Staring at Long Xiangyang and Long Yingying, as well as the backs of more than a dozen bodyguards, Han Santai was a little in a trance.

Glancing at Jiang Hua out of the corner of his eye, and then at Long Xiangyang, Han Santai slowly paced over, and said suspiciously: "That's it, are you from the Long family in the ancient city? Call you godfather? Did I hear it wrong or did I not wake up?" Jiang Hua, tell me honestly, what kind of identity are you?"

Jiang Hua glanced at Han Santai mysteriously, smiled slightly, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, accompanied by the smoke that came out of his mouth, and said lightly: "Old man, my identity is very mysterious! You must keep it secret for me! Yiliu doesn't even know! But you are also very powerful, can you still know someone from the Long family? Have you seen it before?"

Han Santai nodded stunnedly: "I used to be the head of the army as a chief instructor, and I met him once! He was only fifteen or sixteen years old at that time!"

After a while, Han Santai asked again: "Jiang Hua, just tell me, what kind of identity are you? The people of the Long family call you godfather? Isn't that old man of the Long family worshipping you?"

Jiang Hua didn't know how to say his identity, and he couldn't tell it for a while, so he walked around the bend and smiled: "Yes! I call you father-in-law, then the old man of the Long family should also call you father-in-law, are you happy?"

"Uh..." Han Santai was stunned for a moment, and then cracked his mouth and smiled: "Cool! Cool! Hahaha, good son-in-law, I really can't see it, you still have such a big background?

Jiang Hua smiled faintly, looked up at the stars in the sky, and suddenly became a little melancholy, and asked himself in his heart: What kind of identity am I now? It should be, who am I? Jiang Hua? Why did Wen Ruyu say that my name should not be two words? Then what should I be called?

Thinking of this, Jiang Hua flicked his fingers, and the cigarette butt flew out like a meteor in the night sky, and when he wanted to walk around casually with his hands behind his back, he accidentally bumped into a security officer.

"I'm sorry!" Jiang Hua glanced at the security guard, and was about to leave.

But before the feet hanging in mid-air fell, they were pulled by the security officer, and four or five security guards rushed up at once.

"What are you doing?" The security guard stopped Jiang Hua and looked Han Santai up and down, "Who asked you to come here?"

Han Santai smiled, and was about to step forward to explain, but suddenly heard Jiang Hua say: "Someone let us in! What's wrong? This is your family's land? Didn't I apologize to you? What else do you want?"

"What do you want? Who are you?" The security guard swept around and said angrily: "You guys don't fucking look at it well, all cats and dogs are let in! If something happens to the white prince, who of you is responsible?"

Without waiting for everyone to reply, the security guard stretched out his hand to push Jiang Hua, but after pushing twice, he found that Jiang Hua was not moving at all, staring at him expressionlessly.

"Boy, do you want to do it?" the security guard took a step back, unbuttoned his suit, and took out a special throwing stick from his waist, making a gesture to hit, "Give you three seconds to get out of here!"

Jiang Hua glanced at the security guards, all of them holding throwing sticks in their hands, all of them staring at him.

"Friend, do you know who you're talking to? How many lives do you dare to be so rampant with me?" Jiang Hua twisted his neck as he spoke, stretched out his right hand and taunted a few people: "You guys want to fight with me too?"

Han Santai knew what kind of strength Jiang Hua was, he could use a branch to defeat the Ziwei Soft Sword, or he could twist a red brick with his hands like tofu.

He said anxiously: This can't be fought! If this is done, these people will either die or be injured! Jiang Hua may get into a lawsuit!

Thinking of this, Han Santai immediately rushed over with both hands in fists, and laughed one by one: "The brothers are all scattered! We really didn't break in, someone invited us in! Let's go around by ourselves, and the brothers will go and do something else!

"Old man, get out of the way!" The security guards were obviously from out of town, speaking standard Southern Mandarin, "This has nothing to do with you! You just call 120 to carry him away!"

Jiang Hua stood behind Han Santai and frowned, and said with a cruel smile: "Old man, get out of the way!" It's just cold, I'm going to warm up!"

Han Santai sighed in his heart again: Why is Jiang Hua's temper so short-tempered? It seems that he is still a little too young!

Hurriedly said: "I don't need you to make a move, I'll just come to these pieces of material myself!"

Then Han Santai looked at the security guards again: "Brothers, don't blame me! I'm here to save you!"

Before he finished speaking, when he only said the word "I", Han Santai took a step forward and took the lead in launching an offensive.

Han Santai is older and his speed is slower, but his strength and experience are more mature. He stretched out his left hand and pressed the shoulder of the security guard in front of him, and stretched out his left thumb to press down on the security guard's collarbone, and the security guard screamed in pain.

Immediately afterwards, Han Santai stretched out his right foot and swept the security guard's legs with lightning speed, and pressed down with his left hand to put down one.

He didn't stop, but stepped forward with an arrow, and his right hand came out of his waist into a fist, hitting the heart of the second security guard directly! The speed and strength of the punch were perfect, and coupled with the angle of the blow, the heart of the second security guard stopped instantly, and after five or six seconds, the heart was beating again.

Immediately followed by the third, fourth, and fifth security guards, all of whom were taken down by Han Santai with no effort.

When it was over, Han Santai sighed and said with palpitations: "Fortunately, it was my hand! If you were him, you wouldn't be so simple!"

As soon as Han Santai's voice fell, he felt that it was dark in front of him, and Jiang Hua rushed behind him! He suddenly turned his head and looked back, only to see Jiang Hua stretching out two fingers and clamping a short knife!

The owner of that short knife is a man in the prime of life, and he is not much older than Jiang Hua! If it weren't for Jiang Hua, Han Santai would have died under this short knife!

Han Santai couldn't help but shed a few drops of cold sweat, and said in surprise: Where did this person come from? Why didn't I notice it at all?!

And Jiang Hua's ability to see the other party's cultivation ability obtained because of the system's electric punishment came into play at this time.

Jiang Hua stared at the visitor and laughed coldly: "A true immortal in the immortal cultivation realm dares to use a knife in front of me?"

As soon as the words fell, as soon as Jiang Hua's two fingers holding the short knife were forced, he heard a "bell", and the short knife forged by dark iron was broken in two!

"Who are you?" the master of the short knife subconsciously took two steps back, "Are you also an immortal cultivator?"

Jiang Hua smiled: "Guess what kind of person are you? Dare to use a knife against my father-in-law?

Then he put away the smirk on his face, his eyes were cold, and he used his hands to finish off this person!

"Godfather, wait a minute! Misunderstanding!" Just as Jiang Hua was about to make a move, he heard Long Xiangyang's voice.

Following the sound and looking over, there was a young man about the same age as himself beside Long Xiangyang who ran over with a passionate smile on his face. You are out, WeChat attention to the beauty editor to help you find the book!

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