From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Outside the Bamboo House.

The two strong men whispered to each other.

"Miss Zui'er's information should be correct. The personal escort has gone to the ancestral hall. We have at least half an hour." The man with scars on his face said seriously: "Jiang Qi, although you are a branch disciple, if you attack Jiang Sanjiao, you will definitely not end up well. You won't die, but you will be punished alive. The young master promised to give us enough compensation afterwards. Since you are here, don't hesitate."

Jiang Qi was observing the bamboo building. He was already in the third realm now, so killing a newcomer was no problem at all. But if it got to that point, it would definitely cause a thorough investigation from above. No one would be able to escape if nothing was done about it. But if he was injured just because of a dispute, most of the elders would tend to let the direct descendant save his face himself.

Jiang Qi sneered. All that nagging nonsense about sharpening one's mind in the Dao was so annoying that it made one's ears calloused. In the lower five realms, if one was seriously injured, it would definitely delay the progress of cultivation. Due to the rules and the situation, that group of elders had restricted themselves.

"Then break Jiang Sanjiao's legs."

The scarred man's eyes flickered. Rules were established to maintain order and stability, which meant that breaking them would harm the collective interests. Jiang Qi was completely unaware of the seriousness of the matter. Using the strength of a third-level warrior to attack newcomers was not the same as sparring with peers in the martial arts arena. The elders would only feel offended and worry that such a person would hurt their younger generations one day.

In short, the other party has been regarded as a discarded pawn.

The scarred man urged, "I'll leave this to you. Move in half a quarter of an hour."

Jiang Qi nodded, walked out of the bamboo forest and slowly approached the bamboo building.

A moment later, Ke Zui'er appeared, and she didn't go to the ancestral hall at all.

The scarred man clasped his fists. As an inspector of the Fifth Realm families, he was no match for the crude warrior at close range.

"Miss Zui'er, wait until Jiang Qi forces the target into a desperate situation, and you and I will work together to end Jiang Qi's life. After this, the target will definitely trust you more. You must find an opportunity to put the bone-eroding powder in his daily diet. During the time when he was injured and broke his leg, the young master prepared a group of people to come and taunt him. You must always stand by his side, encourage him, comfort him, and support him. Even if it costs your body, you must never hesitate when necessary. This is the beginning of your brand new relationship."

Ke Zui'er looked hesitant.

The scarred man consoled him, "You are sacrificing for the young master. The young master is not a kind-hearted person, but if he regrets taking his wife as his equal, how can he order us around in the future? Jiangqi secretly colluded with the demon monks, but didn't the young master give him a relatively decent death?"

Ke Zui'er made up his mind and said, "Give me ten snowflake coins, and then you can take the batch from the Zushi Hall away. Don't leave any loopholes."

"Of course, Miss Zui'er is thoughtful." The scarred man nodded.

……

In front of the bamboo building.

It was winter and the north wind was blowing.

Jiang Yuan performed a set of secular boxing techniques, and after using the sword energy to warm and nourish his skin, his body became as strong as an ox.

At the same time, the mortal body is transformed into a body of cultivation, and the greatest sign of perfection in a state is the release of magic power.

Suddenly, a gray fireball flew from a distance, but he dodged it calmly. The gray fire fell on the ground as if it contained sticky grease, and continued to burn for several seconds before showing signs of dissipating.

The basic ash and fire magic of the Jiang family of the Junlin Mountain can be performed as long as one refines the Jun bamboo as his life object and practices hard.

"You have become an immortal master but you still can't forget the mundane world. The boxing skills of a crude warrior will only make people laugh."

Jiang Qi had a mocking look on his face, the opportunity to beat up his direct descendants was not common, so he felt very comfortable, especially since he would not die afterwards.

Jiang Yuan said nothing, his arrival was as expected.

"What's wrong, are you dumb?"

Jiang Qi suddenly accelerated, and a dark bamboo appeared beside him. After refining the oil lamp of the alien beast and a sword leaf grass, his life object has been promoted to a third-level spiritual weapon. The whole thing is similar to a spear, and the sword leaves are lush and burning with gray flames up and down, which is more lethal than ordinary dark bamboo.

The spear shot out like a crossbow aimed at its prey.

Jiang Yuan dodged a step ahead of time, and the spear passed through his side.

Jiang Qi sneered upon seeing this, stretched out his hand from a distance, and the dark sword bamboo suddenly spun wildly. Sword leaves wrapped in gray flames burst out, indiscriminately attacking an area of ​​ten feet in radius.

"Haha, without any defense, what can you use to fight me?"

But then, Jiang Qi almost froze in place.

Among the clusters of black shadows, the young man was strolling leisurely, leaning sideways, jumping in the air, supporting himself on the ground, and leaping upright. He was calm and unhurried under the baptism of the gray and fire sword leaves, and each time it seemed as if he had predicted the attack in advance.

Jiang Qi was very annoyed and even felt jealous. This was a top-notch qualification that could easily accomplish things that he himself could not do.

A white robe materialized from his innate essence. This was his own opportunity. Without the qualifications and background, he could only associate with the demon monks.

After taking a few steps closer, Jiang Qi drew out his own dark bamboo sword and poured 10% of his magic power into it. The sword leaves grew back. In order to expand the range of attack, he swept with all his strength. The slightest touch of the gray oil fire was enough to burn big holes in the opponent's body.

Most monks have to use their magic power carefully when fighting enemies.

Jiang Qi's action obviously made him furious, which made the scarred man and Ke Zuier who were secretly watching change their expressions.

Once Jiang Sanjiao is killed, the situation will deteriorate instantly and seriously exceed the scope allowed by the rules. After all, this guy is an extremely valuable sword cultivator embryo, and he is also the substitute for the young master chosen by the Jiang family to deal with certain unexpected events.

Just when the two men were distracted, a small black snake fell from the top of the bamboo, hit the scarred man on the back of his head, and merged into him.

The mental appearance is the manifestation of a person's mind and has the ability to pollute the minds of other people.

The scarred man trembled slightly, and then his eyes turned cold.

In front of the bamboo building, Jiang Yuan narrowly avoided the sweeping bamboo spear.

Just as Jiang Qi was about to twist the bamboo spear to release the gray and fire sword leaves, he saw the blood-colored seal coming towards him.

He snorted coldly, raised his gun, infused 20% of his magic power into launching a thundering attack, preparing to knock the bloody seal away.

Before the action, the young master had obtained information about the seal. As long as one is hit by this thing, the blood at the corresponding position will explode in the body. The previous master once used this magic weapon to blow up the abdomen of a demon monk.

Sudden changes occur.

The moment the spear hit the blood mark, this fourth-level magic weapon suddenly exploded into countless red fragments, which sprinkled all over Jiang Qi's body.

After just a moment, the whole body of this third-level monk was filled with crackling sounds. His physical body was intact, but his insides were riddled with holes, especially the parts that were not protected by the white robe, which were extremely rotten.

Countless red fragments gathered again in someone's hands and restored to their original state perfectly.

Jiang Yuan walked to Jiang Qi who was lying on the ground and cast the blood seal on his forehead again.

The next second, the man's head exploded and blood splattered everywhere.

(End of this chapter)