Billionaire God of War

"Yes

Huang Yuming immediately said.

He knew that in the East China Sea, Jiangning said that he would never allow anyone to interfere in the affairs of the East China Sea.

Not to mention, the comers are not good. They don't give Tan face at all. They deliberately trample Tan Xing's face on the ground in front of the public. They have no respect for the elderly.

Jiangning will not be polite to such people!

Huang Yuming left and immediately arranged.

And Jiangning went out to the pavilion.

"Drinking alone?"

He glanced and laughed, "Oh, it's tea."

"Boring tea is boring."

Jiangning sat down, poured himself a cup, looked at Tan Xing, "an old man, can't see through it."

"No

Tan Xing shook his head and frowned slightly, "I'm not unhappy because I lost my face."

He looked up at Jiangning: "after I was scolded by your nose, I didn't care about face."

That said, Tan Xing's heart is strong, but also thanks to Jiangning.

"I just want the younger generation of Tan to remember what it's like to be humiliated."

He sighed, "otherwise, one day I'm not here, who will carry Tan's flag?"

Jiangning nodded.

He knows Tan Xing's good intentions.

Tan Xing is not young, but he is still healthy. From Jiangning's point of view, it is not a problem to live another 20 or 30 years old.

But Tan has no younger generation to stand up, which is a big problem.

"The boy's strength is indeed very strong. It should be a foot, buried in the strength of the grand master level, but I want to teach him a lesson, it's not a problem."

Tan Xing told the truth.

He took a look at Jiangning, "but this Fang family..."

He was afraid of the Fang family, which he had never heard of.

He has heard of all the Wudao families in the world, but he has never heard of Fang.

This sudden appearance of people, let Tan Xing some doubt.

"Have you heard of the martial arts family? The hermit family. "

Jiangning took a sip of tea and said faintly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Tan Xing's eyes shrank.

"Are they still there?"

That's it.

Jiangning did not say anything, just a smile, no comment.

Whether it really exists or not, we will know.

Looking at Jiangning's expression, Tan Xing seemed to understand. He sighed: "you boy, you can really make trouble. If the hermit martial arts family really exists, then they..."

"Every circle has its own rules. Since you don't know whether they exist, naturally, they can't easily interfere with our affairs."

Jiangning said, "if he wants to interfere, he has to ask me whether he agrees or not."

Tan Xing was silent for a long time without saying a word.

He poured himself a cup of tea and another cup of Jiangning.

The tea was a little cold, but the blood in his heart was gradually boiling.

"I Tan Shi, if there is a young man like you, who will break the sky, I will support him!"

A man of martial arts has no blood. What kind of man is he called?

"People always have to experience something before they can grow up. These people like Tan should have understood this truth by now,"

Jiangning got up, "so you can rest assured that I will help you and teach them."

With that, Jiangning left.

Tan Xing looked at his back, laughed, shook his head, and then laughed again.

People live a lifetime, can meet such an interesting young people, it is really not a pity.