Chapter 421 Shield

Without waiting for Murong Ji to speak, the old Taoist priest shouted, "Huanjin, come and give him a try!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old Taoist slapped Murong Ji's protective Qi with a palm. The huge force directly knocked him out of the door, broke the door, and fell into the yard.

Murong Ji staggered a few steps, steadied himself, and then heard Zhao Huanjin reply, "Yes, Master."

Then a slightly fat and burly man came over and stood in front of Murong Ji. He was a whole head taller than him.

"Junior Brother Murong, I'm sorry."

"Junior brother?!" His generation should be very high in Taoism! Is it appropriate to call him junior brother?

There was no time to correct himself. The golden light on Zhao Huanjin's body suddenly became brighter and he rushed towards Murong Ji. Not to mention testing him, he didn't even try to figure out his opponent's moves.

Murong Ji was completely unprepared.

【arrogant!】

This was Murong Ji’s first impression of Zhao Huanjin.

In a hurry, Murong Ji crouched down like a crouching crane, found the right moment, and used the Tianshan Zhemei Hand to pin Zhao Huanjin to the ground with one move.

Without waiting for the pressure, the golden light on Zhao Huanjin's body turned into a big hand and grabbed towards Murong Ji with considerable force.

Murong Ji was not in a hurry. He took a deep breath and raised his palm with his backhand, the Palm of Great Compassion.

"Bang!" The sound of metal clashing and the sharp buzzing sound made people speechless.

At some point, a sword energy burst out from Murong Ji's fingertips, breaking Zhao Huanjin's golden light spell.

"Use thunder magic!" came the voice of the old Taoist priest.

Before Murong Ji's sword energy could completely cut down, countless white lightning bolts raged, and a somewhat shaped white lightning bolt rushed straight towards Murong Ji's vital point.

Murong Ji freed one hand and used the Dragon-Catching Hand to directly extinguish the lightning. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Huanjin finally escaped.

It fell far beyond Murong Ji's attack range.

His face was solemn and he was breathing heavily, but he was full of astonishment. It was the first time he saw someone catch a lightning spell with his bare hands without getting hurt at all.

It was as if, as if it was a perfect way to defeat all his methods. Before he knew it, beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.

"Quanzhen emphasizes the preservation of both life and sex, especially their Jindan Sect, which emphasizes life first and sex second. It's not surprising that they can suppress you physically. Continue."

The old Taoist priest's voice sounded faintly, which gave Zhao Huanjin a reassurance. Not only that, the old Taoist priest also began to disassemble Murong Ji's moves and skills for his two disciples.

Zhao Huanjin exhaled slowly, and in an instant, the lightning around him reached a new level again, and his speed became even faster, continuing to rush towards Murong Ji.

At this time Murong Ji also discovered a problem. It seemed that Zhao Huanjin was so stubborn that he didn't know how to adapt?
I caught a glimpse of the old Taoist priest's serious face and understood in my heart that he was using himself to sharpen the knife!
This Zhao Huanjin is really one of the successors chosen by the old Taoist priest!

At this point, he also understood that the Tianshi Mansion was invincible in the world, and that it had cultivated the disciples' arrogant and underestimating character, and they had learned the recklessness of the old Tianshi.

Old Master Mang, that's really powerful.

Zhao Huan and Jin Mang, that is really speechless...

At this point, he understood what the old Taoist priest meant, asking him to deal with Zhao Huanjin once and for all.

【You’re welcome! 】

Murong Ji took a step forward, and rushed forward with the thunder in his palm flying out. He gathered the energy in his hand into a sword, and the sword energy stabbed out directly. He didn't realize that the speed was too fast, and was afraid that he couldn't dodge it.

By the time Zhao Huanjin had safely avoided the attack, Murong Ji also arrived in front of him, swung open the door, and attacked with a Vajra Palm.

It directly shattered Zhao Huanjin's golden light spell and sent him flying backwards.

Murong Ji stood in his original position, waiting for Zhao Huanjin to recover. He spread out his palm, and an orange-yellow flame appeared in his palm.

Looking at Zhao Huanjin, he said in a deep voice: "The Fulu School is famous for its thunder magic, and the Danding School is famous for its true fire. Now, take a look at my true fire."

In an instant, the flame seemed to have a shape, and like the golden light spell, it was grabbed by one palm.

Zhao Huanjin suddenly leaped up, and the golden light spell instantly covered his whole body. He wanted to weigh how big the gap was between the two of them.

The next moment, the golden light was burned by the flames.

Zhao Huanjin had no choice but to force his way through the flames and dodge to the side. However, he never expected that the flames seemed to have consciousness and kept chasing him, leaving him no time to even breathe.

He wanted to get close to Murong Ji, but he had no chance at all.

Murong Ji stretched lazily, removed the flames, looked at Zhao Huanjin, who was covered with blisters, and threw a bottle of medicine to him, "Call me uncle from now on."

Zhao Huanjin was stunned and looked at his master.

Zhao Huanjin is much older than Murong, so calling him Uncle Master...

The old Taoist priest was silent for a moment, then he said, "Well, we are the descendants of the same Taoist lineage after all, so you can't call me uncle in vain."

Then, a pair of eyes stared at Murong Ji.

Murong Ji snorted coldly, flipped his hand, and a token appeared directly, which was the Imperial Thunder Talisman, the magic weapon of the Divine Thunder Technique.

He stretched out his hand and threw it directly over.

Zhao Huanjin reached out to take it, and suddenly thought about it, and was delighted. What a good thing! "Thank you, uncle master!" Before he could put it away, he heard the old master shout, "Rongshan! What are you still standing there for!"

Rong Shan finally came back to his senses, "Hello, Uncle Master! Hello, Uncle Master."

Murong Ji was helpless, so he took out a command flag and threw it over. It was another good stuff.

"Go quickly! Call all your fellow apprentices over here..."

Murong Ji's mouth twitched. Zhang Zhiwei was really not a good person! "Farewell, I can't take out any more."

The old Taoist smiled kindly, waved his hand, stopped Rong Shan, looked at Murong Ji's smiling face, and then said to Murong Ji: "Will you accompany me to meet those old guys later?"

Murong Ji was a little surprised. So friendly? Or was he going to take the blame? Then he thought of something. Maybe the Ten Lords were all on Longhu Mountain at this moment?
"I think I'd better forget it. I'm not of such a high rank that I dare to sit at the same table with all of you big guys."

The old Taoist priest raised his eyebrows slightly, and the smile on his face became even wider. "You don't need to do anything, just go over and take a look, listen, so as not to be plotted against. You don't know who plotted against you."

Murong Ji knew clearly that Zhang Zhiwei wanted to use him as a shield and would probably ask him to draw fire for Zhang Chulan.

In exchange, Longhu Mountain endorses their lineage.

Don’t underestimate this kind of endorsement. If something happens in the future, as soon as the Taoist sect calls for help, countless forces will gather together, either to show solidarity or to support.

"Okay, I'll follow the old Taoist priest's instructions."

At noon, I had lunch with Qu Tong and took a short break. As soon as I sat down, Qu Tong handed me a stack of information.

Murong Ji was a little surprised and glanced at Qu Tong.

“This is the information of the ten bosses…” Qu Tong slightly raised the corners of her mouth, looking like she was about to praise me, and Murong Ji was also a little helpless.

After taking the papers and reading them one by one, Qu Tong was not idle either, telling him the origins of the Ten Lords system.

"During the war, the aliens fought against the invasion in their own way, so they formed an alliance to fight against the aliens together."

"In the early days of the alliance, the losses were huge. It looked like an alliance, but in reality, each of them was fighting on their own. As the war became more intense, they selected several highly respected people from among the many sects to serve as managers of the alliance."

"This is the prototype of the Ten Lords."

"Later, with the establishment of the company, in order to maintain balance, the number was expanded to nine. Later, when the Tianxia Society rose, Feng Zhenghao was added."

Murong Ji nodded. Qu Tong's information would be of great help to him in understanding these people. This was not like watching anime, where the characters were created by the author.

This is the reality. These old foxes played dirty tricks when they were young, but now that they are old, what they show is what they want people to see.

After checking the time, Murong Ji put down the information and said, "I'm going to find the old Taoist priest first."

When he arrived at the old Taoist priest's room, he saw not only the old Taoist priest, but also an old man with white hair and beard. He knew who this man was without any introduction, Lu Jin.

Murong Ji clasped his fists and bowed, which was considered a greeting.

"Hey? Boy, are you dumb?"

"Mr. Lu, I have already greeted you."

Lu Jin felt a little toothache and turned to look at Zhang Zhiwei, "You mean this guy? I can't see what's so special about him."

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and said nothing. He calmly poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip and then said, "Let's go too. It's getting late."

Lu Jin wanted to ask Murong Ji, but when he heard this, his face darkened, "Old Heavenly Master, I admire your level of cultivation... If it were me, I would definitely slap him in the face if he dared to interfere in my family affairs."

Murong Ji followed behind the two of them, listening quietly to their conversation without saying a word, and just followed them down the mountain silently.

When he arrived in front of a pavilion, he saw several people inside. Murong Ji looked at them one by one. Except for Feng Zhenghao, he didn't recognize any of the others.

I can get a general idea by guessing.

"Old Master!"

"Senior Lu Jin."

"Haha, sit down, sit down, everyone sit down, it was Old Lu who called everyone here..."

Lu Jin and the old Taoist priest walked into the pavilion. Murong Ji stood outside the pavilion, blocking his body with pillars, trying not to draw attention to himself.

There are a few that he finds difficult to deal with, but he can handle the rest.

The sturdy and powerful one, the master of horizontal training, Lu Ci, the hidden murderous aura... Murong Ji looked at them one by one, feeling a little surprised.

Those who can become one of the Ten Lords are not necessarily powerful, but they must be influential, such as the Wang family.

Of course, Murong Ji also understood that this view was not accurate. There were some powerful techniques that were invincible and could turn the tide.

"It's not worth it to send someone here..."

"Oh? So what Senior Lu means is..."

Hearing this, Murong Ji suddenly remembered something. He slightly moved aside and watched Lu Jin draw talismans in the air.

In an instant, countless strong winds gathered and formed a tornado, with earth and rocks flying everywhere. The pavilion did not hold on for long before it completely fell apart.

(End of this chapter)