The Ji family is located at the foot of a mountain in the northwest region of Daxia.
Like the Xuanyuan family, as one of the oldest families in Daxia, the Ji family's headquarters is no longer a family compound, but a small town.
The town is beautifully constructed, and the buildings are well-proportioned and antique.
The total urban population is more than 100,000, one-third of whom have the surname Ji.
Of course, this town is only the peripheral area of the Ji family, and the real core area of the Ji family is in the mountains.
In the past half month, the entire town has been enveloped in an extremely depressing atmosphere.
The current head of the Ji family and the eldest young master were directly injured by the people in Tianshan and became useless. Moreover, the most outstanding talents of the Ji family have all died in Tianshan.
In other words, the Ji family's hopes for the next few decades have been completely ruined in Tianshan.
It is said that more than ten days ago, after the old man of the Ji family heard the news, he went into a thunderous fire and directly turned the two people who reported the news into blood mist.
He also promised that he would not be a human being unless he avenged this crime!
At four or five o'clock that afternoon, Ling Hao and his group appeared at the entrance to the town.
"Tsk tsk, this town is much larger than the Xuanyuan family's town!" The judge said with emotion: "It seems that the Ji family likes the excitement very much!"
"The Ji family is different from the Xuanyuan family!" Lu Yue responded.
"The Xuanyuan family is a reclusive family in the true sense. They only focus on martial arts and seldom interfere with the affairs of the secular world."
"But the Ji family is different. Their ambitions have never been small. Otherwise, they would not have supported a super sect."
"The human heart is not enough for a snake to swallow an elephant!" Ye Ji nodded slightly at the side.
"Brother, this should not be the core area of the Ji family!" Zhuihun looked at Ling Hao and said, "Do you want to arrest someone from the Ji family and ask?"
"Find a place to sit first!" Ling Hao replied.
"Okay!" Zhuihun raised his hand and pointed to a teahouse a few hundred meters away: "Brother, where can we sit down?"
"Yeah!" Ling Hao nodded and led everyone towards the teahouse.
"Let me go, what are you going to do? Let me go quickly!" Just as everyone was approaching the teahouse, a woman's frightened voice sounded.
Then I saw a man who looked like a young master strolling out of the teahouse, followed by seven or eight followers.
Two of them were holding a woman on one side and the other on the right. The woman was about twenty years old, with delicate features and a graceful figure.
"Jing'er..." At the same time, an old man followed closely from the teahouse with many injuries on his body.
"Grandpa..." the woman exclaimed while struggling.
Seeing the movement here, everyone on the street gathered around him at the same time.
Several of them wanted to settle the injustice between the old man and the woman, but when they recognized the leader, they couldn't help but shut their mouths.
"Ling...Master Ling, Jing'er is still a child..." The old man quickly ran to the young master and knelt down.
While kowtowing, he said: "Please... please Master Ling, please let her go..."
Bang!
Before he finished speaking, the young man kicked the old man to the ground, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"Grandpa..." the woman shouted loudly.
"I don't know how to praise!" The young master then looked at the old man and continued: "I, Ji Ling, can like her because she was blessed in her previous life!"
"Don't even think about it. Among the younger generations of the Ji family, besides me, who else can take the lead?"
"In time, I, Ji Ling, will be the helmsman of the Ji family. Your granddaughter will follow me and enjoy endless glory and wealth throughout her life. What else can you be dissatisfied with!"
"Ji Ling, you bastard, I would rather die than let you succeed!" the woman shouted loudly.
