The loud laughter in the sky immediately attracted everyone's attention, and their eyes blinked with bright light, quietly staring at the sky, looking for the source of the sound.

In the distance, a figure wearing a white coat and a somewhat thin figure appeared, but he was extremely fast, at first it was just a black origin, and gradually the black origin became bigger and bigger, and the figure was elusive, and he didn't know when he came to Jiang Li's side.

Looking at the appearance of the person who came, a look of excitement appeared on Jiang Li's face, because he had seen this kind of face for half his life, and he had never felt disgusted.

"Grandpa. Jiang Li shouted excitedly.

"Stinky boy, how many times have you told you, call the master again, and call the grandfather when you go home. Jiang Chengyuan smiled.

"Yes, master. Jiang Li, the demon king of the mixed world, rarely showed that kind of humble posture from the heart, and Feng Lan and the others were stunned when they looked not far away.

"Who is this person?" Kuroko was curious.

"I want to ask too. Feng Lan was even more curious.

Who is it that can make Jiang Li look like this? The age of this old man, and combined with Jiang Li's national skills, could it be that this old man is his master?

It seems that apart from this explanation, nothing else can convince everyone.

And Feng Lan's identity is not ordinary, quite a background, Jiang Chengyuan is a master of the world, she has seen some of it, so she guessed some.

"Jiang Li's master?" Feng Lan's heart moved, and she couldn't help but pay attention to this old man.

Jiang Chengyuan just looks like a very ordinary and kind-looking old man, and at first glance, he will not associate Jiang Chengyuan with the words national art master at all.

He is like an uncle in the alley of Kyoto Lane with a pu fan and a short shirt, where there is a little master.

"Buza, long time no see. Jiang Chengyuan looked at the Southern Xinjiang Great Elder Buza not far away and smiled faintly.

At this moment, Buza was covered in cold sweat, and when he saw Jiang Li's expression, he retreated in surprise and retreated.

The pressure that Jiang Chengyuan brought to him before still exists, and his face sometimes shows fear, sometimes resentment, which is very complicated.

"Why, when old friends meet, they don't even have a cup of your nine-leaf tea in southern Xinjiang?" Jiang Chengyuan said lightly.

Buza's face was ugly, although he was still holding Liu Mengyao hostage, his hands were already trembling disobediently, and when he looked at Jiang Chengyuan, it was like seeing a ghost, obviously having palpitations.

The ghost is friends with you, pervert!

This was what Great Elder Buza wanted to scold most in his heart at this moment.

Jiang Chengyuan was indeed too strong in that era, it can be said that the people he pressed couldn't raise their heads, and they swept all the elders in Southern Xinjiang alone, and they were only slightly injured!

It's just a minor injury!

If it weren't for the fact that there was also a sacrificial god in southern Xinjiang back then, maybe the elder group in southern Xinjiang would have been wiped out, although the previous generation of sacrificial gods was also perverted and cultivated amazingly, but it was worse than Jiang Chengyuan after all.

Now after Buza saw Jiang Chengyuan, his face became extremely ugly, as if he had eaten a fly, but this Jiang Chengyuan couldn't beat him, and he was very disgusting.

"Jiang Chengyuan, you don't even talk about credit!" Buza's eyes flashed, and he found such an excuse for a long time.

"Aren't you also untrustworthy, and since you don't keep the first word, then I'm going to follow the crowd. Jiang Chengyuan said with a smile.

Buza snorted coldly, he glanced at the previous sacrifice god on the ground, and a wisp of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

At the beginning, the previous generation of worshippers made a promise to Jiang Chengyuan that he would never let southern Xinjiang invade China in his lifetime, and Jiang Chengyuan would not come to southern Xinjiang again in his lifetime.

This promise is also for Jiang Chengyuan to abide by to this day, if it weren't for Jiang Li's danger, this southern Xinjiang is not credited, and he Jiang Chengyuan is afraid that he will not set foot in southern Xinjiang again in this life.

There have been glories and losses, his son and daughter-in-law even died because of southern Xinjiang, which is a famous place and a sad place for him.

Jiang Chengyuan was very indifferent, and re-stepped into this familiar and unfamiliar land, many things have changed, things are not people, and some of the comrades-in-arms who fought side by side with him are no longer there today.

His grandsons have grown up, and his grandsons are very good and can take charge of themselves, which makes him very happy in his heart, but there is no expression on his face.

Buza stared at Jiang Chengyuan cautiously, don't look at Jiang Chengyuan's smiling look now, but he has seen Jiang Chengyuan when he was in high spirits at the beginning, but he knows how terrible he was when he killed.

At this time, Buza felt that most of his plans were about to run aground, Jiang Chengyuan came, this is an impregnable city wall, as long as he stands here, no one can cross him in the southern Xinjiang.

Jiang Lizhong was very excited, after all, the two of them grew up with the old man since childhood, the relationship between the two was not ordinarily deep, he had been down the mountain for a long time, he had always remembered the old man in his heart, but the old man gave a death order and asked him to stay down the mountain, Jiang Li also knew that if he didn't inform the old man in advance and returned to the mountain rashly, he would not be able to find the old man.

This old man in their family is really powerful, but his temper is a little weird, but after so many years, Jiang Li has also touched some of them, so he didn't return to the mountain directly.

"Master, this time you came down the mountain just for me. Jiang Li smiled, indicating that the old man still cared very much about him, the only seedling of the Jiang family.

At the beginning, the old man let go, after going down the mountain, life and death have nothing to do with him, if you don't want to die young, you can practice national art and study medical skills.

Jiang Li has done these two things, and he works hard every day, but the old man seems to be hard-mouthed and soft-hearted.

"You stinky boy, did Southern Xinjiang let you break into it like this?" Jiang Chengyuan's eyes widened, and he turned around and reprimanded Jiang Li.

Jiang Li scratched his head and asked puzzledly, "Then how do you break in?"

Jiang Chengyuan glanced at the elders of Southern Xinjiang on the scene with a smile, and no one dared to look at him wherever his eyes passed, but Jiang Chengyuan's eyes gradually changed from soft to fierce.

At this time, all the Southern Xinjiang elders couldn't help but shudder, they slowly raised their heads, and saw Jiang Chengyuan's cold eyes, as if they saw the murderous and invincible Jiang Demon God back then.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Jiang Chengyuan slowly compared his eyes, but these three killing words were like flying arrows, murderous, straight through the sky, and every word had a terrifying murderous aura.

Jiang Li's blood felt like it was about to burn at this moment, Jiang Chengyuan faced the masters of Southern Xinjiang, and he actually spoke like this, wanting to fight or kill, all in between his sentences.

It seems that Jiang Chengyuan is the master of this land, no matter who he is, he has to listen to him, such a person is too bold.

Buza's face turned red with anger, Jiang Chengyuan said this, which was equivalent to not taking their southern Xinjiang masters in his eyes.

"Jiang Chengyuan, the old man is old, and he has lived enough, I don't believe that at your current age, many of our elders can't take you down, your cultivation has reached a bottleneck, unless you can break through, otherwise even if you pass another five hundred years, it will still be the same, and we have made too much progress over the years, I want to see if you are so blocking my southern Xinjiang army!" A trace of madness flashed in Buza's eyes.

Ready to fly, have to send!

At this time, Buza already has the mentality of fighting against the water, and many of their masters in southern Xinjiang are pressing, if they are all scared back because of Jiang Chengyuan's appearance, then after they all go back, they will have the face to face the many masters in southern Xinjiang.

This is also a matter of the face of Southern Xinjiang, if he leaves like this, then he, the Great Elder, will be able to abdicate in the future.

"You can try. Jiang Chengyuan stood with his hands in his hands, and scared away countless people in southern Xinjiang with one word.

Grand Elder Buza is also a generation of masters, and he is unmatched, but when he meets Jiang Chengyuan, he is not in the same realm at all.

Jiang Chengyuan has passed so many years, although his cultivation has reached an extremely high realm back then, and he is already invincible in the world, but he has also encountered a bottleneck.

In the eyes of many people, the highest level of national art is nothing more than Jiang Chengyuan, and it is impossible to break through again.

Because further up is the Broken Void, which is no longer in this world, after all, it is just a legendary realm, and it cannot exist in reality.

But over the years, they have been practicing hard, and they think that they have a great realm, although they have not reached the realm of Jiang Chengyuan, but they are better than the crowd.

With so many masters who have stepped out of their own paths attacking together, even the immortals can't stand it, so he doesn't believe that Jiang Chengyuan, a bad old man, can resist such a strong attack.

But seeing Jiang Chengyuan's confident and calm attitude, Buzha was shaken for a moment, they are now in southern Xinjiang like this, decades ago, Jiang Chengyuan made a big fuss, and they were already withered.

If they lose a battle with Jiang Chengyuan today and lose again, they will not be able to turn over in southern Xinjiang for hundreds of years.

"Although there are a lot of geniuses this year, but they haven't come out yet, if our group of old guys die, these young people will break the inheritance, which is equivalent to burying the future of our southern Xinjiang, but if we just withdraw from the army, it will be a great loss to our authority. "Buza is now in a dilemma.

Jiang Chengyuan stood there, without saying a word, calmly looking at the black oppression in front of him.

Jiang Zhenzhong really admired Jiang Chengyuan, as soon as his grandfather appeared, he shocked Buza and the others, and none of the elders in southern Xinjiang dared to step forward to confront Jiang Chengyuan.

Back then, how fierce Jiang Chengyuan should have been, he scared this group of people who were not afraid of death like this.

"You can't do it. Jiang Chengyuan shouted, and his voice suddenly became a little heavier.

Grand Elder Buza's heart moved, and before he could speak, Jiang Chengyuan moved.

"Since you don't do it, then it's no wonder I'm not going to kill a few people in your southern Xinjiang today, you are still a bully in my Huaxia, so many people want to attack us Huaxia?" Jiang Chengyuan shook his shoulders slightly, obviously an old man in his sixties, but he gave people the feeling of a young and strong man.

His whole body snapped up and down, and the muscles and bones in his body seemed to be opened, indescribably smooth.

At the same time, as soon as he stepped on his feet, the cracks in the ground instantly expanded the soles of his feet outward, as if the earth was shattered, which was extremely terrifying.

"Jiang Li is optimistic, I will fight my Jiang family's divine fist again, you have always said that I refuse to teach you, I will teach you well this time, teach you in actual combat, look carefully!" Jiang Chengyuan took a step and rushed into the sky with pride.