The sky is high and the clouds are light.

On the top of a dangerous cliff near the river, a free and easy figure slowly climbed up. He looked very young, but there was a hint of weather in his eyebrows and face. His plain green preacher's robe was torn to pieces, revealing his strong upper body.

.On that shiny skin, there were still several criss-crossing new scars. Except for a black iron rod on his back, he had nothing.

Despite being so shabby, his smile remained the same, his face was full of sunshine, as if he had treasures in the world hidden in his chest.

Under the dangerous cliff, the Yangtze River rolls eastward.

It is already the boundary of Jiangnan West Road.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked far into the distance. His sight passed through the river surrounded by clouds and mist, and he didn't know where it landed. At this moment, was his mind full of ambition and passion, swallowing up mountains and rivers, or was it desolate? Even he himself felt sad.

I don’t know what kind of feeling this is, there always seems to be a joy that shouldn’t exist in my heart, which makes him want to laugh out loud. However, if he thinks about it carefully, is it joy?

If so, why did his eyes gradually become moist and blurred?

"Ji Ruochen, Ji Ruochen, there are still so many things to do, what's wrong with you?" He sighed deeply in his heart.

At this time, a shout came from behind him, gently shattering his inexplicable thoughts: "Wu that boy, who is he from, come from any sect, hurry up and recruit him!"

This is not the first time this kind of trouble has occurred, and it doesn't look like it will be the last time. Ji Ruochen half-turned around, not looking behind him, but slightly raising his head to look at the highest point of the cliff. There was a tall wooden pole with a stilt on it.

There was a corpse, and judging from the clothing and color marks on his body, he was a disciple of the Tao Te Sect.

The corpse's face was blue-grey, his eyes were still open, and his face was still very young, probably a few years older than Ji Ruochen. A thick hemp rope was put around his neck, and he hung in the air. Occasionally, a gust of river wind swept over him.

If you pass it, it will be blown and swayed in the wind.

Ji Ruochen stared at the corpse for a while, then slowly turned around and looked steadily at the more than ten monks in different colors standing not far away. These monks' clothes were messy, and their Taoist practices were inconsistent.

Qi, in the middle is an old Taoist with white eyebrows, holding the Seven Treasures Jade Ruyi in his hand, his eyes lowered, and his Taoism is very profound. The rest of the people are much worse in cultivation than this old Taoist, most of them are not even as good as Ji Ruochen. And these humane magic weapons are very

It’s messy, and you can’t tell which sect they come from. They are probably disciples of some small sects. These people have practiced Taoism since childhood, and their Taoism practice for thirty or forty years is not as good as that of Ji Ruochen, who has only been practicing Taoism for a few years. This is the Tao Te Sect and the unknown little sect.

The difference between factions.

Of course Ji Ruochen would not lament these things. All he had in his pupils was the old Taoist in the middle. This old Taoist had a calm demeanor and restrained spirit. He was not a figure that Ji Ruochen could match. Although the old Taoist had high moral standards, Ji Ruochen's spiritual sense was not as good as that of the old Taoist.

Normally, I could tell early on that he was from the Zhenwu Temple, and he must have a certain status in the temple.

When Ji Ruochen was looking at the old Tao with his eyes, the old Tao suddenly raised his eyebrows and said: "What kind of world is this poor Taoist? My little friend comes from the Tao Te Sect?"

Ji Ruochen's expression did not change. The dozen or so cultivators beside the old Taoist immediately started shouting and scattered, taking up their respective positions and getting ready for a fight. There were three or five cultivators in this group who were more capable than Ji Ruochen.

They are tall, and they have the power to dominate the crowd. They should never be afraid of such a weak young man, but somehow, they can't help but feel terrified, and subconsciously put on the posture of facing the strongest opponent. If this matter spreads out,

, is also a bit of a laughing stock.

Ji Ruochen didn't seem to see these cultivators at all. He just pointed at the corpse that was still swaying in the wind and said in a deep voice: "Is this what an immortal should do?"

He Shifang shook his head and sighed: "This is not... Oh, forget it, I don't want to be like this."

Ji Ruochen raised his eyebrows and said: "The road leads to the same destination through different paths, and all the Taoist cultivators in the world are on the same path. You just hurt people's lives, why do you have to destroy people's bodies? Does Zhenwu Guan think so much about being the best in the world?"

By doing this, even if you become number one in the world, won't you be afraid of divine punishment?"

He Shifang let out a long sigh and said: "Compared with my Zhenwu Guan, the Taoism Sect deserves to be punished by heaven."

A fat man next to him had already been agitated by the invisible atmosphere in the field. He couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "Why is Mr. He still nagging this little demon? Wait until I go get him!"

" Before he finished speaking, he struck a pair of cooked copper sticks in his hands, jumped up, and attacked Ji Ruochen from the side.

As soon as the big man stepped out, he brought up a wave of evil wind, and two dots of red light lit up at the tip of the cooked copper stick, adding to his power. As soon as he charged, three or four monks behind him immediately cheered. It seemed that this man should be the one.

A disciple of the Han Dynasty.

After hearing the cheers, the big man became more energetic, his tongue burst with spring thunder, and he shouted loudly, and the whole body of the cooked copper rod glowed red!

When he was still ten feet away from Ji Ruochen, the big man saw an extra talisman appearing out of nowhere between his fingers. In fact, the big man had some real skills and his eyesight was not bad. In an instant, he saw clearly that the talisman was nothing more than a talisman.

Zhang Dingjia's mountain-opening talisman. Although he was quite horrified by Ji Ruochen's Taoist magic that was invented out of thin air, Dingjia's mountain-opening talisman was Dingjia's mountain-opening talisman, and its purpose was just to enhance his strength. This big man was known for his divine power, and he could easily carry two or three thousand kilograms.

By the way, looking at Ji Ruochen's frail appearance, how much more strength can he gain even if he uses the Dingjia Mountain-Opening Talisman?

When Ji Ruochen took off the black iron rod from his back and lightly hit it with a stick, the big man smiled ferociously, and sealed the iron rod with both sticks. He first knocked the iron rod away with all his heart, and then

Use the remaining energy to shatter Ji Ruochen's arm bones, but it must be just right and not damage his sternum. Only in this way can you show your ability and show your face in front of the old god of Zhenwu Temple.

When he was having a happy fight with all his wishes, the two copper rods met Ji Ruochen's black iron rod. Before the three rods intersected, the big man suddenly found that the copper rod in his hand bent backwards on its own, as if he was afraid of the black iron rod.

It looks like an inconspicuous black iron rod!

The big man looked horrified, tried his best to fight with the copper rod, and finally blocked the path of the iron rod with his twisted iron rod.

There was a soft thud, and the black iron rod passed through the copper rod without any hindrance, like a piece of rotten mud. It lightly slapped a foot away from the big man's chest, and then he took it back.

The two copper sticks softened quietly as if they had been tempered by the fire, and flowed downwards. It was not until a drop of copper juice fell on the big man's arm and burned a small hole with a hiss that he let out a cry of pain and threw it down.

A copper rod that has been dissolved into scrap copper.

It didn't matter that he moved. He suddenly felt a wave of excitement in his body. His whole body lazily lost all strength. He fell softly to the ground, collapsed into a ball, and could no longer move.

This fact was so sudden that all the ascetics fell silent in an instant, staring blankly at the strong man on the ground, at a loss for what to do.

Ji Ruochen held on to the iron rod and said to He Shifang: "What advice does the old immortal have now?"

He Shifang shook his sleeves, looked at the corpse on the ground, and then stared at Ji Ruochen's iron rod for a long time. Fang sighed: "My little friend can control such a magic weapon. It is really the only time in my life that a poor man has such talent. Why bother here?"

Did everything disappear in this catastrophe? My little friend, please follow Pindao to the Zhenwu Temple to practice cultivation. After three years, I will be my friend and leave. Pindao can guarantee this with his Taoist fruit."

As soon as He Shifang said these words, the faces of the cultivators immediately changed, but no one dared to say another word because of He Shifang's power.

"Thank you, Immortal, for your kindness!" As soon as Ji Ruochen finished speaking, he swung the iron rod and smashed it down on He Shifang's head!

This stick is slow to castrate, its power is mediocre, and there are no various treasures on the stick that should appear with strong true energy. As soon as this stick comes out, some of the monks around are doubtful and some are disdainful.

, but He Shifang had a solemn look on his face, and took out a brocade bag from his sleeve. When he shook it in the wind, the palm-sized bag immediately turned into a three-foot-square bag, and he threw it towards the iron rod.

Ji Ruochen's stick was as slow as an old ox pulling a cart, and He Shifang's bag was just as slow as a snail's pace. Even a few people practicing on the street could perform their skills several times faster than this. They didn't look like a wise man.

Fighting?

The monks next to them immediately felt that they had an opportunity. They roared one after another. Some rushed forward with weapons and magic weapons, while others stepped back and recited incantations. For a moment, there were bursts of fairy music and colorful lights, which was even better than the scene between Ji He and the two of them.

Much prettier.

Ji Ruochen had lowered his head and looked listless. At this moment, his eyes suddenly opened and he shouted low. He shook his right hand holding the iron rod. The iron rod was like an ink dragon rising out of the sea. It made a low hum and was castrated.

Slowly but quickly, it accelerated towards He Shifang. As soon as the iron rod moved like this, a layer of black ripples so light that it was almost invisible immediately emitted around the rod, rippling in all directions like water waves.

As soon as He Shifang saw the water waves, he was so shocked that he raised his white eyebrows high and shouted: "Little friends, please don't go on a killing spree!"

However, Ji Ruochen's beard and hair were flying, and his pupils were as transparent, and you could faintly see the blue flames hidden behind them. His right hand was like a rock, pushing the iron rod forward firmly!

The invisible ripples in the air seemed to be very slow, but in an instant they had covered the group of attacking monks. The people who were originally standing on the ground floated off the ground one by one. Those who were flying in the air found that their bodies were no longer under their control.

They kept floating back and forth, left and right. However, what was terrible was that part of their bodies moved forward, part backward, their heads turned to the left, and their shoulders leaned to the right. The whole body was twisted into weird postures, as if they had no bones.

Generally speaking, it is indescribably weird and terrifying. When these monks saw the appearance of their companions, they all had expressions of disbelief on their faces. They suddenly remembered that they must be just like others, and they were immediately horrified!

He Shifang's brocade bag shook, and most of the iron rods were covered in it!

The brocade bag swelled up in an instant, as if it had been blown out of air. Then there was a loud bang like thunder, and the brocade bag exploded into pieces of rags!

A flash of bright red suddenly appeared on He Shi's face, he groaned, flew back more than ten feet, and almost sat on the ground. Ji Ruochen only took a step back, and his face turned white.

The monks floating in the air fell to the ground one after another. As soon as they landed on the ground, they immediately collapsed into a ball of flesh and blood. They could not even see their true colors clearly. It seemed that all the bones in their bodies were broken!

He Shifang let out a long sigh and couldn't bear to look at these ascetics and said, "You've done evil, you've done evil! Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to achieve the great path by killing people like this?"

Ji Ruochen smiled calmly and said: "I already have a lot of lives on my hands, more or less, it's all the same."

"But these are more than ten lives, how can you bear it?!" He Shifang scolded with angry eyes.

Ji Ruochen pointed at Yu You's body hanging on a high pole and said, "I'm afraid it's not enough to use these miscellaneous cultivators to save the life of a disciple of my Daode Sect."

He Shifang snorted and said: "Don't think that with a magic weapon in your hand, you can dominate the world from now on! Even if I risk my life today, I will take you back to Zhenwu Temple to prevent you from committing murderous crimes in the future!

"

Ji Ruochen smiled slightly and said: "Me too, even if I risk my life, I won't go back with you."

Seeing the iron rod hit his head again, He Shifang shook his sleeves and took out another brocade bag.

There was another muffled thunder, and He Shifang's brocade bag shattered, and blood overflowed from his mouth, leaving dots of red on his long, snow-white beard.

Ji Ruochen still stood where he was.

He Shifang took a breath and saw Ji Ruochen walking up again with a stick. He shook his sleeves and took out another brocade bag. There seemed to be infinite heaven and earth in his sleeves, and he didn't know how many brocade bags were hidden.

Ji Ruochen only felt that the iron rod in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, and he had to hold it with both hands to prevent it from falling to the ground. The two sticks he had just swung had exhausted all his true energy. At this time, he just wanted to sleep.
Chapter completed!