The Windfall Martial God System

The tall figure instantly stopped Ji Wushuang's attack and appeared between the two of them. He glared at the two of them fiercely and said, "Don't you know that the family prohibits infighting between disciples?"    

"And you, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and go back to cultivate!" The brawny man glared at the surrounding disciples, his voice as loud as a great bell. All of the disciples were startled.    

When he saw who it was, Ji Wushuang withdrew his palm. He shrugged his shoulders in a somewhat bored manner, "Uncle Weitian, you misunderstood. I just wanted to see how cousin Wuyan's strength has improved recently. Since you're unhappy, then forget it! " After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave with his companions.    

"Stop right there!" A cold shout came from behind.    

Ji Wushuang turned around and looked, and his gaze stopped on the handsome young man. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and then he pretended to be surprised." Oh, what? Cousin Wuyan, is there something else?"    

" In seven days, I will defeat you on the arena during the Family Competition. Do you dare to respond? " His cold tone entered into the ears of every disciple, causing them to burst into an uproar.    

"You... Are you challenging me?" Ji Wushuang's face sank when he heard the surprised cries of the disciples.    

"Yes, do you dare?" His voice was still cold and threatening.    

"Why wouldn't I dare?" Glancing around at the crowd, Ji Wushuang was extremely angry and sneered. "I only hope that you won't be eliminated by someone midway. Otherwise... That would be a funny situation! Let's go! "With a wave of his hand, the disciples behind him followed.    

"Wuyan, what are you..." Ji Weitian looked at the handsome young man with a complicated expression.    

Before he could say anything, Ji Wuyan waved his hand and interrupted him, "Third Uncle, I will interrupt you. Besides, I have already said what I want to say. I will not take it back!"    

It had only been seven days. He didn't believe that he would be able to improve his strength by leaps and bounds within these seven days.    

Ji Wushuang's palm strike had indeed made his heart palpitate. The summoning card behind him had yet to disappear. He could clearly feel that his chances of winning were not high.    

However, this was only natural. No matter how strong Huang Feihong was, he wouldn't be able to defeat him. In his world, he was only an ordinary person. At most, his martial arts skills were stronger. He could even deal with people one or two levels higher than him. If he were to deal with a monster like Ji Wushuang, whose strength had reached six hundred kilograms, more or less, it would be a little difficult.    

Of course, all of this was based on his own strength. If his cultivation base was stronger, such as Huang Feihong who had a force of three hundred Jin like Ji Cheng, he believed that no matter how powerful Ji Wushuang was, he wouldn't be able to defeat him.    

The only pity was that Huang Feihong's ability couldn't allow him to possess it forever. From the beginning until now, the duration of the summoning card was about five minutes. In other words, in the Family Competition seven days later, he couldn't use the summoning card in every battle.    

He had to become stronger!    

After bidding farewell to Ji Weitian, Ji Wuyan did not go to the training field anymore. All these years of numb training had made him understand that with his talent, it was impossible for him to surpass those people with proper training.    

Besides, he could not just rely on cultivation to break through to the next level.    

When he returned to his room and opened the door, a dull smell assailed his nose. In front of him, everything was gray and dust was flying in the air. The table in front of him seemed to be covered in a thick layer of silver.    

In just three days, his room was filled with so much dust. This was all thanks to his good grandfather, the patriarch of Ji family, Ji Xiong.    

Ever since his father went missing, his status in the family had fallen drastically. Even his grandfather had forced him to this shabby room. The so-called familial love was so thin that it made one's hair stand on end!    

In the other party's eyes, talent was the key. Being able to bring benefits to the family was akin to being a family member. If it wasn't for Third Uncle, Ji Weitian, who often helped him during these three years, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold on much longer.    

Become stronger, and I want to become a powerhouse!    

Not for the Ji family, but for myself!    

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ji Wuyan made up his mind.    

After cleaning up the dust in the room, Ji Wuyan sat cross-legged and rubbed his chin. His eyes were filled with a strange light as he muttered to himself, "I hope this newly opened Demon Sealing Tower won't disappoint me!"    

He turned on the system screen and tapped on the three golden words on the screen with his mind, "Demon Sealing Tower."    

A golden light flashed in front of him. Before he could understand what was going on, his vision went black and he lost consciousness...