The history of counterfeit antique dealers' cottage struggle

After the crisis, the merger of the Wen clan went smoothly, and Jin Wenshe became the patriarch as he wished, but his patriarch was overwhelmed by four big mountains, and the four big mountains were the three venerables of Wenji and Shanlizong.The four of them have the responsibility of supervising the patriarch and also have the right to veto the decision of the patriarch.

Jin Wenshe couldn't think about having four more grandpas on his head. The Shanli Zong was willing to give up the position of patriarch, which was a big concession. After all, the population of the Shanli Zong was twice as large as that of the Shanwai Zong. There are more than two-thirds of the number of participants.However, Jinwen Society is not so worried that the three venerables of the Shanlizong will jointly suppress themselves. In this world, democratic voting will not be carried out on the basis of one person, one vote, and decisions will only be made based on strength. Wenji's cultivation level is much higher than that of the other three. People, as long as Wenji is his backing, Jinwenshe is not afraid that its rights will be weakened.

After the celebration banquet, Wenji went back to the cave at the back of Xiaoshishan, went into the cave to get some things, and occupied the practice room of the Jinwen Society after returning.Seeing that Wenji didn't bring out large and small bags from the cave, Jinwenshe couldn't help being a little disappointed. As a venerable with a third-level cultivation base, Wenji is too shabby.

"This is for you!" Wenji threw a jade bottle to Jinwenshe.

"Senior Ji, what kind of elixir is this?" Jin Wenshe held the jade bottle and did not open it.

"Your intensive cultivation is progressing too fast, and the meridian may not be able to bear it. This is the half bottle of repairing medicine that I used before I advanced, and the effect is good."

"The effect of the medicine is good..." Wenji has been retreating in the cave for more than 300 years, and the things he used are all more than 300 years ago. After so many years, the clothes have been weathered. The medicine is even more ancient than the clothes, at least 400 years ago. Jin Wenshe Worried that the elixir has expired and lost its effect.

"After the matter of Shengzhou is settled, you and I will go to the west. I have stored some items there, and two of them are suitable for your cultivation."

"Thank you, Senior Ji." Jin Wenshe was happy. It turned out that Wen Ji was not poor and white.

Returning to his bedroom with the jade bottle, Jin Wenshe finished his work, and his meridians were in severe pain as usual. When he opened the jade bottle given to him by Wen Ji, the fluorescent light shot out from the mouth of the bottle immediately, and a strange fragrance wafted out of his nostrils.The elixir has not deteriorated for 400 years.

After swallowing the elixir, Jin Wenshe felt that the pain in the meridians of his body was gradually decreasing, and a hot current rose from his limbs to his heart.It seems that the things that are not sold on the market are the real treasures.For example, the Feather Bird of the Yu Clan, the fine obsidian weapon of the Dragon Clan, the Jade Crystal Magical Artifact of the Ye Clan, and the elixir of Wenji.

After taking the elixir, Jin Wenshe touched the sweat on his body, as usual, it was sticky and sticky, and there was a strange smell, which was caused by the discharge of impurities in the body.The practice room was taken over by Wenji, and the shower room was of course unusable. Now that Jinwen Society finished practicing, they always went to Elder Hao's house to pour water directly from a wooden bucket to take a shower.

"She, Ji Zun wants to live in your practice room, did he fancy your bathroom?" Wen Gu muttered while helping Jin Wenshe carry water.In Xiaoshishan, only the Jinwen Society is poor, and has specially built a shower room for bathing. Other practitioners just carry a bucket of water and pour water after they finish their cultivation.

"It's just my bathroom? No way!" Jin Wenshe thought that Wen Ji lived with him because of his great-grandfather. Being able to fight side by side with his great-grandfather must have had a good friendship. After being an old friend, of course, he would look at him differently.

"Do you want to build a big shower room for Ji Zun? This way Ji Zun doesn't have to care about your practice room, and saves you from running out to take a shower."

"No! Our tribe is not well-off now, so we must save if we can." Jin Wenshe immediately objected, living with Wen Ji would help deepen the relationship, and Wen Ji's support is too much needed now.

Wen Gu raised his mouth, disapproving. There are tens of thousands of Zijing in the secret room. How can there be no money? Jin Wenshe hurriedly repaired the bathroom for himself first, wouldn't he be poor then!

"Wen Ji! Come out for me!"

"Wenji! Don't hide, I know you're out of customs!"

As soon as Jin Wenshe took a shower and put on his clothes, he heard a loud noise from the sky outside.He and Wen Gu rushed out of the room, only to see a long-haired man in black standing in the middle of Xiaoshishan.

The man had dark blue hair, bewitching facial features, and a slender figure. He held a blue obsidian sword in his hand, and was searching for Wenji.

"He...he...he can fly like Ji Zun, is he sent by the Yu clan?" Wen Gu saw the man in black in mid-air, and quickly hid behind the Jinwen Society, Emma, ​​this man is really ugly.

"It's not the venerable Yu clan." The hair of the Yu clan people is seven-colored.

"Then who is he?"

"It should be the patriarch of the Dragon Clan." Apart from Wenji, there are only three people in the Hundred Clans Continent who have reached the third level, two from the Yu Clan and one from the Dragon Clan.

The man in black gave the visitor an unfriendly aura, and Jin Wenshe felt quite bad.

"Wenji! If you can't come out, don't come out again, don't blame me for leveling this small rock mountain!" The man in black not only threatened verbally, but also slashed towards the small rock mountain with the Qingyao sword in his hand, splitting off a corner of the rock, causing a wave of panic on the small rock mountain. flustered...

"Long Kun! Stop!" Wen Ji, dressed in white brocade, flew out of the stone house of Jinwen Society, holding in his hand the obsidian sword that Jinwen Society bought in Chunyu Tower.

Wenji's weapon was damaged in the 300-year-old division competition. After the competition, he was seriously injured and recuperated. He didn't have a weapon at hand. He heard Long Kun yelling outside, because he was delayed for a while looking for weapons.

"Ji, you're always like this. If you don't force you, just ignore me." Seeing Wen Ji appearing, Long Kun smiled.The Jinwen Society below shuddered when he heard it, how could this sound like the tone of a complaining woman!

"Long Kun! Tell me, what do you want!" Wen Ji had no expression on his face, he didn't look like an enemy, a friend, or a lover.

"Ji doesn't know what I want to do?" Long Kun was surprised.

"I haven't seen you for more than 300 years, are you still delusional?" Wen Ji had a trace of contempt on his face.

"Why is it delusional? I don't believe I will lose to you this time!" Long Kun was full of confidence.

"Then try it!" After Wenji finished speaking, he drew out the obsidian sword from Jinwenshe.

"Let's agree first! If you lose, give me a pressure, and if I lose, I will promise you a request." Seeing the weapon in Wen Ji's hand, Long Kun became more confident. Stone sword, the grade is ten times better.

Wen Ji snorted coldly, ignored Long Kun, but looked at Jin Wenshe.

"She, don't let people go to the battlefield."

After Wen Ji finished speaking, he turned his hand and flew to the southeast of Bifeng Mountain, which was the junction of Bifeng Mountain and the Tong tribe. Except for the robbers, there were no tribesmen living there, and it could be a battleground for him and Long Yao.

Seeing the two figures in the sky flying towards the southeast, Wen Gu stretched out his head from behind Jin Wenshe, his two long ears kept shaking. "She! This ugly monster came here to fight, what do you want to do to us Ji Zun if you win?" Wen Gu didn't understand Long Kun's request for victory. Wen Gu was relatively simple and didn't understand the meaning of pressing.

"The ugly monster is dreaming of wishful thinking." From the perspective of Jinwenshe, Long Kun is no match for the ugly monster, but Jinwenshe thinks that Wen Gu's description this time is very appropriate. Long Kun is the ugly monster who wants to eat swan meat.

Wen Ji flew to a sparsely populated place without warning Long Kun, and directly slashed at Long Kun who had just arrived with the obsidian sword in his hand with fierce sword energy.Long Kun was familiar with Wen Ji's way of doing things long ago, and had expected it in his heart. Seeing the sword qi attacking, he swung his weapon to defuse it, only to hear a loud bang, and the two zhenqi collided in mid-air. There was a flash of light, and the flash split the treetops.

Jin Wenshe and Wen Gu originally wanted to follow along to watch the fun, but before they reached the foot of the mountain, they saw lightning and thunder in the southeast direction. Only then did they understand why Wen Ji ordered to prevent the tribal people from entering the station. It is very dangerous within the scope of the third-order cultivation base.

Fearing that someone would get injured by entering the battle field by mistake, Jin Wenshe hurriedly found Wen Bin and ordered Wen Bin to lead a hunting team to block all major roads in the southeast.

"What happened?"

The huge movement in the southeast attracted everyone from the Shanli sect. The great venerable found the Jinwen Society and asked anxiously.

"Master Kun of the Dragon Clan came to find Senior Ji's fighting skills."

"The patriarch of the dragon clan is here? He came so fast." The anxious expression on the face of the great venerable disappeared, and he became a bit gossip.

Unable to enter the battlefield to watch the battle, everyone found a high ground far away from the scope of Fa Dou Jianqi to watch the battle.Although the distance is far away, the faces of the two people who are fighting cannot be seen clearly, but the clothes they are wearing are one white and the other black, so they are easy to identify.

"Senior Ji is a bit timid." Jin Wenshe saw that Wen Ji never confronted Long Kun's sword energy head-on.

"That's a disadvantage in weapons. If you don't relieve your strength like this, Ji Zun's sword will break." The great venerable has the strongest spiritual power and can see the way.

"How is that good? Senior Ji should have passed the test after entering the stage. Long Kun was at the third stage a hundred years ago. So, if Senior Ji's psychic power is not as deep as Long Kun's, the magic weapon in his hand is still a bit worse now. Big cut, this competition..." Wen Xin, the closed disciple of the Great Venerable, was analyzing.

Hearing Wen Xin's analysis, the hearts of the spectators immediately rose. They didn't want their side to be defeated. When they watched the battle again, they became nervous. Every time Wen Ji evaded, everyone would exclaim.

"Crack!" The obsidian sword in Wenji's hand shattered amidst everyone's worries.

"Haha! Ji's weapon is too shabby, why don't you go back to Guanhai Realm with me now and choose another treasure that you can handle well." Long Kun smiled seductively.

"No need!" Wen Ji threw the residual obsidian sword to the ground, turned his energy into a sword with luck in his palms, and attacked Long Kun fiercely.

Long Kun underestimated the enemy for a moment, and a strand of hair was cut off by Wen Ji's sword energy.

"Is it true that you have retreated for more than 300 years to heal your wounds?" Long Kun, who was embarrassed to avoid it, was surprised. Wenji's psionic energy was slightly better than him. This is not like retreating for more than 300 years, but more like retreating for more than 300 years.

Wen Ji still ignored Long Kun, the inferior weapon was broken, and instead he let go of his hands and feet, the spiritual energy from his palm became stronger every time, and the true energy that struck Long Kun became more and more fierce, and Long Kun was at a disadvantage for a while.

The forced Long Kun simply put away the Qingyao sword and fought with his bare hands. This time, Long Kun did not reserve his strength against Wenji, but fought with all his strength.

The people watching the battle on the high slope in the distance didn't know why, but felt that the two people without weapons fought more fiercely. The trees on the battle site were swept up and down by the true energy, and there were many deep pits on the ground for no reason.

The scene of third-tier masters fighting each other is rare in a hundred years. At the beginning, the Wen people in Bifeng Mountain were still worried about Wenji, and they were nervous when watching it. Slowly relax, watching the game began to bring the mentality of watching the excitement.

"Here, society!" Wen Gu handed Jin Wenshe a piece of deep-fried potato cake stuffed with pork. The two third-tier venerables fought for a day. The ordinary people watching the battle from a distance were hungry, and many people couldn't help being hungry. , They went home one after another to fill their stomachs and come back again.Jin Wenshe did not leave, and he benefited a lot from this once-in-a-century battle, and he was able to understand the way of fighting from it.

Jin Wenshe was fascinated by it, Wen Gu handed him food, took it and stuffed it into his mouth unconsciously.

"When will the fight have a result?" Wen Gu yawned, his power cultivation was too low, and he couldn't see the fighting process of the fighters clearly. meaning.The moon above has risen to mid-air, midnight has passed, and the two people in the southeast corner are still going back and forth vigorously.

"The two are evenly matched. If you don't fight until your spiritual energy is exhausted, it is estimated that there will be no winner." The great venerable, like Jin Wenshe, watched with relish.

"Oops!" Jin Wenshe suddenly slapped his thigh.

"What's wrong?" The eyes of the people next to him turned to Jin Wenshe, and even Wen Gu woke up from his confusion.

"Will someone take advantage of the time when Senior Ji and the patriarch of the Dragon Clan are fighting for both sides to make a sneak attack?"

The two venerables laughed: "There will be no such situation. Who dares to attack the patriarch of the Dragon Clan? Unless he doesn't want his life."

The news of the battle between Wenji and Long Kun had already alarmed Shengzhou City. Yu Jie immediately took the city lord of Shengzhou to watch the battle on the border of the Tong clan in a flying bird. He wanted to launch a sneak attack, but the people from Chunyu Tower were densely patrolling the border , the host, Tong Han, issued Dragon Clan notices over and over again, prohibiting anyone from entering the battle field, and those who do not listen to dissuasion to enter will become enemies of the Dragon Clan.