his finger, pointed at the void, and pointed at the disciples of the Ji family one by one.

All the disciples of the Ji family who were pointed at would shrink their necks and look fearful.

"Hmph! I will beat you once when I see you!" Long Haotian sneered and said, "It's not okay to bully people!

I have to challenge and duel, and I will always be with me. But remember to put my head on my waist and come over."

Ji Wuliang looked at Mo Bei gratefully and thanked him in a low voice: "Thank you, Senior Brother Mo Bei."

"You guy is lucky," Ji Wuming was angry and gritted his teeth, but now he can only swallow his anger.

His eyes were cold and resentful, scanning Mo Bei and the younger brothers behind him, wishing he could strangle Mo Bei to death.
Chapter completed!