"I dare not advise you."
Han Fei smiled and stepped forward." My father often said that General Ji is his best general and asked me to learn from you."”
Ji Wuye didn't say anything.
Han Fei walked into the middle of the hall and came to the three women who were fighting for the hundred gold coins. He smiled and said,""Actually, you don't have to fight at all.”
"I have a way to ensure that each of you will get a share of the gold coins.”
"What method?" asked a woman.”
Han Fei bowed and said, How about I teach you a game?”
Li Yi shook his head and thought,""Boring. If I had known earlier, I would have let Wei Zhuang come.”
Ji Wuye did not treat his guests politely and sat down alone.
Li Yi and Zhang Liang were bored and watched Han Fei play games with San Ji.
After the gold-sharing game, the three women admired Han Fei's intelligence.
Coupled with his handsome looks and his identity as the Ninth Young Master, the three women didn't mind playing games with Han Fei.
This angered Ji Wuye.
"The Ninth Young Master's method of dividing the gold is indeed ingenious, but it's just a small trick. It's not presentable." Ji Wuye stood up and said.”
As he spoke, Ji Wuye walked up to San Ji. With a cold expression, he slashed down with the Eight-Foot Saber in his hand.
Shua!
The eight-foot-long blade was thick and sharp, and it cut through the table with one strike.
"Ah!"
"General."
San Ji cried out in fear, her face filled with reverence. The hundred gold coins in her arms flew all over the ground.
Ji Wuye walked up to the woman who got the most gold coins, grabbed her neck, and laughed arrogantly.""You are mine, so this hundred gold coins is mine as well.”
"You can only take it when I tell you to, understand?”
The woman was so frightened that she cried and nodded repeatedly."I know, I know."
"S-sorry, General. We were wrong.”
"We won't dare to do it again."
San Ji repeatedly apologized.
Seeing this, Ji Wuye smiled in satisfaction and stood up to look at Han Fei. He said proudly,""Weaklings need tricks, while the strong control everything. Although the Ninth Young Master's game was ingenious, he did not control the fundamentals.”
Han Fei narrowed his eyes. After about three seconds, he said,""Alright then, I'll find the 100,000 soldiers 'pay.”
Then, Han Fei turned around and left.
"What do you mean?" Ji Wuye asked, his tone uncertain and uneasy.
Han Fei walked to the door of the living room without looking back.
"Stay," Ji Wuye snorted coldly.
He clenched his right hand, and the eight-foot-thick blade of the weapon buzzed and flew straight at Han Fei.
Ji Wuye was really arrogant. He actually dared to attack the young master of the royal family.
Shua!
Ji Wuye was fast, but Li Yi was even faster.
Dancing Phoenix in the Nine Heavens, peerless qinggong pushed to the extreme, leaving afterimages in the air.
Li Yi bent his right index finger and middle finger and pointed in the air. All 50 years of internal strength was gathered and poured into his fingertips. Two fingers of colorful Gang Qi rippled.
"There are no colorful phoenix wings on the body, but the heart is connected.”
The two peerless martial arts were mastered and Li Yi pointed out.
"What?" Ji Wuye was shocked.
This speed, this killing intent.
Ji Wuye stomped on the ground and rushed forward. He grabbed the eight-foot-long weapon that had slipped out of his hand and swung his long saber. His super-class strength erupted and he slashed fiercely.
Strong winds spread all around, and the beams and curtains rustled. Two powerful Gang Qis tore through the sky, making San Ji, Han Fei, and Zhang Liang retreat.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Nine afterimages flashed, and it was difficult to tell whether it was real or fake.
Ji Wuye was extremely powerful. His body refining martial arts allowed him to have strong brute force and an amazing physique. Combined with the heavy eight-foot-long saber in his hand, he was ferocious and powerful. The saber light tore through the surroundings.
Soon, eight of the nine afterimages were torn apart.
Whoosh!
Li Yi's real body pointed with his fingers, and the internal strength gathered between his two fingers turned into a beam of light. The attack left his hand. The colorful finger radiance not only looked like a beam of light, but also had the speed of light.
The light tore through the air, and Ji Wuye's pupils shrank.
Bang!
Fast, too fast.
The peerless movement technique was unpredictable, and the peerless finger technique was lightning-fast.
The Telepathic Finger was a finger for both defense and attack.
Ji Wuye was attacked head-on, and his black iron armor cracked. He retreated repeatedly, and every time his feet landed, a deep pit would be formed, and the stone slabs would crack.
"Ahem."
Ji Wuye retreated more than ten steps, his blood boiling.
He was a body-tempering expert, and his Thwart Martial Arts had reached a super level. His attack and defense were astonishing.
At this moment, the armor on his chest was broken, and the blood in his body was surging. Powerful inner strength invaded his bones, and he quickly circulated his cultivation technique to suppress the restless blood.
To Ji Wu, who had a strong physique and super-class strength, this attack could only barely be considered a light injury.
However, Ji Wuye's face was as dark as water. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb and stared at Li Yi with his malicious eyes. He clenched his fist tightly but did not continue to attack.
So far, Li Yi's internal energy cultivation had not been tested. He must have deliberately concealed his strength.
This exchange shocked Ji Wuye.
This " Lu Xiaofeng " actually mastered two peerless martial arts. This kind of foundation, this kind of monstrous talent.
Other than the top sects and forces like Phantom Valley, Taoism, Confucianism, militarists, and farmers, he really couldn't think of any other sects or scholars.
At the age of 20, he had two peerless martial arts and first-class sword techniques. Other than his monstrous talent, he also had the backing of a powerful sect.
Such a person should not be easily provoked.
"General."
Whoosh! Whoosh!
A black and a white figure flew over, guarding Ji Wuye on both sides. Their eyes were locked on Li Yi, ready to attack at any moment.
Mo Ya's eyes were filled with shock and fear.
Even someone as powerful as the general was injured by Li Yi.
Although it was only a light injury, the only person in the entire Kingdom of Korea who could possibly injure the Great General was the Blood Red Marquis, Bai Yifei.
"Stand down," said Ji Wuye.
Mo Ya and Bai Feng heaved a sigh of relief and cupped their fists."Yes."
Ji Wuye looked straight at Li Yi and suddenly laughed loudly."Hahaha, this feels good, this feels good."
"I've long heard that a young expert named Lu Xiaofeng has appeared in the capital. I'm also a martial artist. Today, seeing the real person, I couldn't help but feel a little itchy. I hope Young Hero Lu won't forgive me.”
Li Yi brushed his white clothes with his right hand and slapped away the dust. He chuckled and said,""I'm fine."
"Brother Han, Zi Fang, let's go."
The three of them turned around and left the hall.
Night, outside the house
Li Yi's voice rang out clearly,""Since General Ji likes to spar, we will have plenty of opportunities in the future.”
Ji Wuye clenched his fists, and his joints cracked. He gritted his teeth and said,""Arrogant brat."
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