Chapter 275 Yu Yangzi's Confidence
Zhou Yixian came back instantly, with a big smile on his face: "Sir, what do you want to predict? Fortune or marriage…"

Murong Ji lay back and ignored it. He still had something busy to do in the evening.

……

"I have another friend who is also going to the Death Swamp. Can you please do a test for him?"

"I'm sorry, sir, you need to come in person to have your fortune told..." Zhou Xiaohuan looked at Qin Wuyan, feeling a little embarrassed. She glanced to the side and saw a man in a brocade and black robe walking towards her at some point.

He took a piece of paper in his hand, placed it directly on the divination table and pushed it over.

"Girl, please look at these two words of mine."

Xiaohuan was startled and looked down. There were two words written on the paper: Gui Li.

He couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, but the next moment he felt like he was falling into an icy cave. He dared not move at all, and his eyes moved back and forth between Zhang Xiaofan and Qin Wuyan.

[Do the two of them have a grudge against each other? ]

Murong Ji yawned, glanced at him briefly, and no longer cared about it. But in a moment, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

A murderous aura filled the air and continued to dissipate.

"Poison Prince."

"Blood Prince!"

The two men greeted each other, but the situation was tense.

Murong Ji sat up, feeling a little annoyed. He glanced at the two people who were confronting each other, and blocked the pressure from the Shangqing realm to make Zhou Yixian and Zhou Xiaohuan feel better.

After waiting for a while, the two still didn't make a move, "No, why don't you guys just start fighting! Are you waiting for lunch?!!"

Qin Wuyan smiled and turned to look at Murong Ji. He had seen him before. That meeting back then had given him a lot of psychological pressure.

He glanced at Zhang Xiaofan. With disciples from the Qingyun Sect here, and the Wandu Sect and the Guiwang Sect cooperating, it would be difficult to take action.

Qin Wuyan suddenly smiled and said, "I have heard of Murong Ji's reputation for a long time. After seeing him today, I feel a little itchy."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless black poisonous fogs came over like an overwhelming force.

Murong Ji was speechless. In an instant, invisible energy from both sides slammed into the black fog, scattering it in all directions, as if a pair of invisible big hands were clamping Qin Wuyan tightly.

He was lifted up alive, and then the acupoints all over Qin Wuyan's body were forced to open, and endless true energy was sucked out of his body. Qin Wuyan's struggle became weaker and weaker.

Qin Wuyan's face turned pale, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes. This technique was beyond his understanding.

After not seeing him for ten years, he didn't expect that Murong Ji could still kill him in seconds! His strength was as strong as it was back then.

"Master Xue, you and I are both disciples of the Holy Church, and we have cooperated with each other. Facing this great enemy of the righteous path, should we..."

Before he could finish his words, Qin Wuyan fell to the ground instantly, gasping for breath.

Murong Ji's face was a little gloomy, Tianshan Zhemei Hand! He glanced at Zhang Xiaofan and said, "You can use what I taught you to deal with me."

Zhang Xiaofan didn't answer, but slowly retreated with his men.

Murong Ji turned to look at Qin Wuyan and smiled slightly. Qin Wuyan hurriedly bowed and turned to leave.

When Murong Ji turned around, he saw Zhou Yixian's solemn expression.

"Look at the palm of your hand."

Murong Ji looked down and saw a black patch on his palm. "Can this poison still work through Zhen Yuan?"

Zhou Yixian stroked his beard, with a proud look on his face, and slowly said: "The poison skills of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect are specifically targeted at the true essence. Once it comes into contact with it, it is like a ulcer attached to the bone, and it is extremely difficult to remove."

Murong Ji Dou Zhuan Xing Yi swung his hand casually, and the toxin was directly expelled from the body. The toxin fell to the ground, making a hissing sound.

Zhou Yixian was stunned and a little surprised.

Zhou Xiaohuan bowed slightly and took a look, "Grandpa, is what you said true or false? The poison of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect is not as strong as you said."

Zhou Yixian coughed, "Ahem, what do you know? Murong's Dou Zhuan Xing Yi is very magical. It can restrain the poison."

Murong Ji smiled and said nothing more. He found a cool place and went back to sleep.

"Little girl! You seem to be very good at fortune-telling. Then tell your fortune to Master Ye Gou."

After Zhou Xiaohuan found out what he wanted to calculate, she stared at the Wild Dog Taoist's face.

Then he said: "You have a unique face, one in a million, but it is not a face that can achieve great things. If you don't have the help of a noble person, it will be difficult for you to achieve anything in your life."

The Wild Dog Taoist's expression became more and more ugly, but he didn't say anything. He turned around and was about to leave, but Zhou Yixian grabbed him and said, "Sir, I'll give you ten taels of silver. Thank you."

The Wild Dog Taoist had an extremely gloomy expression on his face, and he pulled out his sleeves fiercely, "Woman, you are talking nonsense! How dare you take ten taels! I think you are risking your life..."

"Pay."

The Wild Dog Taoist was shocked all over, and blood slowly flowed out of his ears, mouth and eyes. He was stunned for a moment, then turned around to look at Zhou Yixian.

The terrifying appearance of the Wild Dog Taoist frightened Zhou Yixian so much that he jumped several meters away and looked at him vigilantly.

The Wild Dog Taoist looked around and saw a figure under a tree. He swallowed subconsciously, took out eight and a half taels of silver from his pocket, put it on the ground, and quickly turned around and left.

Murong Ji turned over and continued to sleep.

Zhou Yixian picked up the silver, put it in his arms, looked at Murong Ji's back, thought for a while, walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder.

"Boy, do you want a wife?"

Seeing that Murong Ji didn't say anything, he pointed at Zhou Xiaohuan and said, "Look at my granddaughter, she is such a beautiful lady. As long as you open your mouth..."

"Grandpa! What are you talking about!" Murong Ji turned over, "She is thinking about Zhang Xiaofan in her heart, and I am not a good man."

Zhou Yixian was stunned for a moment and sighed.

When I looked up again, I saw a woman in goose yellow clothes appeared beside Zhou Xiaohuan at some point.

There is affection between her eyebrows, the corners of her mouth are slightly raised, her black hair gently falls on her shoulders, and her eyes are full of water. It makes people indulge in it unconsciously.

Looking at this person, Zhou Yixian shrank his neck and turned in another direction, not wanting her to see him.

"Grandpa, are you going to the Dead Swamp?" Zhou Xiaohuan's voice rang out, and it also woke Murong Ji up.

"Go, why not! Hey, Murong boy, are you going or not?"

Murong Ji yawned, looked at Jin Ping'er, and thought for a moment, "Let's go." After helping Zhou Yixian pack his luggage, the two of them chased forward.

Along the way, Murong Ji asked Zhou Yixian many questions about astrology.

It was very similar to the astrology he learned in his previous life, but there were some differences after all. The collision of the two gave Murong Ji a lot of ideas.

Jin Ping'er, who was chatting and laughing with Zhou Xiaohuan in front, turned around and glanced at the two people behind her.

He raised his lips slightly, "Sister, how did you get together with him?"

Zhou Xiaohuan turned around and glanced at Murong Ji. He seemed to be getting along very well with his grandfather. "I met him in Dawang Village. We were acquaintances, so we left together."

Jin Ping'er didn't say much, just smiled.

Murong Ji looked around and calculated the time. If he left now, he should be able to stop Yu Yangzi who was injured by Lu Xueqi on the way. The Yin-Yang Mirror is a Nine Heavens Divine Weapon, a good thing.

"Senior, I will take my leave now. I will see you again someday and ask for your advice again."

"go Go."

Murong Ji rose from the ground and flew away into the distance.

Jin Ping'er frowned slightly and thought, but in her heart she was thinking about how to plot against him.

Before night fell, Murong Ji walked through Changsheng Hall again and scraped away every last bit of profit.

If we don't act quickly, Yu Yangzi might die at any time.

Just after landing in the shade under a hill, Murong Ji looked up at the stars in the sky. The night breeze in the swamp gently caressed and slowly brushed across his robe.

Suddenly, a sound of breaking air was heard in the distance, and a figure stood on the hill, with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, looking extraordinary.

Murong Ji frowned slightly. This is... Yu Yangzi!! What a coincidence?!!!
Soon, Yu Yangzi led his men away. Murong Ji's eyes lit up. Was he leading his men to besiege the righteous masters? ! !
Suddenly, I felt a little amused. How arrogant was Yu Yangzi? With just these few people, he wanted to wipe out all the righteous masters? ! !

Without any hesitation, Murong Ji jumped up and chased in the direction Yu Yangzi left.

The moonlight is vast, and the bright moonlight shines down, but it is a bit desolate.

The Death Swamp, which had just rained, was filled with the smell of decay, making it seem even more dead.

Murong Ji followed far behind the disciples of Changsheng Hall and came to a place outside the swamp.

The righteous place is a bottomless pit.

Murong Ji hid in the dark, looking at the camp below which was ablaze with bonfires. Roughly speaking, there were at least 500 people, all of whom were elite disciples from the three righteous sects. He saw quite a few familiar faces.

Looking around, Xiao Yicai, Fashang and Li Xun were gathered together discussing something.

[Senior Brother Xiao, the disciples of Changsheng Hall have gathered around to see if they can do something about it.]

The sound was transmitted to Xiao Yicai's ears through voice and soul searching. Murong Ji then told him the approximate layout of Changsheng Hall, especially the location of Yu Yangzi.

Xiao Yicai was shocked all over and was shocked in his heart, but his face remained expressionless. He glanced at Li Xun vaguely and lowered his eyebrows slightly. He understood what Murong Ji meant.

[The grudge between him and Li Xun is not small. ]

Xiao Yicai exhaled slowly, and then said: "You two, why don't we do this tonight..."

Nearing midnight, suddenly, shouts and screams were heard, countless magic weapons lit up, and they gathered together and rushed towards the righteous base.

Murong Ji yawned and watched Yu Yangzi rush into the Fenxiang Valley camp, killing everyone in sight. In one encounter, he took the lives of several elite disciples.

Suddenly he curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled.

This time, the casualties in Fenxiang Valley were not small.

Murong Ji jumped up the hill, stood on the high ground and looked down. He saw his cheap apprentice smashing the opponent's magic weapon with a mace, and then broke the man's ribs with great force, looking very ferocious.

The female disciple Chang Qingqing's performance was a little worse. After all, she was a girl and lacked combat experience. In the battle, she relied entirely on the advantage of her moves.

"It's interesting."

The bonfire in the camp suddenly went out. The fluorescence of the magic weapon was not as bright as the bonfire. The crowd was dense, and they were worried about hurting their own people.

In the darkness, the sound of a sword being drawn was suddenly heard. Despite the noise all around, for some reason, the sound of the sword being drawn was extremely clear.

"Zheng!"

A green light, a blue light, a golden light, a white light, a green light, and then four more rays of light lit up, a total of nine rays of light, the brightest of which was the magic weapon.

Nine rays of light lit up one by one, and in an instant they rushed towards the disciples of Changsheng Hall, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and they started fighting with unstoppable force.

They all went towards Yuyangzi.

Murong Ji stretched lazily, glanced around, and suddenly saw the figure opposite him in the moonlight.

(End of this chapter)