"The teacher who teaches the profession dare not forget." Although Zongtian's words were very polite, Jiang Ming just lowered his head, and there was not the slightest irony in his words.

"You ......" made Zongtian even more annoyed, but how should he question this student who was already an enemy.

"Tell me what you came for." At this time, Zongtian could only forcibly calm himself down.

"I'm just here to visit the teacher."

"Hmph, do you believe that?"

"Since the teacher has already guessed, then everyone understands it in their hearts." The humility on Jiang Ming's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a somewhat oozing indifference.

"Tell me about your conditions?" Although Zongtian's words seemed calm, his heart was a little flustered.

"Conditions? Teacher, did you misunderstand something? Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, and Zongtian's heart sank slightly.

"But it can be reluctantly said to be a condition, after all, the Jiang family just wants you to maintain the status quo."

"The status quo?"

"Yes, that's the status quo." Facing Zongtian's doubts, Jiang Ming also gave an answer, "You just need to wait for my Jiang family to regain control of the weapons market in this Spirit Bead City." ”

"Then the Jiang family, which has accumulated strength, is going to deal with us with all its might?" Although Zongtian's words are a bit irrational, this is also a question that has to be asked.

"Not bad." Jiang Ming actually admitted like this, "But the teacher doesn't need to panic too much, maybe he will just drive you out of Lingzhu City in the end." ”

"Dreaming!" Wan Ling'er's gnashing words popped out again, but Jiang Ming only smiled slightly.

"Whether it's a dream or not, time will tell, but I don't dare to guarantee how long it will take." Jiang Ming shrugged his shoulders indifferently, but Wan Ling'er suddenly pounced.

"Do you think I'll wait that long?!" Although he shouted such words, Wan Ling'er's surprise attack was easily defused by Jiang Ming, and then he restrained Wan Ling'er with one hand.

Seeing this, the people in the room naturally got up, but Jiang Ming held up a delicate small wooden box at this time.

"I'm not here to cause trouble." As he said this, the locket was also opened at this time, but the box was empty.

"When a soul dies, it turns into smoke and dust." Jiang Ming is still showing the box,

"Of course, the same is true of partial deaths."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Ming flicked his wrist, and some faint dust slowly fell.

Such words had already made everything clear to those present, and the thin smoke and dust were most likely a part of the silver white. Although it was not certain how Yinbai had been hurt, Zong Tian was already furious.

Seeing that Zongtian looked like he was about to make a move, Jiang Ming pushed Wan Ling'er over, and in the face of such an action, Zongtian naturally first supported Wan Ling'er, who was unstable, but Jiang Ming's next behavior was to make all of them freeze in place.

Jiang Ming held a sharp blade in his hand, but the blade was not aimed at anyone opposite him, the knife was actually on his own fingers.

Just when everyone was still stunned, Jiang Ming's knife moved, and the little finger of his left hand was also cut off at once. Just as he said before, the fingers that left the body immediately turned into ashes, and the scattered appearance was extremely similar to just now.