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Chapter 015 The psychic astrolabe and the red star flower

Of course Ji Changkong understood Ji Tianxing's dreams and ambitions.

But when he heard Ji Tianxing say these passionate words, he could only show a wry smile.

"Tianxing, you failed to pass the entry test of Qingtian Sect, how can you be qualified to participate in next month's competition?"

"Even if you can participate in the competition, with your current level of strength, how can you possibly win the top ten in the competition and join the Qingtian Sect?"

Ji Tianxing fell silent, looking down at the mahogany table with an unyielding light in his eyes.

What he relied on so confidently was, of course, the mysterious Tomb of the Sword God in his body, and the way of the sword heart that he had cultivated.

But this is his biggest secret, how can he tell his father?

Both father and son were silent, and the atmosphere in the room was a bit dull and depressing.

Ji Changkong patted Ji Tianxing's shoulder and said in a solemn tone: "Tianxing, since you have made up your mind and decided to join the Qingtian Sect, my father will not stop you."

After saying that, he took out a purple-black iron box from his robe sleeve and placed it in front of Ji Tianxing.

"Tian Xing, this is one of the heirlooms of our Ji family, the psychic astrolabe. Now my father has given it to you."

Ji Tianxing opened the iron box doubtfully, took out a dark gold compass, and looked at it carefully.

"Father, why did you give me the psychic astrolabe for no reason?"

Ji Changkong explained: "The psychic astrolabe is a top-notch mysterious weapon that our Ji family has devoted all their efforts to forge. It can sense the spirit energy between heaven and earth, distinguish the spiritual veins with both Feng Shui and Feng Shui, and point out the mountains containing minerals.

, and a hiding place for rare treasures.”

"Since your Dantian was damaged and your skills were crippled, my father has consulted countless classics and materials, and finally found a way that might be able to save you."

"Sixty years ago, a red star flower appeared in the Taiye Mountains. This flower is a rare treasure of heaven and earth. It blooms only once every sixty years and only blooms for three days at a time."

"A strong man snatched the red star flower and gave it to his son whose Dantian was congenitally damaged. After his son ate the flower, he not only repaired his Dantian, but also reshaped his physical qualifications. From then on, his cultivation progressed smoothly, and he eventually became

A master in the Tongxuan Realm."

Hearing this, Ji Tianxing's eyes lit up and he was very shocked.

"Father, that Red Star Flower actually has such a powerful effect?"

"Of course!" Ji Changkong nodded and said with a smile: "Tianxing, do you know who that strong man is?"

"who?"

"Ji Shenxiao, the ancestor of the Ji family, is the grandfather of the current emperor! That young man with congenitally damaged Dantian is the father of the current emperor."

Ji Tianxing became increasingly shocked and became very interested in the Red Star Flower.

He had heard the legends of the royal family Ji family when he was very young, and knew that the Ji family had a mysterious ancestor named Ji Shenxiao.

It is said that Ji Shenxiao reached the Yuan Dan realm thirty years ago, and has been in seclusion since then, rarely showing her face.

The royal family of the Qingyun Kingdom has the mysterious and powerful Ji Shenxiao, who can intimidate the feudal officials and powerful men of the twelve states and make them obey and dare not have any dissent.

Ji Tianxing immediately guessed his father's intention and asked: "Father, do you want me to go to the Taiye Mountains to look for red star flowers when you gave me the psychic astrolabe?"

Ji Changkong smiled and nodded: "That's right! If you can get the Red Star Flower, your problems will be solved and your strength will be restored quickly."

"According to my father's calculations, in about ten days, the Red Star Flower will be in full bloom. At that time, various forces will definitely be dispatched, and many strong people will go to find and rob the Red Star Flower."

"If you have a psychic astrolabe in hand, you have great hope of finding the Red Star Flower before they do."

Ji Tianxing held the psychic astrolabe in both hands and said excitedly: "I understand, thank you father!"

Ji Changkong warned with a solemn look: "Tianxing, this is an excellent opportunity for you, but you must be careful in everything, and your own life is the most important thing."

Ji Tianxing nodded to express his understanding and put away the psychic astrolabe solemnly.

After Ji Changkong explained some other things, he left the room.

After his father left, Ji Tianxing opened the secret passage in the corner and entered the secret practice room.

After he put the psychic astrolabe in place, he began to practice the art of sword heart and condense sword energy.

"There are only ten days! Within these ten days, I must condense twelve sword energies and form a sword embryo!"



Under the pitch-black night, a light was shining in an old house somewhere in the imperial city.

In a hidden room in the house, a tall middle-aged man wearing a purple brocade robe was sitting.

Next to the middle-aged man stood a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in Tsing Yi, with a tall and tall figure and a handsome and fair face.

It's just that his face is very gloomy, and his eyes contain a look of resentment that doesn't match his age.

A man wearing black tights and a face mask was kneeling on the ground and reported to him with his hands raised: "Master Hao, my subordinates deserve to die. They failed to kill Ji Tianxing and four brothers died..."

Ji Hao's face twisted in anger, his fists clenched loudly, he stepped forward and kicked the masked man to the ground, shouting: "Trash! Four warriors at the eighth level of body refining, even Ji Tianxing, the third level body refining warrior

If you can't even kill the trash, what use will I have to feed you?!"

The masked man lay on the ground full of fear and quickly begged for mercy and explained: "Master Hao, please calm down, there is something else going on!"

"Later, my subordinates went to the top of the mountain to check. The four dead brothers all had their heads pierced by sharp weapons, as if caused by the light of swords, and they were all killed with one sword."

Ji Hao frowned and muttered with doubtful eyes: "Impossible! How could Ji Tianxing, that loser, kill them?"

At this time, the middle-aged man in purple robe spoke, and said to the masked man in a majestic voice: "Step back first."

The masked man suddenly felt as if he had been granted amnesty. After saluting and thanking the middle-aged man, he quickly exited the room.

The middle-aged man in purple robe had a sneer on his lips, and said in a playful tone: "Haoer, Ji Tianxing was obviously saved by a master."

"However, you obviously didn't bring any guards with you when you went to the southern suburbs. Who secretly rescued Ji Tianxing? Did Ji Changkong secretly arrange for a master to protect him?"

Ji Hao clenched his fist angrily and said murderously: "Dad, it doesn't matter if you fail once, I will find a real master to deal with him next time!"

The middle-aged man in purple robe shook his head and said in a solemn tone: "Hao'er, don't underestimate Ji Tianxing. He is very smart and vigilant. Today your plan failed. He must have doubted you. If you try to find an opportunity to kill him again,

It’s almost impossible for him.”

"Moreover, Ji Tianxing has become a waste now and poses no threat to us. His biggest reliance is Ji Changkong. What we should do most is to find ways to eradicate Ji Changkong!"

"As long as Ji Changkong is killed, and when we take control of the Ji family, Ji Tianxing will be a piece of meat on the chopping board, shouldn't he be slaughtered by us?"

Ji Hao's eyes suddenly shone, and he nodded: "What father said is absolutely true!"

"However, Ji Changkong is so cunning and cunning, how easy is it to deal with him?"

The middle-aged man in purple robe showed an expression of wisdom and sneered: "No matter how cunning the fox is, there will be some oversights. My father has his own way to deal with them."


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