Young man on white horse, I am in the human world, who dares to call himself an immortal?

Wenhujiu smiled slightly: "Young man, why don't you ask who I am before you dare to draw your sword against me?"

After saying that, Wenhujiu's Qi protected his body, and the sword hit his Qi with a muffled sound.

Until then, the man took a closer look and frowned immediately.

In this world, some people don't need to announce their names, their names are already written on them.

And Wenhujiu is such a person. He raised his hand and drank a sip of wine and smiled: "But your sword is not bad. You should be Yi Bu's proud disciple, Luo Qingyang, right?"

Luo Qingyang was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was rare to fight with such a master, so he simply didn't take it.

Immediately swung out another sword.

Wenhujiu raised the corner of his mouth, raised his right hand and clamped Luo Qingyang's sword directly.

Luo Qingyang sighed: "The top four on the list, it really lives up to its reputation."

"You are not bad either. Dare to use a sword to cut me!" Wenhujiu smiled. Every time he poisoned, he talked a lot.

At this time, the woman came out of the house. She looked at Luo Qingyang in surprise, "Brother, you can't beat him?"

Luo Qingyang smiled bitterly: "He is too powerful."

"Okay, then wait a moment, I will help you get the sword." The woman said as she walked.

Wen Hujiu was also stunned for a moment. Seeing the woman walking out of his nephew's house, and then hearing the word "brother", he couldn't help but smile knowingly, thinking, this might not be the girl that Xiaojiu likes, Yi Bu's beloved daughter Yi Wenjun.

"The person on the road is like jade, and the young man who matches my nephew is unparalleled in the world, absolutely perfect." Wen Hujiu drank the wine in one gulp, feeling refreshed.

The woman smiled: "Uncle, why are you talking nonsense?"

Wenhujiu smiled awkwardly: "You can call me Second Master or Second Uncle, but you actually call me Uncle?" After saying that, Wenhujiu turned his head and looked at Luo Qingyang, "Hey, you have been poisoned by me, why haven't you fallen down yet?"

Luo Qingyang was startled, took back the bamboo sword, opened his palm and saw that it was purple. He sighed: "Junior sister, he is the second uncle of the one in the room."

With a bang, Luo Qingyang fell to the ground.

The woman raised her lips: "Are you the second master of the Wen family who came to treat my father?"

"No, the one who treated your father was the one in the room, that's my nephew." Wen Hujiu took a sip of wine and laughed: "Why don't you worry about your senior brother at all? He's poisoned!"

The woman smiled slightly: "Of course I'm not worried, second master, you are a good person, you can save my father, let alone my senior brother."

Wen Hujiu laughed: "Smart girl, here, give this to Xiaojiu to eat."

The woman took a large bag of poison, shook her eyebrows and frowned: "Are these poisonous?"

"You can take these poisons and poison him to death." Wen Hujiu said.

The woman smiled gently: "What's the name of your nephew?"

"His name is Wen Jiutian." Wen Hujiu replied, and the two should not have said much.

"Wen Jiutian, what a domineering name. One is Zhongtian, two is Xiantian, three is Congtian, four is Gengtian, five is Shentian, six is ​​Kuotian, seven is Jiantian, eight is Chentian, and nine is Chengtian. It seems that all the heavens belong to him."

Yi Wenjun smiled gently, "He saved my father, and I saved him, which is like repaying my father's kindness."

"You are really good at calculating, girl." Wen Hujiu walked to Luo Qingyang, "It was my nephew who saved your father, how to repay him, you can ask him. Now I want to save your senior brother, you have to settle this account clearly, you saved Luo Qingyang and you called me second uncle, it's not a loss."

"Second uncle." Yi Wenjun shouted without thinking.

Wen Hujiu was stunned: "What kind of girls does this kid provoke, is he so open?"

"Why didn't I have such peach blossom luck when I was young? It made me have to sneak around brothels?"

In the house, Wen Jiutian fell asleep.

The Heaven Devouring Demonic Scripture was repairing his damaged meridians due to the forced breakthrough, while the Evil Poison Body could continuously provide energy.

As for the source of energy, it required a large amount of poison.

Now he had the Arhat Golden Body to protect him, and his whole body was hard.

And his righteous spirit was also automatically activated. It was obviously because of the battles during this period and the large amount of poisonous blood he drank that deepened his foundation.

Sitting aside, Yi Wenjun quietly watched the changes in Wen Jiutian.

Especially the righteous spirit, which always gave people a sense of relaxation and joy.

And Yi Wenjun was constantly using her true energy to dissolve the poison.

She felt the warm pot of wine behind her come in.

"It's so strange, Master Wen has both the true energy of Buddhism and the breath of Confucian power in his body, and even a faint Taoist charm." Yi Wenjun looked at Wen Jiutian.

"He has the most special physique in our Wen family for thousands of years. He is immune to all poisons, and a drop of poisonous blood can massacre a city." Wenhujiu walked in.Step forward, "But, why does he seem to be dreaming?"

Yi Wenjun pondered carefully, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Look at his expression, it seems like he is having a nightmare and wants to get up, but he will definitely wake up, and if he wakes up, his martial arts will definitely be more powerful."

"Aren't you curious about how good his martial arts are?" Wenhujiu took a sip of wine.

"Is it as good as Mr. Li in the school?" Yi Wenjun smiled slightly.

"Do you know the young man who fought with Mr. Li outside the city a few days ago?" Wenhujiu said proudly.

"Of course I know, I heard from my senior brother that the young man can be called the second best in the world." Yi Wenjun smiled gently, and then he was startled, looking at the young man lying on the bed, the burst of righteousness, "You said, the young man who appeared that night, was him? Wen Jiutian?"

"What do you think? Otherwise, how can there be a way to heal Yi Bu?" Wenhujiu smiled.

"I knew this guy was not simple." Yi Wenjun took off a pendant from his neck, which was a small bamboo-shaped pendant carved from jade. He pinched Wen Jiutian's face, opened his mouth, and then gently lifted the pendant, and a drop of dew fell into it.

Wen Jiutian licked his lips, his expression gradually returned to normal, and the originally rising aura slowly calmed down.

"This is Bingfeng Water." Wen Hujiu sighed, "You are willing to give it."

"He had a fight with Mr. Li, and he came to help my father heal his internal injuries. If I don't do something, it seems like I'm treating him unfairly." Yi Wenjun smiled and looked at Wen Jiutian's handsome face quietly, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. What he was thinking about was that his father was about to agree to the proposal of King Jingyu, and what he was thinking about was the second best in the world, maybe he could take her out of the cage!

Is this the young man who defeated the enemy with one sword in Mingjian Villa and shocked the world with one song?

If you don't say it, you may not feel anything, but if you look closely, he really looks like a peerless young master.

At such a young age, he can actually deserve the title of the second best in the world!

Wen Hujiu was stunned, then smiled and said, "How about it, my nephew, this peerless young master, is he worthy of any stranger in the world?"

Yi Wenjun looked at Wen Jiutian's face and nodded slightly, "About the same."