"You're only sixteen years old, how can it be that you've already reached the realm of a fifth-order overlord spiritual cultivator, this, it's impossible, it's impossible, it's impossible---"

Who is he Jiang Master? A person who has lived for more than 3,000 years, an ancestor who is in charge of a powerful spiritual cultivator family in the Northern Plains, and his cultivation for 3,000 years is no match for a sixteen-year-old yellow-haired girl?

This, how ridiculous --

"Shouldn't you be proud?" Huang Qingwan sneered, although the teahouse was destroyed, the place where she was was still intact, "The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, the front waves die on the beach, you old waves, you should have died a long time ago-"

What kind of bullshit is this? Master Jiang was a little confused when he heard it, he didn't even know what kind of river the Yangtze River was.

It's just that although he knew that Huang Qing was powerful, he never thought that a sixteen-year-old girl would be able to reach the realm of a fifth-order overlord spiritual cultivator against the sky!

Demons throughout the ages, when they were young, how many people could have such achievements?

Even the Demon Nine Highness of the Cangyi Temple, or the crown prince, I am afraid that at this age, he does not have such terrifying power.

Huang Qingwan continued to sneer, Master Jiang is undoubtedly a stubborn old man, if he hadn't done it to her first, Huang Qingwan would not have attacked him, just to show his respect for the little lady.

This old man, after all, is the head of the Jiang family and the grandfather of the little mother-

Now that he has already made a move, she will not say anything about it.

"Old man, don't you still tell me where Uncle Wenjun is?" Huang lightly pulled his body and did not move, but his voice was cold and terrifying.

She mobilized her spiritual power, but she couldn't spy on Lord Jiang's divine sense, and she couldn't see anything from it.

"Hehehe-" Lord Jiang's old body, one hand supported the dragon golden gun, and the other hand wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and suddenly laughed, and his white hair fell down his shoulders, looking like he had aged ten years in an instant.

"As a descendant of the Jiang family, you must be ready to dedicate yourself to the Jiang family at any time, your mother is, and so is your uncle!" Lord Jiang said while coughing up blood, "The bright era of the Jiang family is coming, and your uncle, it is his blessing to be the first devotee of this bright era!" ”

"Bright Age--Devotee--" Every time Master Jiang said a word, Huang's eyes turned cold, what kind of secret does the Jiang family have?

What is the Bright Age, and why should we be consecrated?

"I don't want to listen to nonsense, do you think you really care about the Jiang family that much?" Huang Qing's hand, at this time also overflowed a golden light, it was the golden war spear she herself refined, she was like a stunning killing god, holding the golden war spear, from the air, one step in front of the Jiang Lord, stretched out her hand, the golden war spear pointed directly at the throat of the Jiang Lord, "Are you also afraid of death?" Obviously a person who is about to enter the dirt pit, and he still does so many tricks, isn't it just to live longer? The Jiang family, look at the Jiang family who died in this teahouse today, but they all died for you, do you really, care about them? ”

Lord Jiang was stunned, his eyes swept over the inverted, flesh-and-blood Jiang family disciples, these people had just been stunned, and by now, many people had lost their breath, and even the Yuan Shen had been shaken apart-

And his grandson Jiang Yufan, before, had been trampled to death by the phoenix lightly!