Chapter 561 The smell of cannon fodder hits you
If you really want her to succeed, you have to bring out some of her best skills.

Then it can only be the Tianshan Zhemei Hand and the Great Compassion Palm. The two complement each other, and there is almost no move that cannot be broken...

A few months later.

It was the New Year's Eve for humans. Murong Ji calculated the days, wanting to trade some resources with the Yang family before New Year's Eve and make the arrangements.

The day soon arrived, and this time, Murong Ji did not go into the city, but Tu Shan Rongrong, who changed into his current appearance, went to trade.

Murong Ji stood on the hill outside the city. The image of the little fox as a fool was deeply rooted in his mind. "Stupid fox, don't be fooled."

He is not worried about the upright people of the Yang family, but he is worried about being targeted by other people in the Taoist Alliance.

Time passed little by little, and finally a figure walked up from the hill. Murong Ji then let out a long sigh.

He walked up to Murong Ji and handed him an invitation without waiting for him to speak.

Murong Ji opened it with some doubt. It was a wedding invitation. On the eighth day of the sixth lunar month, the eldest daughter of the Yang family would be getting married...

"Hey, this is great news. Yang Yan is still getting married... Damn it! Such a fool! Such a fool! What the hell! A beautiful flower is stuck in cow dung?!!"

He rubbed his forehead and felt a headache. Even Buddha couldn't understand love, so how could he understand it? It was just like in his first life, when a princess from a certain star married her bodyguard.

At one point, Murong Ji thought about becoming a security guard.

It was not until the news of "bodyguard domestic violence" broke out later, and after analysis by experts, I figured out that they were trying to protect their inheritance rights...

Yang Yan... she has no right to inherit the throne!!
Just as he was thinking about it, Tu Shan Rongrong beside him suddenly tugged at his sleeve. Murong Ji came to his senses and looked in the direction of her finger.

He couldn't help but shudder, and he knew that this little fox was inexperienced in society and had been tracked here.

In front of them, not far above, two disciples of the Yiqidao League were floating on flying swords.

Murong Ji rubbed his forehead with a headache. He knew this day would come.

"Young Master Chen, our master invites you to visit the Xiao family." The disciple on the left was wearing a blue Taoist robe and seemed to have a higher level of cultivation.

Murong Ji did not respond, but turned his head to look behind him. Not far away there were two disciples of the Yiqi Dao League.

Instead, they were surrounded tightly.

Murong Ji tapped his feet lightly, but the ground beneath his feet was extremely hard and he could not escape. He then turned his head and looked into the jungle beside him. In the woods, there was a person standing there, but his attire was completely different from that of a Taoist disciple.

"Those are from the Tianmen lineage. If they want to join the Dao League, they will naturally have to obey the orders of the leader."

Murong Ji nodded. The Dao League disciple in front of him was somewhat confident. He was at the third level of Yuqing, so he couldn't use any magic, but his body was not weak.

He took out the swallowing bag tied to his wrist and found a bow and arrow. [This kind of magic weapon is rare in this world.]

"I haven't used this dragon snake bow for a long time!"

Because of the King's Sword, most humans use swords, and other types of magical weapons are mostly used by individual cultivators.

Murong Ji wanted to draw the bow to its full length, but... he was not tall enough, so he could only use his feet to push the bow.

Then he drew his arrow and went up.

Murong Ji's move was extremely fast. By the time the man had reacted, he suddenly shouted, "Sword shocks the world!"

The magic weapon under his feet instantly appeared in his hand, and he swept it across with a sword.

"Swish!" The harsh friction sound was so sharp that it was uncomfortable, but it lasted too short a time before the snake sword had already pierced the man, and the huge force sent him flying backwards.

The speed was too fast, and it took others a while to react.

Murong Ji casually shot out a long thing from his sleeve, and the person attacking from behind was tied up tightly with the rope before he could react.

【Only two are left! 】

Murong Ji's pupils shrank, and the aura around him suddenly released. He took a deep breath and held it, "Hmph! Ha!"

"The air is chilling!"

Murong Ji didn't care about the person behind him at all, nor did he have time to care. He blew air directly at the person in front of him, and in an instant, the man's soul was blown out of his body!
With a grunt and a shudder, the man's internal organs vibrated and he was injured instantly!
At this moment, the temperature of the world suddenly dropped, and the cold air behind him made people feel cold in their hearts. Murong Ji stretched out his hand backwards, but it hit Tushan Rongrong's back directly.

In a hurry, Murong Ji looked back and saw Tushan Rongrong standing with her back to him, about to face the enemy behind him.

Murong Ji's face darkened. What level is he at? Don't you know? Isn't this just making things more complicated? He grabbed her shoulders with his backhand, pulled her into his arms, and passed his hands through her shoulders.

The fight is over!

In an instant, the sword energy carrying endless coldness instantly turned back.

This scene was so shocking that the man wielding the sword was frozen by his own sword energy before he could react for a moment.

Before Murong Ji could even exhale, the Taoist alliance member behind him who had taken his breath away rushed up again.

Murong Ji used the dragon bow in his backhand. The huge bow body hit him on the head with a "snap" sound, and he immediately fainted.

After dealing with these people, Murong Ji rushed into the jungle again. The man saw Murong Ji rushing towards him, panicked, turned around and ran towards the depths of the jungle.

But Murong Ji was too agile to run away, so he simply sat cross-legged on the ground and chanted a spell. Around him, golden light curtains slowly condensed, and the surrounding land slowly gathered and turned into a high wall. Murong Ji stood in front of the several-meter-high wall, a little surprised, "Is this... Tianmen Curse?!"

I have heard that the Yiqi Dao League has such a magic. It is recorded in the book that the Tianmen lineage is far away from the human race's homeland, not under the control of Taoism, and is dedicated to guarding the human race's gate.

[The contemporary master of Tianmen Curse is that old man from Tianmen, right? ]

Murong Ji reached out and touched the wall. A golden light slowly emerged, but nothing could be seen through it. "Interesting!"

Murong Ji instantly became interested. There were many things he had never seen, but there were not many things that interested him.

After studying it for a while, Murong Ji figured it out, "After all, it's still a talisman."

Then he carved a kind of dispersing rune on the four walls, and then moved away from him. He couldn't break this kind of magic at the moment.

But it can increase the opponent's consumption.

After a few breaths, Murong Ji laughed as he looked at the wall that collapsed due to lack of magic power.

He knocked the other person unconscious with one punch, then dragged him out of the jungle and back to the small hill.

Looking at the five disciples of Yiqidao League who were held down by him.

It was clear at a glance who had the inheritance and who was a casual cultivator. Murong Ji's hands slowly emitted a blue light, and his Shuangquan Hand came in handy at this time.

First, he acquired the method of practicing the Tianmen Curse, and then various uses emerged in his mind... The collision of thoughts made Murong Ji have various ideas.

I sorted it out and recorded it, and then took a closer look. Wow, isn't this referring to Di Chenggang? ! !

Turning the ground into steel does not only mean tempering the land.

It is a means of restraining the escape technique, or in other words, a means of strengthening the defense of magic tools and magic treasures. Some are similar to the transformation of the divine machine, which completes the transformation from ordinary objects to magic tools in an instant.

This method of turning the ground into steel by pointing at it has a similar effect.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji looked at the other two people again, one was "Sword Shocks the Desolate Worlds", and the other was "Air Chills the Heaven and Earth."

The technique is good, but the person using it is too crude...

"Can you tell me your names? I'm curious about your backgrounds." Murong Ji gave a self-proclaimed kind smile.

Who would have thought that both of them would tremble at the same time.

"I am Chi Xinggu, the sword of the Yiqi Dao League that shakes the eight wastelands!"

"I am Shi Mingjun, the Lord of the Yiqi Dao League, who is as cold as the sky and the earth!"

Murong Ji: “…” The smell of cannon fodder hits him in the face. He has a big name, dies miserably, and is a standard supporting role.

"Are you from aristocratic families?"

The two nodded in unison. Oftentimes, the name of a noble family is a life-saving talisman!

In an instant, Murong Ji's eyes lit up, "So your family is very rich?"

Hearing Murong Ji ask this, the five people all breathed a sigh of relief. Murong Ji was planning to ask for a ransom.

"Little brother, if you don't mind, I still have several hundred taels of silver on me, just consider it as what I'm waiting for... Hey?!!"

As they were talking, Murong Ji stripped several people naked. Except for their underwear, the magic weapons and clothes on their bodies were neatly stacked on the ground.

The Five-Point Green Smoke Palm is Prince Duan’s unique skill.

Most Han women, in addition to their undergarments, wear a combination of shirts, jackets, gowns, jackets, and half-sleeves.

Generally speaking, it includes silk skirts, silk tops, silk socks, silk clothes, and silk pants.

Wu Luo was as light as smoke, and he took off the clothes as easily and quickly as waving away a wisp of green smoke...

Murong Ji turned around and asked, "Where is the silver essence? How much silver essence can you give to buy your life?"

Shi Mingjun's eyes fell on Tu Shan Rongrong who was tapping the silver. He was silent for a long time and still didn't say anything...

"Since you don't have money, it's easy. I'm a genuine businessman. When doing business, I value integrity. How about this? You sign an IOU for 10,000 taels of gold first."

Murong Ji took out some papers, set up restrictions, and then engraved the restrictions on the heads of five people. "Okay, the IOUs are ready. Two hundred and fifty per person. If you have money in the future, remember to pay me back."

Chi Xinggu: "Eh? Isn't that right? Why is it 250?"

Murong Ji rolled his eyes, "Interest! Idiot! When a goose passes by, it takes its legs away, and when a beast leaves, it leaves its head behind. This is my rule... What's more, you want to kill me."

"Oh, by the way, the time limit is three years. No matter what happens within three years, the curse will melt your brains. Don't blame me for not warning you."

The five people looked at each other, "You are still on the run, right? How can we find you?"

"Well, send the money to..."

(End of this chapter)