Ji Wuyu was sitting on the side holding the animal head wine glass: "Maybe Ji Yichuan asked his son to try it in advance. After all, even if it fails, Ji Ning can try again four years later."
Ji Lie nodded.
"They have two chances, but we can't lose even one." Ji Lie showed a smile, "Fortunately, I adopted my adopted son 'Zu' back then."
Immediately Ji Lie said to the servant beside him: "Let Li come to see me!"
"Yes, master." The barefoot maid bowed back.
A moment later, a tall young man wearing golden fur strode in. This young man was imposing, his face was covered with a layer of golden fluff, and his eyes were also faintly golden. Unlike ordinary people, he was always burdened with A straight black knife.
The whole person strode in... At first glance, it looked like a thin golden retriever in the shape of a human being. Although he was only thirteen years old, he was slightly taller than Ji Lie.
"Father." He called out respectfully.
"Huh." Ji Lie looked at his adopted son and nodded with satisfaction, "The Golden Sword Ceremony is held every four years, and I will arrange for someone to sign up for you to participate in this Golden Sword Ceremony. I only have one request... to win the Golden Sword! "
"Yes." Gu's voice was deep and deep.
"Yeah." Ji Lie nodded in satisfaction. He has adopted many adoptive sons, but very few of them satisfied him. He is the one that makes him extremely satisfied. This time, let him go to the Golden Sword Ceremony to hinder Ji Ning. Ji Lie Also has full confidence.
Ji Lie continued: "This time, what you need to be careful of is Ji Yichuan's only son, Ji Ning! Although he has never experienced a real life-and-death struggle, after all, he is practicing our Ji family's most top method and unique knowledge. Although the method I taught you is top-notch, it is still slightly inferior to his."
Wei nodded.
He understood that he was just an adopted son. And what about Ji Ning? But the only son of Dripping Sword Ji Yichuan is the most promising successor of the Palace Master. The difference in status between the two is too great, Ji Ning can easily obtain the top method of the Ji family, but it is impossible for him, an adopted son, to obtain the strongest method of a tribe.
"And Ji Ning has just reached the realm of the unity of human and sword this year." Ji Lie looked at his adopted son, "You must not be careless."
"Your son will definitely win." Wei said in a low voice.
…
The Golden Sword Ceremony begins!
A large number of tribal teenagers continued to fight from the bottom, one by one was eliminated, and the stronger ones stayed. After more than a month of fighting, the eight strongest teenagers were finally selected. To be precise... Seven teenagers were selected in the final, and the other one was Ji Ning who was directly selected as the top eight without going through the competition!
Ji Ning, the only son of the dripping sword Ji Yichuan! A young genius from Ji's West Mansion.
According to what the Ji Clan's West Mansion said to the public, Ji Ning was very strong, so he didn't need to compete at the lower level, and directly got a top eight spot.
anger
Injustice
"Hmph, wait until the last day, and meet seven other opponents, this Ji Ning must have lost miserably."
"It's really unscrupulous!"
"Lost Ji's face!"
Some tribal youths muttered secretly, as for the news that Ji Ning had reached the state of "human-sword union", few tribal youths knew about it.
…
"Huh, huh, huh~~~" the battle flag fluttered.
The howling cold wind can't extinguish the heat in the hearts of countless people, because today is the last day of the Golden Sword Ceremony!
In the center of the vast training ground of the Martial Palace, there was a huge battle platform, and under the platform stood eight tribal youths, one of whom was Ji Ning who was wearing an animal skin. On the outside, there are a large number of black armored guards surrounding the battle platform, so that the tens of thousands of tribal youths and people from Xifu City who have gathered to watch the battle dare not take a step beyond the thunder pool.
"coming."
"The inborn beings are here."
The tens of thousands of spectators gathered were all excited. The Golden Sword Ceremony lasted for so many days. Usually there are not so many spectators, but today is special! Because today is the last day of the Golden Sword Ceremony, the final eight will have a final competition to select the strongest to win the Golden Sword.
On the last day of the Golden Sword Ceremony, many legendary innate creatures will come to watch the battle!
"The one riding the long-necked beast is the Skyfire Hammer."
"The one riding a white tiger is the number one archer in the Ji Clan's West Mansion!"
"Then, that's Vulcan Ji Lie!"
"Look, Dripping Sword! The one with the big snow-white dog beside him is Ji Yichuan the Dripping Sword! The big snow-white dog beside him is the innate spirit beast 'Bai Shui Ze'."
"Master!"
"Mansion Master Ji Youyang also appeared."
"Why are there so many innate creatures? There are too many."
"So many innate creatures!"
…
There was an uproar, and there was madness.
After all, the Golden Sword Ceremony is held every four years, and usually only a few innate beings come here to watch the battle, but this time many legendary existences, such as Ji Yichuan, the first person in the Ji family's West Mansion who has always been mysterious, also came. The arrogant Vulcan Ji Lie also came!
The top ten deacons all came, and none of them was absent.
Because this time is not only the Golden Sword Ceremony, but more importantly... this is a test battle for the candidates for the Palace Master! As long as Ji Ning wins the golden sword, he will be the next Palace Master. This involved the important matter of the Palace Master's succession, naturally most of the innate creatures in the entire Ji Clan's West Mansion were present.
"Today is the last day of the Golden Sword Ceremony." A cold voice sounded, and a long-haired woman glowing with blue light stood on the battle platform, "Now, invite eight young men to the battle platform."
brush! brush! brush! brush! brush! brush! brush! brush!
Eight figures jumped onto the battle stage one after another.
Ji Ning took a glance and found that the other seven opponents were almost all looking at him. Obviously, being the only one among the top eight who was directly appointed by default without having to fight at the bottom, it caused the rejection of these seven opponents.
"You think I do?" Ji Ning curled his lips, and he was directly selected as the top eight, which was completely determined by the house master Ji Youyang, "But these seven guys are really tall, even if they are women, the shortest one is one meter Seven. Slightly taller than me... oh, that stupid big man is probably 2.3 meters."
Although they are all teenagers, after all, they are all successful in cultivation, most of them are close to sixteen years old, only Ji Ning is only ten years old, naturally he is the thinnest.
"The eight of you will fight one by one. The loser will go, and the winner will stay. The top four will be determined. After that, the top two will be determined, and finally the strongest will be determined." The long-haired woman said graciously.
Ji Ning and the other seven teenagers all listened.
suddenly-
"Stop!" A cold voice sounded.
Tens of thousands of tribal youths and Xifu city residents who watched the battle followed the sound, and even the long-haired woman frowned and looked back. She was also an innate creature of the Ji family's Xifu after all, and it was only because it was the last day that she came to host. Who interrupted at this time? When she turned her head to look... it was a cold man in white animal skin who spoke.
The long-haired woman trembled.
"It's Ji Yichuan, the dripping sword."
"Dripping sword."
"The Dripping Sword stands there like a huge iceberg, and I feel chills in my heart." Many people who watched the battle had excitement in their eyes. Every innate creature is like a god and demon, and Ji Yichuan is even more so. The most dazzling existence on the earth, the legendary existence.
Sitting there, Ji Yichuan said indifferently: "The last day of the Golden Sword Ceremony is to choose the strongest among the eight of them and win the golden sword. In my opinion... Let Ji Ning beat seven of them!"
"One versus seven?" The long-haired woman was taken aback, "This, this..."
"what!"
"One vs. seven? The other seven are the most talented teenagers."
"this!"
Shocked.
Even the mansion lord Ji Youyang who was sitting next to Ji Yichuan was slightly taken aback, while the poisonous old man Ji Lie who was sitting on the other side of Ji Youyang laughed loudly: "Okay, one versus seven, Ji Ning is a very talented young man in the Ji family's West Mansion , even if you fail, it is a kind of training, but Ichikawa... If you have one against seven, so what if you lose?"
"If you lose, you should admit defeat, and you will miss the golden sword!" Ji Yichuan said indifferently.
"Okay." Ji Lie nodded.
Ji Youyang looked at Ji Yichuan suspiciously, and then said, "It's just as Yichuan said."
"Yes, Palace Master." The long-haired woman nodded upon seeing this, and the two largest factions in the Ji Clan's West Mansion both nodded, so she naturally didn't say much, and could only secretly sigh that Ji Yichuan, the dripping water sword, was too proud.
"You wait for eight."
The long-haired woman looked at the eight young men, "Choose your weapon from me. After choosing your weapon... listen to my orders. When I give the order, Ji Ning will fight seven of you. If Ji Ning loses, or you seven If you lose all of them...the battle is over."
"Wow." The long-haired woman waved her hand, and suddenly there were a lot of weapons on the battle platform out of thin air. There were all kinds of weapons, the only thing was that there was no opening!
"Choose." The long-haired woman said.
Ji Ning and other eight teenagers stepped forward and quickly chose their weapons. Ji Ning also chose a tough black long sword weighing more than fifty catties.
The tens of thousands of spectators gathered below were discussing a lot. Many of them saw Ji Yichuan's 'Dripping Sword' for the first time, and they felt that Ji Yichuan was like an iceberg of ten thousand years, which made people feel chills in their hearts: "Ji Yichuan is too arrogant. It's the same for his son, one against seven? Even if that Ji Ning is really stronger than the other seven, how can he win if he faces the attack of seven at the same time?"
"It's crazy."
"I heard that Ji Ning was only ten years old, so he was ordered by his father to participate in the Golden Sword Ceremony, and let him play against seven. How pitiful."
Many spectators began to sympathize with Ji Ning. After all, among the eight teenagers on the stage, Ning was the thinnest and also the youngest. Strict, I can imagine how strict this boy is usually demanded by his father.
"Have you chosen?" The long-haired woman looked at the eight boys.
Among them, seven teenagers stood on one side of the battle platform, either using scimitars, spears, straight knives, or sharp swords. Everyone stared at Ji Ning.
On the other side of the battle stage was the lonely Ji Ning.
Ji Ning held a sword and looked at the other side calmly.
"Since we have all chosen." With a wave of her hand, the long-haired woman put away a pile of unarmed weapons beside her and said at the same time, "Then let's start."
The voice just fell.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The seven figures on one side of the battle platform rushed out quickly, and rushed towards Ji Ning on the other side of the battle platform at the same time.