The female president's personal crazy son-in-law

The famous mountain in Zhongzhou, the top of Shenling Mountain.

It is lush and full of vitality in all seasons, and the pleasant scenery attracts a large number of tourists every year.

Huaguo's famous movie "Legend of Zhu Xian" was filmed here.

The Qi family is located here, and the villas and houses are criss-crossed, extending from the foot of the mountain to the top.

However, in these two days, many tourists discovered that the mountaineering ridge was suddenly closed, prohibiting everyone from visiting.

Then a large number of heavily armed special police poured in and blocked all the intersections up the mountain.

It is announced to the outside world that the scenic spot will be renovated, but not many people believe it.

Who needs to use hundreds of armed police with live ammunition for the renovation of a scenic spot?
On the top of the mountain, it seems to be surrounded by clouds and mist, and you can overlook the whole Zhongzhou.

At this moment, there are several people standing on the top of the mountain.

He saw an old man with long hair and a shawl, dressed in a blue cloth robe, sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, with mysterious patterns painted on his sword.

Lay across your legs.

The old man's eyes were as bright as the stars, and he just sat there casually, as if he had merged with the heaven and the earth.

Several people behind looked at each other.

Before Shi Gong retreated, everyone could still feel the vast energy in him like the ocean.

Now after leaving the customs, all the aura in his body is exhausted, just like an ordinary person.

"Shigong, do you really want to be an enemy of that little real man?"

A middle-aged man frowned tightly.

The old man lowered his head and touched the sword lightly, as gently as if he was stroking his lover's face.

He said lightly:
"I haven't made a move for more than ten years, and I am devoted to pursuing the realm of transforming gods. However, transforming gods is as difficult as reaching the blue sky."

"Nowadays when I meet a martial arts prodigy, I naturally have to make a move for a while. This old man has been thinking hard for decades, and finally found that the fastest way to step into Huashen is the breakthrough between life and death."

Everyone's expressions were different.

In his whole life, Qi Shengjun has no wife and no offspring, and has always been accompanied by a long sword in his arms.

In terms of swordsmanship, he has reached an unprecedented level.

"That Jinling little real person is really amazing!"

"At such a young age, I achieved such an achievement. Even Jiang Jianyan, who defeated me back then, died in his hands."

Qi Shigong's eyes, which were as pale as a lake, finally had slight ripples at this moment.

Suddenly.

The sword energy was soaring all over the body, and the nearby flowers, plants and trees were all cut off.

"Secret Lord, you may not know that not long ago, that little real man killed the Wu Kingdom and destroyed the Wu God Sect by himself."

"Even the little witch gods in South Asia were beheaded by him. Even with the power of one person, he defeated the Eighth Reinforced Regiment organized by Wu Guoman."

As soon as this sentence comes out.

Qi Shengjun opened his eyes suddenly, the light in his eyes swelled up, and finally shot out through the eyes, turning into a bunch of long lights, piercing into the void.

"what!"

Qi Shengjun was moved.

The sword resting on both legs was unsheathed with a bang sound.

"Secretary, can we let go of this matter?"

The middle-aged man smiled wryly.

Qi Shengjun is the future destiny of the Qi family. As long as he enters the realm of transforming gods, the Qi family will be able to dominate Yanjing.

Even the one who lives in Yanshan, ten miles away, will be crushed.

The Qi family dare not take risks.

In case Qi Shengjun loses to Jiang Tong, there will be no Qi family in Zhongzhou in the future.

In this battle of luck, the outcome is twofold, and the future can be expected if you win.

If you lose!

Even the whole family will fall into the abyss of eternal doom.

Qi Shengjun recovered quickly.

Indifferently said:
"The little real man deserves to be stunningly beautiful. He is a martial arts wizard. In terms of talent, ten Qi Shengjuns are not as good as this little real man."

"But talent is talent, and strength is power. This old man has studied swordsmanship for two years, and he has mastered a sword in the world. It can be said to be a supernatural power."

Speaking of this, Qi Shengjun swallowed mountains and rivers, like a banished fairy descending into the world.

A sense of pride arises spontaneously.

"Although the old man's qualifications are ignorant, he has the heart of never giving up. He has fought repeatedly and failed repeatedly. In the end, all the enemies were defeated by the old man one by one."

"In the course of martial arts, the competition is all about strong will. In this regard, the old man Qi Shengjun will not lose to others in his life."

Everyone heard the words, and finally showed a bitter smile.

In Huaguo martial arts world, Qi Shengjun's talent is indeed at the bottom.

Whether it was Jiang Jianyan back then, Hong Daoxuan from Hong Kong Island, or Yan Manhong from Yanjing.

These people are better than Qi Shengjun.

But it is because of his brave will to move forward in martial arts that Qi Shengjun was able to get to where he is today step by step.

Including everyone in the Qi family, they don't know how far Qi Shengjun is now.
Qi Shengjun got up slowly, and in the wide eyes of everyone, his feet were lifted off the ground.

As if in the void, there was an invisible force holding him back.

"Back then I was defeated by Jiang Jianyan. After I came back, I practiced Mahayana swordsmanship hard. Today, I have finally realized something."

Qi Shengjun's white hair was raised up like a fairy.

The middle-aged man asked curiously:
"Now, how does Shi Gong compare to Jiang Jianyan?"

Qi Shengjun showed a disdainful smile when he heard this.

"As for now!" Qi Shengjun fell silent after speaking halfway.

But everyone could see the look of disdain on his face.

Everyone gradually gained a little more confidence.

Just like Qi Shengjun said, Jiang Tong's martial arts talent is hard to see in a hundred years, and it may be possible to go straight to Huashen in the future.

But now, without becoming a god, he is still just a mortal.

In the face of strength, talent is irrelevant.

Under 30 years old, no matter how powerful Jiang Tong is, it is always limited.

Qi Shengjun reached the peak of Hejin more than ten years ago.

No one knows whether he has been promoted to Martial Dao Huashen in the past ten years or not?

Only the middle-aged man felt something in his heart when he saw Qi Shengjun standing in the void with his feet three points off the ground.

"Even if Shigong doesn't become the God of Transformation, he's not far away."

Now facing Qi Shengjun directly, everyone feels like facing the world.

Vast and continuous, the ocean is like the sea!

"If the little real man can be beheaded, Shigong will be able to ascend to the gods in one battle!"

The middle-aged man looked in awe and bent slightly.

The rest of them all had smiles on their faces and were full of confidence in their hearts.

"Shigong, in this gambling battle, everyone..." the middle-aged man was talking.

Interrupted by Qi Shengjun:

"It's okay, if those people want to see it, let them go up the mountain."

The middle-aged man nodded.

He knew in his heart that after this news spread, the entire Huaguo martial arts world would be shaken.

This will be a world war that is closest to being a martial arts god in a hundred years.

Watching their decisive battle, it is hard to say what the bystanders can feel.

After everyone dispersed.

Only Qi Shengjun was left standing on the top of the mountain, his clothes fluttering and his long hair flying.

stand right here.

Suddenly, the poems of the poet Du Fu popped up in my heart.

'It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see all the mountains and small ones at a glance! '

The peak of martial arts, is it not like this, above the peaks, overlooking the mountains and rivers of the world, all living beings.

His gaze traveled across half of Central China, and finally stopped in a big hotel.

There, a majestic aura shot straight to the nine heavens, like Mount Sumeru, straddling between heaven and earth.

Qi Shengjun had never seen such a vast and boundless aura.