Jiang Yuanfeng stood outside the city gate, looking at the people speeding in the distance, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally set his eyes on Jiang Congfeng, the second son who was accompanying him, and said, "Is it really impossible to change?"

What to change, Jiang Congfeng knew very well in his heart, he looked at his father's somewhat unwilling look, and knew what he wanted to say. Although from his heart, he naturally didn't want his family to take refuge in others like this, but he knew very well that he really didn't have any way to do this kind of thing.

"Father, Senior Sister Yun has a very high status in the palace, and her decision really can't be overturned by the child. ”

"The child is incompetent!"

Jiang Yuanfeng sighed and said: "Feng'er, I don't blame you, people are swords, I am fish and meat, our Jiang family doesn't have that strength, let's belong to it, anyway, it's the same for everyone." ”

Just as the two of them were talking, everyone behind Jiang Yuanfeng also looked at Zheng Ming and the others who were getting closer and closer, and when they saw Jiang Weilong and the other cavalry gradually stopping, only two horsemen left, all of them showed strange expressions in their expressions.

There were young members of the Jiang family, one by one, gritting their teeth tightly and looking at Zheng Ming with a hateful gaze.

In the eyes of these children of the Jiang family, their Jiang family was originally an independent family, and at most, it was just to offer some offerings to the Burial Sword Palace every year. But now, he has to surrender to the hands of that Qingquan Bo.

And this kind of surrender is still the surrender of the entire family without a single battle.

Zheng Ming came single-handedly, and in their eyes, they felt that they had been bullied even more. Zheng Ming came over in this way. It's telling them. He didn't take their Jiang family in his eyes at all.

"It's too much to deceive people!" said a Jiang family martial artist in his twenties, with anger in his voice.

Around this young man, there were many teenagers from the Jiang family, and they all looked at Zheng Ming who was already approaching with great anger, and some people gritted their teeth.

"Big brother, our Jiang family didn't fight a single battle, so we surrendered directly to the Zheng family, this kind of thing. Speaking of which, we can't even raise our heads outside, you see how the Zheng family treats us, come here alone, this is obviously humiliating our Zheng family, I think we can't do anything to him!"

"Shi can be killed, but not humiliated, little brother, wait a minute, let this arrogant man know that our Jiang family is not without men. ”

Compared with the whispered discussion of the young man of the Jiang family, the heads of the major families in Nylon Mansion looked indifferent one by one.

They were originally subordinates of the Jiang family. Now the Jiang family is attached to Qingquan Bo, for them. It didn't have any effect, so they just watched it all indifferently.

"Jiang Yuanfeng of the Jiang family, lead the families of Jinxiu Mansion to meet Ming Shao!" Jiang Yuanfeng bowed respectfully when Zheng Ming's came closer.

And the people behind him, whether they wanted to or not, also bowed down, and for a while, they were also decent.

According to the usual script, Zheng Ming, as the conqueror, should be very generous to help Jiang Yuanfeng up, and then come up with two words of comfort, such a scene can be described as perfect.

And in the eyes of most people, Zheng Ming should also sit like this, at least, Luo Yuanhao, who was riding with Zheng Ming, had already jumped off his mount.

It's a pity that under the expectant gaze of everyone, Zheng Ming didn't even move, he glanced at Jiang Yuanfeng lightly with his eyes and said, "The head of the Jiang family should be dissatisfied with the Qingquan Bofu attached to me, right?"

Jiang Yuanfeng had guessed many times in his heart about the situation of meeting Zheng Ming, but he didn't expect that his first visit would face such a scene.

Shouldn't it be thirsty for talent? Shouldn't it be like a family?

However, as the lord of the house, Jiang Yuanfeng still has his own means, and he said in a deep voice: "My subordinates don't dare." ”

Zheng Ming smiled, didn't pay attention to Jiang Yuanfeng, but glanced at the people present with his eyes and said, "I know that among you, not to mention that everyone is dissatisfied with our Zheng family, but out of ten, there are also eight who are uncomfortable in their hearts. ”

"Even if it is obedient on the surface, but there is also strength in the heart, hehe, now I will give you a chance, you people, choose a hundred, as long as you can defeat me, I don't care about your Splendid Mansion." ”

Jiang Yuanfeng's eyes widened at this moment, although he had heard a lot about Zheng Ming, he didn't expect that this person would be so domineering.

Let himself be besieged by others, he is not mistaken! Although Jiang Yuanfeng's heart was heartbroken, he really didn't believe that this kind of thing was like a joke.

Not only Jiang Yuanfeng hesitated, but those who followed to greet Zheng Ming were all stunned.

Those small families, they originally felt that everyone listened to the same, so they didn't dare to move, but the young people of the Jiang family were eager to try at this moment.

After all, what they pursue is their own family, not to survive under the oppression of others. However, these children of the Jiang family, all of whom have been cultivated by the Jiang family for many years, do not dare to make decisions in major matters.

"Ming Shao said and laughed!" Jiang Yuanfeng suppressed the thoughts that were about to move in his heart, and said with a smile on his face.

How could Zheng Ming let go of the opportunity he had created to establish his authority, he smiled and said: "Joke, what I said is true, and I am a person who speaks, why do you really no one dare to try?"

Looking at some of the young people below with flushed faces, the smile in Zheng Ming's eyes was even more, and he said lightly: "Master Jiang, I read a poem in the past, and I never understood what it meant, but now I understand." ”

As he spoke, Zheng Ming read in a clear voice: "140,000 people are disarmed, **************!"

Zheng Ming remembered these two sentences of this poem, but when these two sentences were recited at this time, it was quite a slap in the face.

Almost at the moment when Zheng Ming recited these two lines of poetry, a loud shout sounded, and with this shout, I saw a stout young man flying into the air towards Zheng Ming again.

This young man looked to be in his twenties, and at the moment he rushed towards Zheng Ming, his fists had already converged into dozens of fist shadows, and along with these fist shadows, there was even a fist style formed by the convergence of internal qi.

For a time, the boxing style gave people a feeling like a mountain.

Nine-rank martial artist, this young man is not only a nine-rank martial artist, but also the martial arts he cultivates also surpass the seven-rank martial arts.

In the Splendid Mansion, this young man should be a powerful young talent, but his fist, the moment it hit Zheng Ming's body, he felt his gap, the qi clock that implied a pale red light, and at the moment when it made a sound of gold and iron, it also shattered his fist wind.

And at the moment when he retreated, Zheng Ming's fist hit him even harder under the ribs, directly knocking him out.

"Brothers, fight with him, let him see, the men of our Splendid Mansion are not easy to bully. ”

One shout, one hundred responses, and in an instant, hundreds of figures rushed towards Zheng Ming frantically, and they wanted to beat this hateful guy into pulp.

, What he said was really insulting, and they wanted to let this guy see if they were men or not.

Zheng Ming let out a hearty laugh in the face of the people who rushed up, he had been waiting for these teenagers for a long time.

Although beating these teenagers is really a bit of a victory for Zheng Ming, but the cute reputation value, no one really dislikes it.

The triple qi clock cooperated with Zheng Ming's Red Rizhao Daqian, who had cultivated to the peak of the seventh layer, and Zheng Ming, who had grasped the qi machine with the Dao Heart Demon Cultivation Dafa, and performed the bear hugging skill for a while, was like a tiger entering a wolf pack.

Most of the people who rushed up were the children of the Jiang family, and the cultivation of these young children of the Jiang family was about eight grades at most.

More people, cultivating in the ninth grade, and even some young people who have come over to gain knowledge, have not yet broken through the ninth grade, they were provoked by Zheng Ming, and rushed up directly, without thinking at all, whether they can beat Zheng Ming.

The ambition of young people is sometimes very admirable, so Zheng Ming basically does not stick to it, and for those children of the Jiang family who are crazy to attack him, he will break his leg at most.

"Ah, my hand, my hand is broken!"

"Big brother, take me away, my leg is broken, woo, it hurts!"

Jiang Congfeng looked at Zheng Ming, who was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and thousands of thoughts flashed in his heart for a while, he wanted to rush forward at this time, but what he thought more about was that he disobeyed Yun Yuerong's decision to rush forward like this.

Although he and Yun Yuerong sound like senior sisters and brothers, the status of the two of them is the difference between heaven and earth in the Burial Sword Palace.

Maybe because he disobeyed Yun Yuerong's decision, he let his identity as a disciple of the Burial Sword Palace be cut off.

Just when Jiang Congfeng hesitated in his heart, among the hundreds of people who rushed up, there were already seventy or eighty people, who had already fallen to the ground, and some of the others did not have the heroism that they had just rushed up, but ran away one by one.

"Everyone, what are you still doing, let this surnamed Zheng look at the blood of the men of our Splendid Mansion!"

"Ah, you are still not men, do you still have some blood, your head can be broken, blood can flow, but you can't be a bad seed. ”

A few children of the Jiang family who had been beaten to the ground, but were still unwilling to give in, were shouting loudly. Their voices, combined with the sorrowful cries of many people, were filled with sad anger for a while.

"Patriarch, if I go to fight in the last battle, even if I lose, I can't make people feel that there is no one in our Jiang family. A middle-aged man standing on Jiang Yuanfeng's left rushed towards Zheng Ming as he spoke.

As soon as the middle-aged man made a move, it was a blazing palm wind, a rolling palm shadow, carrying an overwhelming momentum.

Seven pinnacles!(To be continued.) )