Chapter 432: Old bastard! Bull nose!
"It looks like he's still following the path of the Shenxiao Sect."

"From childhood to adulthood, I can trace his growth. There is no sign of him practicing in the mountains. I am very curious about who his master is."

Lu Jin took a deep breath and propped his hands on the guardrail of the platform. "I do have some information. This guy is not only a weapon refiner, but may also be an alchemist."

"His file has been modified. The company protects it strictly and there is no way to view it. This just confirms my guess."

The old Taoist priest said nothing, but lowered his head in deep thought.

Murong Ji whispered to Jiang Beibei about the situation on the battlefield, constantly analyzing for her how to deal with various situations.

She doesn't understand it yet, but it will influence her subtly. This kind of training is very important. If it is in the world of immortal cultivation, this kind of teaching is almost unnecessary.

Many things can be engraved in a child's genes through genetic information.

It’s no longer possible now. Strictly speaking, Jiang Beibei is not his daughter, but they are related by blood, so she cannot inherit his talent.

"Beibei, go and watch Xiao Xiao's breathing. The operation of the body's skills is often reflected in the breathing. This law can be reflected in the rhythm of the battle imperceptibly."

"You have to seize this gap in attack, that's the best time to counterattack..."

Qu Tong stood aside and listened carefully. It was almost impossible for her to fight and become a master, but it was possible for her to learn some things for self-defense.

"Look! The child's soul is gone!!"

"Oh no! What should I do? This..."

"Oh my god! I blew away my own soul!"

Murong Ji looked up and frowned slightly.

"Husband?!" Qu Tong pulled his clothes and couldn't help but feel anxious. This Xiao Xiao was reserved by her! How could something go wrong?

"No rush, let's take a look first." Murong Ji watched Zhuge Qing jump off the platform and began to set up the formation.

Four plates of harmony!
Murong Ji smiled, held his daughter in his arms, pointed downward and said: "Beibei, look, this is the formation!"

"That is your father's most proud ability. When you cultivate it to the extreme, you can force others to use their ways for your own benefit. What you have created is a whole new world!"

Regardless of whether Jiang Beibei understood or not, Murong Ji used soul-searching to engrave his words in her heart, hoping that one day in the future, she would suddenly understand.

The proudest thing for a father is that his children not only inherit the family business but also his will.

Wang Ye to Zhuge Qing.

When Murong Ji talked about formations, he couldn't help himself. This was the area he was best at, and he was eager to cram what he had learned into Jiang Beibei's mind.

This desire to talk is somewhat uncontrollable.

"Husband!" Qu Tong was a little worried. She could teach the child slowly. Seeing Jiang Beibei getting more and more painful, she snatched Beibei from Murong Ji's arms and said, "Husband! What are you doing?!"

Murong Ji came back to his senses and looked at Qu Tong who was constantly comforting Jiang Beibei. He sighed softly. In his previous life, he and Lu Xueqi had only one daughter, but she inherited Lu Xueqi's path.

He passed on all his skills to his disciples, which was quite good. However, no one inherited his formation skills, which was a bit of a pity for him.

Now that Baibai has a daughter, he is eager to...

"There's still time, take your time."

Qu Tong looked at her daughter in her arms, her eyes flashed, and then she curled the corners of her mouth.

The fight between Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing became more and more intense. Of course, that was in Murong Ji's eyes. In fact, the people around them found it very boring.

"A divine dragon carried a map out of Luoshui, and a colorful phoenix held a book in the blue clouds. He ordered Feng Hou to interpret it into a text, and the Dunjia Qimen began from then on."

Murong Ji's mumbling made Qu Tong shudder all over. Suddenly she remembered something and quickly lowered her head.

Murong Ji didn't care much about these strange men and Dunjia. There were more formations and numerology than just these strange men and Dunjia.

Rumor has it that there were 4,320 games of Qi Men Dun Jia created, which were later summarized by Feng Hou to 1,080 games.

After several generations, it was passed down to countless geniuses such as Jiang Ziya, Zhang Liang, Zhuge Liang, Liu Bowen, etc., and was modified again and again until it became the set of standard techniques we have today.

If he had not seen the Zhu Xian Sword Formation, the Eight Evils Mysterious Fire Formation and other formations, he would definitely regard this Qi Men Dun Jia as a treasure.

Now, in his eyes, this Qimen situation is too rigid, especially Zhuge Qing's technique, which is rigid to the extreme.

Once a formation becomes rigid, it will lose its power.

"Next game! Feng Shayan versus Jia Zhengliang!"

Murong Ji suddenly remembered that he still had to help Lu Jin catch Li Muxuan. He glanced at Qu Tong and asked, "You have a large influence overseas?"

Qu Tong was startled, her face a little stiff, and after a moment of silence, she said, "Well, with the support of the company, it is indeed quite large."

"Then, can you help me find someone?"

Qu Tong suddenly laughed, stretched out her hand to touch her hair, and snuggled up to Murong Ji intimately, "Husband, just tell me directly, why do we need to discuss it? Who do you think we should look for?" "The evil boy with all his characteristics, Li Muxuan."

Murong Ji touched Jiang Beibei's little head and saw that she was staring straight down. "Yesterday, I made a deal with Lu Jin and got the Tongtian Scroll and the Third Level of Nisheng from him."

"He put forward two conditions. The first was to teach Lu Lin and Lu Linglong a lesson, and the second was to capture Li Muxuan."

The smile on Qu Tong's face became even bigger. "Okay, my husband has asked me to do it, but you have to give me some time."

Murong Ji nodded and said, "Let me know if there is any news and I will go there."

Looking at the arena, Murong Ji was thinking about another magic weapon in his heart, the Qiankun Mirror, which was the core he used to modify the Zhuxian Sword Formation in his previous life. It can be said to be the most complete Qiankun Reincarnation Disk.

With its help and relying on his familiarity with the Book of Changes, he was able to barely deduce Li Muxuan's whereabouts, so that a half-baked person like himself would not be completely in the dark.

[I wonder if there is any suitable material in this world.] After thinking for a while, he walked towards Xu Laosi.

He has many connections, so if he asks someone to keep an eye out for rare materials, he will buy them for a large sum of money.

After Murong Ji came back, Qu Tong couldn't wait to point to the field, "Hubby, look at that windswallow!"

Murong Ji looked over and saw that Feng Shayan's body seemed to be a phantom, slowly dissipating, but the fist attack did not stop.

"Are you interested in this move? Space travel!" Qu Tong was attracted by Feng Shayan's ability. If this method was used well, it would be a BUG ability.

Murong Ji, however, looked indifferent, "Fei Changfang whipped the Hundred Ghosts, lost his talisman, and was killed by the Hundred Ghosts. The disadvantages are too great, it's not worth it."

Qu Tong was startled. She believed in Murong Ji's judgment, but she was unwilling to give up. "How could... this ability..."

Murong Ji said calmly, "Fei Changfang was studying with Hu Gong. Hu Gong asked him what he wanted, and he said, 'I want to see the whole world.' Hu Gong gave him a whip that could shrink the earth. When he wanted to reach a certain place, it would be right in front of him."

"Fei Changfang has an ability that allows him to travel a thousand miles a day. But no one has seen him fly, so it can only be a space escape technique, a space escape technique, just like the ability of Fengshayan."

"He also got the magic talisman, which he used to whip hundreds of ghosts and drive the community gods. The ghosts and gods had grievances against him, so he lost the magic talisman and was killed by the ghosts. Why do you think he didn't escape?"

Qu Tong frowned, she remembered that when Feng Baobao broke into the Tianxia Association that day, Murong Ji shot a stream of Yin energy into Feng Shayan's body, and then all her means were lost and she was seriously injured immediately.

His brows relaxed slightly, and then he slowly said, "Is it the tricks set up by those evil spirits and the community that made Fei Changfang's escape technique ineffective?"

Murong Ji nodded, "To travel through space, you need a stable passage. If you don't have the ability to stabilize the space, you will definitely be strangled by the space. No matter how good Fei Changfang is, he is a disciple of Hu Gong, a great man."

"How could a powerful disciple not have the means to protect himself when facing hundreds of ghosts?"

"Brother Murong! Are you saying that my sister can't learn our family's inherited craft because of her innate ability?!!"

Murong Ji and Qu Tong turned around and saw a young man of about eighteen or nineteen years old next to him, who was listening with great interest. It must be said that this little guy was very good-looking.

"You are? Chairman Feng's youngest son?"

"Hey, my name is Feng Xingtong. My dad said you're amazing, and asked me and my sister to interact with you more. It will be very helpful for our growth."

Murong Ji was speechless. This kid was too honest. For an old fox like him, almost no acting could deceive him. Fake was fake, and it was obvious at first glance.

Feng Xingtong is really... naive.

Simply put, it means that they have not been beaten by society.

"The fourth match! Lu Linglong versus Zhang Lingyu!"

A broadcast sounded, and Murong Ji no longer had any interest in the competition on the field. When he heard the report of the battle between Lu Linglong and Zhang Lingyu, he walked towards that direction.

He wanted to see Lu Linglong's background. Feng Xingtong saw Murong Ji leaving and hurriedly followed him.

Qu Tong looked at Feng Shayan deeply and said lightly, "What a pity." He still wanted to recruit Feng Shayan under his command, and then he raised his foot and followed Murong Ji.

As soon as Murong Ji arrived at the competition venue, he heard a thunder. He looked down and saw that Lu Linglong was struck and her whole body was burnt. She fainted.

Murong Ji: "..."

The match ended so unexpectedly that he was speechless. There was a huge gap in strength, but it could be so outrageous!

"The winner is Zhang Lingyu!"

Murong Ji's mouth twitched, and he glanced at the old Taoist priest standing beside him. Just as he was about to say something, the old Taoist priest suddenly said, "The Quan Xing people may have gone up the mountain. They have lived in Longhu Mountain for so long. You have to help."

Murong Ji was startled, "Of course, I heard that Quan Xing has several good players?"

The old Taoist priest chuckled and said, "Ask your wife, why ask me what I am doing?"

"You old bastard! You have a bull nose!"

A roar was heard, Murong Ji turned his head and saw Lu Jin's face full of anger, rushing over, "Look at my Five Thunder Talisman!"

(End of this chapter)