Hearing Jiang Zhinan's provocation, Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows: "Really?"

Jiang Zhi was embarrassed by Jiang Chen, but he didn't expect to dare to ask him back, he was immediately stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Of course, so many people testify, I, Jiang Zhi, am difficult to say!"

Jiang Chen nodded: "I hope you don't regret it, even if you regret it, I will kill you today!"

The old man was shocked, he knew that Jiang Chen was not bragging, and Jiang Chen was decisive in killing, if it went on like this, it would really be dead!

Although Jiang Zhinan poisoned them, he was his own son after all.

As the saying goes, tiger poison does not eat children, although he is ready to cut off relations with Jiang Zhinan, he doesn't want him to die!

"It's difficult, I'll say you one last time, you should apologize to Jiang Chen quickly, don't be obsessed!" the old man persuaded bitterly.

Jiang Zhinan didn't understand the painstaking effort at all, and when he saw that the old man was still on Jiang Chen's side, he was directly furious.

"Okay, you're an old immortal, and you still help them talk, then good, when I kill Jiang Chen, I'll send you to the end!"

Jiang Zhinan gritted his teeth, and his eyes burst out with hatred and anger.

"Jiang Chen, quickly take out your spiritual liquid, you can take it!"

The second uncle, Jiang Zhiyi, fanned the flames in the back.

Jiang Chen snapped his fingers, and with a thought in his mind, the bottles of spiritual liquid placed in the storage ring began to fly out.

With a wave of his hand, nearly a thousand bottles of spiritual liquid, like bullets fired at high speed, lined up on the marble table.

The crowd was stunned by the dazzling array of operations.

Jiang Zhinan laughed wildly: "I'll let you take the spiritual liquid, not let you play tricks!"

Father Jiang Zhixing trembled with excitement, the whole person stood up, and the old man's jaw was about to fall in shock.

Before, Jiang Chen displayed hundreds of bottles of spiritual liquid, which had already shocked him, but now he actually displayed more than a thousand bottles, shocked, unspeakably shocked!

It turns out that this is Jiang Chen's hole card?

He underestimated his grandson again!

Dangdangdang!

The last gray-brown bottle landed on the marble tabletop, and Jiang Chen pointed to the densely packed and neatly arranged bottles:

"Don't you want the ipsi, it's all!"

Jiang Zhinan's original mocking and distorted expression was instantly sluggish.

What about funny?

More than a thousand bottles on this table are all spiritual liquid?

Even if the biggest family in Yanjing came, why wouldn't they dare to joke like this?

"You're fucking stupid, there's not even fifty bottles of spiritual liquid in the entire Yanjing, you have a table full of cold water, right?"

"Lao Tzu asked you to take out the spiritual liquid, and didn't let you play tricks here!"

"What about the spiritual liquid, keep blowing, you can't take it out and prepare to die!"

Jiang Chen snorted coldly, with a move of his hand, a bottle flew towards him, he unscrewed the cork, and a fragrance mixed with medicinal fragrance quickly filled the entire space.

This taste is much purer than the taste of Jiang Zhinan's spiritual liquid.

Of course, Jiang Chen's storage ring is full of top-notch things, and what Jiang Zhinan is holding in his hand is the most inferior product.

The taste of the spiritual liquid is most familiar to Jiang Zhinan.

Smelling the smell, his eyes widened and he cried out in a lost voice: "Spiritual liquid?"

At this time, others also reacted.

Smelling this smell, they also distinguished that the previous one was defective.

"What's the matter, don't you believe it?" Jiang Chen waved his hand, and a bottle flew towards Jiang Zhinan.

Jiang Zhiyi caught it and twisted away.

A refreshing medicinal fragrance came out.

His face changed wildly, his legs went limp, and he sat down normally.

The bottle in his hand was also thrown out, Jiang Zhiyi stood next to him and quickly caught it with both hands, leaned over and smelled it, a pure energy rushed into his nose, and the whole person was shocked.

"Damn, it's really spiritual liquid!"

He also sat down on the ground with his legs limp.

The bottle was picked up by a few other unbelievers, and when they smelled it, their faces all showed shocked looks.

"Isn't it, is it really an aura?"

"Oh my God, where did he get the ipsi?"

A group of people chattered.

Immediately, they all set their eyes on the marble table with a thousand bottles of spiritual liquid, and their mouths were as big as an apple.

O God!

That's a thousand bottles!

Gee......

If you were to convert this into cash, how much would it cost?

One bottle is calculated according to five million, tsk, a thousand bottles, five billion ???

it!

Everyone calculated in their hearts and was immediately frightened.

"How is it, is it true that it has been identified?" Jiang Chen walked over with a sneer.

The two brothers, Jiang Zhinan and Jiang Zhiyi, who were sitting on the ground limply, were speechless, their voices were moving, and they made hoarse sounds.

Jiang Zhi pinched his arm vigorously, he suspected that this was a dream!

Impossible, simply impossible!

How can a teenager have a thousand bottles of spiritual liquid?

"Impossible, impossible, you are deceiving us by a trick!" Jiang Zhinan finally spoke, and roared hoarsely.

Jiang Chen shook his head: "Don't believe it?"

Immediately, he walked to the table, picked a random bottle and opened it, and poured it towards a dying pot of fortune trees in the living room.

At the moment when the fragrance of medicine filled, the leaves of the Fortune Tree fell, and then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, the dry branches returned to green, and the buds were pulled out on them, and those leaves grew rapidly, and soon the Fortune Tree became luxuriant.

Silent!

Only the frightened and sluggish crowd!

It's true!

This ichor turned out to be real!

"Are you convinced?" Jiang Chen asked.

Jiang Zhinan and Jiang Zhixing did not speak.

Jiang Zhi's face was like ashes, his head was blank, he knew that he had encountered a hard stubble, very hard and hard, maybe he was wrong from the beginning.

Jiang Zhiyi can't wait to smoke himself to death, why should he stand in line?

Why take sides?

He chose the team very badly these two times!

Regardless of where Jiang Chen got the thousand bottles of spiritual liquid, if he didn't stand in line, Jiang Chen might give him a few bottles at that time!

One bottle is five million!

He wants to die!

The second aunt, several aunts, several cousins of Jiang Chen, and the company executives were all stupid.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed that Jiang Chen had this kind of hole card.

Seeing that everyone didn't speak, Jiang Chen smiled faintly: "Sister Junjun, come here, I'll wash my hands!"

With a look, Han Xiangjun already understood.

I saw her unscrew a bottle of spiritual liquid, pick up the mouth of the bottle, pour it down, Jiang Chen put her hand underneath, and washed her hands with the spiritual liquid that flowed out.

Spiritual liquid hand washing?

Wash your hands for five million?

The sound of the water flowing turned into the sound of smashing banknotes in everyone's ears.

Others hid it as a family heirloom, and he actually washed his hands, which was a violent thing!

"What you just said, I'll take it out and you say you'll die, right?"

After washing his hands, Jiang Chen shook off the water column and asked in a cold voice.

In an instant, a powerful coercion and murderous aura enveloped the entire hall.

Jiang Zhinan felt cold from head to foot, the blood in his veins began to flow backwards, and his entire face was distorted.

He struggled to kneel: "Jiang Chen, I was wrong, I was joking with you, can you spare me?"

"Oh?"

Jiang Chen let out a faint sound, and a huge air palm slapped down.

Boom!

There was a bang, and a cloud of blood exploded through the crowd.