Chapter 434: Fat Meat Delivered to Your Mouth
"I want you to protect my direct descendants during your lifetime."

Liu Kunsheng suddenly fell silent. It was okay for them to be from a family, as long as they were all under his watch, helping each other in their practice, there was nothing wrong with it.

Now, there is suddenly one more cause and effect, which is not good for his practice.

"I will think about it."

"Okay." As soon as the words fell, countless evil spirits were absorbed into the Ghost Seal. Murong Ji put away the Ghost Seal, and in an instant, Liu Kunsheng returned to Feng Xingtong's hands.

Murong Ji glanced outside the courtyard and said in a deep voice, "Everyone go away."

Watching everyone leave, Feng Xingtong bowed to Murong Ji, then knelt on the ground with a thump, "Brother Murong, please accept me as your disciple."

Murong Ji's face darkened. He waved his hand and an invisible force directly knocked him out of the yard.

Looking up, he saw a man standing at the gate of the yard, leaning on a cane, looking at him kindly. Beside him, there was another person, Wang Bing.

"Mr. Murong, do you want to accept a disciple? What do you think of my grandson?" Wang Ai pushed Wang Bing hard, and Wang Bing slid down and knelt in front of Murong Ji.

He also obeyed and kowtowed with a playful look on his face, "Disciple greets Master." After he finished speaking, he glanced at Qu Tong.

"Snapped!"

Murong Ji slapped Wang Bing's face, turning it purple. He sneered and said, "Who do you think you are? How dare you call me Master?"

Wang Bing's eyes were full of sinisterness. Seeing Murong Ji immediately endured it, he showed a somewhat ugly smile, "Brother Murong."

"Snapped!"

Murong Ji raised his left hand and slapped him again, symmetrically, "I am of the same generation as your great grandfather, you can call me Big Brother!"

Wang Bing clenched his fists tightly, wanting to explode, but he didn't dare to do anything to Murong Ji. He could only stare coldly at Qu Tong and Jiang Beibei in her arms.

Murong Jiji picked up the teacup and looked at Wang Bing with a smile, not worried at all. After putting down the teacup, he looked at Wang Ai who was standing outside the yard and said slowly: "Grandpa Wang is a good parent."

"Hehe, he's just a kid, I'm a little spoiled, please forgive me, Brother Murong."

Murong Ji smiled and said, "Well, I will give Mr. Wang a favor today. I will accept you as my registered disciple. From now on, you will stay by my side."

Qu Tong was stunned and looked at Murong Ji in surprise. She thought that with Murong Ji's temper, he would turn hostile directly.

But he didn't say anything, and his eyes looked at Wang Bing with a somewhat cold look.

"My dear grandson, why don't you kowtow and become my disciple!"

As soon as he finished speaking, suddenly an invisible force pressed down on Wang Bing. Wang Bing wanted to resist, but he was like a puppet and could do nothing.

"Great grandfather..." Before he could finish his words, his throat seemed to be choked by something and he couldn't utter a word.

"Pfft!"

Wang Bing knelt down on the ground and hit his head with a bang, causing blood to flow from his head and he passed out.

Murong Ji then said calmly: "It's enough that the gift has arrived, why is it so real?"

"Mr. Wang, we are a family from now on. I also like Wang Bing, this child. Our two families should visit each other often."

After Murong Ji finished speaking, he didn't care about Wang Ai's reaction. He grabbed the unconscious Wang Bing and threw him directly at Wang Ai.

Wang Ai held the crutch in one hand and used his free right hand to catch Wang Bing's crutch, releasing the force and holding him steadily. His face suddenly became gloomy, but he couldn't say anything.

"Brother Murong really gives me face."

"That's right. Who is Patriarch Wang? He has always taken good care of me. When I heard your name, Wang Ai, I naturally had to take better care of you."

"Brother Murong, our Wang family will remember your kindness."

"Yeah, yeah, got it." Murong Ji waved his hand nonchalantly.

After seeing everyone off, Murong Ji continued to lie on the recliner, supervising Jiang Beibei to complete his evening lessons.

"It would be great if this Soul-Catching and General-Sending Technique could directly capture the enemy's soul, or directly control the opponent's body."

As soon as Murong Ji finished speaking, he suddenly sat up and thought about it carefully. It seemed that this might actually work!

However, now he doesn’t know how to practice the art of summoning spirits and sending generals.

Liangshan is where the Yi people live together. Like the Miao people, it has its own culture and heritage, which is extremely ancient.

Qu Tong closed her notebook and watched Murong Ji continue to lie down and think. Her eyes lit up, a little surprised and a little excited.

“Detain the spirit and send the general. Send the general… Feng Tianyang, what a pity…”

"Husband? What did you find?"

"No, I still need to look at the specific techniques."

The next morning.

Murong Ji arrived at the competition venue, looked at today's match list, and walked towards the stands of the competition venue.

Not long after, Zhang Chulan was seen entering the venue and stood there waiting for a long time.

"Wudang Wang Ye, come in quickly!"

"Wudang Wang Ye, come in quickly!"

Murong Ji's mouth twitched. Why did he suddenly come here to watch the game? ! ! Just as he was about to get up, he saw Wang Ye running into the field desperately, with Feng Baobao chasing after him...

Murong Ji: "..." Famous scene, rarely seen...

Murong Ji sat down. He wanted to see what choice Wang Ye would make for Zhang Chulan.

By now, many people have no way out.

Wang Ye exposed Feng Hou Qi Men and fell into endless troubles...

Zhuge Qing was filled with jealousy, and on the brink of life and death, he burned with the Samadhi True Fire...

Zhang Chulan keeps searching for the Jiashen Rebellion and can't stop...

The fate of many people changed accordingly.

Murong Ji suddenly remembered Zhou Yixian's words, "What I can't see through is this reincarnation." At this moment, could it be a new reincarnation?

Thirty-six thieves!
"The past cannot be changed, but the future can be changed." Murong Ji said slowly as he looked at the two people who were eating steamed buns below.

In Wang Ye’s understanding, the future can be predicted, but what happened in the past is difficult to predict.

Murong Ji didn't think so. He knew someone, Zhou Xiaohuan. This girl could only calculate things in the past, and she was very accurate!

"Uh, you came to a place like this to eat and chat, brother, you lost to this weirdo."

Murong Ji turned his head and saw Zhuge Qing not far from them.

Then Zhuge Qing said: "It's not just me who lost, but also the Wuhou Sect's Qimen..."

Murong Ji was startled, but was somewhat speechless...

It is extremely difficult for ordinary people to surpass the aristocratic families. This is the law of nature.

There is a saying that is very true: How can the efforts of one generation exceed the accumulation of at least three generations of others?

Unless... unless you can take advantage of the great power of heaven and earth and rise up with it. Wudang Zhou Sheng, I don't know what kind of power he borrowed from the ancestor to bring this Fenghou Qimen back to the world.

[Tongtian Valley?] Murong Ji didn’t know what the relationship was between this Tongtian Valley and the Tongtian Valley he built in the Tianlong World, but he wanted to go and take a look.

"It's boring...let's go."

Murong Ji picked up Jiang Beibei and walked towards another venue. Calculating the time, the first game there was about to end.

Qu Tong glanced at Zhuge Qing, then at Wang Ye, and was a little confused. Why did she always feel that Murong Ji looked down on these two people?

Fenghou Qimen, the magic is mysterious. In Murong Ji's eyes, why is it not as attractive as Juling Lings and Sending Generals?

Watching Murong Ji walking away, he didn't think any more and ran a few steps to catch up with him.

Murong Ji was standing at the edge of the stands when he saw Feng Xingtong walking into the stadium.

Then Wang Bing walked into the arena. At this time, the bruises on Wang Bing's face were gone. It was unknown what secret medicine he had used that could reduce swelling and dissipate blood stasis overnight.

Looking up, Wang Ai was not far away, looking at the stands with a kind face. Noticing Murong Ji's gaze, he turned his head and smiled gently.

As soon as the competition started, Feng Xingtong began to prepare to invite the spirit to possess him.

"You evil beast! Come quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Kunsheng's force that was rushing into Feng Xingtong's body suddenly stopped.

Qu Tong gasped, "Husband! This is... to arrest the spirits and send the generals!"

Murong Ji nodded, but did not say anything. He just watched quietly. He had to admit that Wang Bing's method of summoning spirits and sending generals still had some merit.

Liu Kunsheng's roars and cries of pain continued to be heard. The struggle to capture spirits and send generals had caused him considerable damage.

The demonic energy was spreading in the void, which was the result of his many years of cultivation.

[Murong boy, are you just going to watch me die here?! ]

Murong Ji was startled. This demon had some skills. He could even transmit sound over a thousand miles. [Don't worry. You are destined to have this disaster. Let's see what Feng Xingtong is like first. Don't worry!]

Liu Kunsheng's huge snake head barely turned, he turned his eyes away, glanced at Feng Xingtong, and said nothing more.

Although he felt physical pain and a soul-tearing feeling that made him helpless, he was not panicked in his heart. With Murong Ji watching over him, he was not panicked either.

"Hahaha! Come on! I've had enough of eating that crap!" Wang Bing's smile was a little crazy, and he couldn't suppress his madness and cruelty. "If I eat this evil beast, I will be invincible in the world! Ahaha!"

Murong Ji sneered. If there were shortcuts to practicing cultivation, there would have been cultivators all over the world.

"Look for an opportunity to make plans. The downfall of the Wang family is inevitable. This piece of fat meat is right in front of us. It would be a waste if we don't eat it."

Qu Tong was startled. How did Murong Ji make that judgment? After thinking for a while, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she had the answer in her mind, "Is it the method of subduing the spirit?"

"Ah."

Qu Tong thought about it carefully and figured out the reason. In Murong Ji's practice concept, essence, energy and spirit all need to be pure and refined. Only in this way can they be combined into a pill.

The reason why I can stay with him is because they already have an intimate relationship and he doesn't want to find someone else.

Qu Tong exhaled slowly and looked at the competition field below the stage. "Wang Bing's hot temper is also related to the method of subduing the spirit?"

Murong Ji nodded and said lightly, "Fei Changfang."

Qu Tong frowned, then relaxed her brows. Fei Changfang was killed by ghosts. She suddenly had a guess. After serving ghosts for a long time, his soul was infected. Was he a human or a ghost?

(End of this chapter)