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Ning Xiaolei watched the two women fighting with great interest, with an intriguing curve at the corner of his mouth.

Both women are not bad in appearance, their figures are graceful, they move and sparkle, and they are a bit pleasing to the eye.

They are all at the middle level of the first level, and their strength is about the same.

Ning Xiaolei mainly watched the martial arts skills performed by the two women. He would definitely face off against people from the Ji family and Zhou family in a while, so there was no harm in knowing about it in advance.

"This Emperor Zhou has good swordsmanship."

Ning Xiaolei's eyes flashed slightly as he looked at Zhou Ruoshui's sword skills.

When that sword technique is deployed, the fierce sword energy fills the world and affects people's minds all the time.

Every time Zhou Ruoshui draws out his sword, thousands of sword shadows flicker, making it impossible to ignore.

However, the Ji family is one of the five major families alongside the Zhou family, and the means they master are not weak.

Ji Yingyue was performing a set of palm techniques. When she performed the technique, she could only see the shadow of her palm, but not the person.

Every palm seems to have huge power to destroy the heaven and earth, and its power is extraordinary.

Although it was performed by a woman, Ji Yingyue, her domineering power was not reduced at all.

The two women went back and forth, from palm skills to sword skills, fighting to boxing and kick skills, and finally all kinds of spells were cast one after another.

However, those with a discerning eye can see that their strengths are actually about the same, and a winner cannot be achieved in a short period of time.

The fight lasted for more than two hours, but the two women still couldn't help each other.

But the mana in their bodies at this moment is about to be exhausted.

If the fight continues, both sides will lose.

"Okay, stop, let's call it a draw!"

A faint voice sounded, and a person suddenly appeared between the two women, easily blocking their attacks towards each other.

The person who took action was none other than Ji Hualong.

"Hmph, I didn't expect you to be promoted too. Let's decide the winner next time."

Zhou Ruoshui glared at Ji Yingyue and reluctantly returned to Zhou Chenghu and Zhou Poshan.

Zhou Poshan is another member of the Zhou family who came here, with late-level strength.

"I'm waiting, always with you."

Ji Yingyue replied without any sign of weakness and walked back to Ji's house.

Ji Hualong, on the other hand, stayed where he was, looking at Ning Xiaolei with cold eyes.

"I'll fight you!"

A figure flashed out, and Ning Xiaolei was so fast that he didn't even react.

He looked in shock and saw a man who looked somewhat similar to Yuwen.

"Just you, Yu Wencheng?"

There was a hint of coldness in Ji Hualong's eyes, and he looked at Yu Wencheng with murderous intent.

With only a late first level cultivation, how could he challenge him.

Yu Wencheng's cultivation level is about the same as Yu Wen's, he is only in the late stage of the first level of Immortal Realm, but he is stronger than Yu Wen, and he is estimated to be about to break through the second level.

"I know I'm not your opponent, but if I'm afraid of you because of this, then I'm not Yu Wencheng."

After saying something that was neither salty nor bland, a halberd like Yuwendu appeared in Yu Wencheng's hand, the tip of the halberd pointed at Ji Hualong.

"Arrogant, I will let you know that I, Ji Hualong, am invincible."

Ji Hualong roared angrily and raised his palm to slap Yu Wencheng.

He used the same palm technique as Ji Yingyue just now, but when used from his hand, the power was more than twice as strong.

The huge palm shadow, carrying a destructive aura, enveloped Yu Wencheng fiercely.

"Well done, break it for me."

Yu Wencheng laughed loudly, raised his halberd with both hands, and slashed down hard.

A bright crescent halberd blade flew out and collided with the giant palm, making a rumbling sound.

But this was just the beginning. After Ji Hualong blasted out his palm, he started to move, and the overwhelming palm shadow enveloped Yu Wencheng.

But obviously, Yu Wencheng's speed was not slow either. Since he didn't allow Ning Xiaolei to react just now, he had rushed out first, and he could see that he had mastered a kind of movement and martial arts.

He danced wildly with his halberd, like a demon in troubled times, blocking those palm prints one by one.