Dragon Son-In-Law God Of War

Chapter 874: Totally fine

Ye Qingcheng's face was full of humiliation, his mouth was sealed by the soles of his shoes, and he couldn't say anything.

The second time! The dignified family members were rubbed under their feet twice! "This is the second time!"

"Remember next time, you have one last chance!"

Jiang Beichen stepped hard, and directly plunged Ye Qingcheng's head into the snow.

Ye Qingcheng's brain was buzzing, and he was ashamed and angry. He coughed violently and fainted in the snow.

"The weak and windy cousin is also worthy to challenge me?"

Jiang Beichen snorted coldly and strode towards the outside directly.

At this time, Wang Xun brought people around again, as if he still didn't mean to let Jiang Beichen go.

"Boy, do you think you can leave today?"

Wang Xun had a cruel expression on his face.

"I admit that your cultivation is above me, but with so many brothers and sisters here today, you think you can beat it by yourself!"

Wang Xun had a smirk expression on his face, and the other seniors also surrounded him.

This kid is too arrogant. If he doesn't teach him a lesson today, he really thinks that they are all gangsters under Zheng He! "Today, your master pays tribute to the day, the dead are the greatest, don't force me to act!

Jiang Beichen frowned and said.

"Fighting is not dependent on many people!"

"To be honest, you people, to me, are just ants!"

Jiang Beichen spoke with disdain.

There is no martial arts master present, what is it if it is not an ant?

Even the martial arts master, to him, is just Tu Gouer! "Boy, are you crazy?

Do you really think you are invincible without teaching you a lesson? "

Wang Xun was out of anger, this kid was simply too arrogant, and looking at their eyes, it was really like looking at ants.

"What are you still stunned? Everyone joins together. Lao Tzu rubs his head against Master's spirit very hard!"

Wang Xun shouted loudly.

歘欻欻! Hundreds of people present, almost all martial arts masters, all rushed forward.

Wang Xun couldn't help but sneer.

No matter how capable this kid is, the crowd tactics are enough to fill him to death, right?

But the next moment, Wang Xun's smile froze on his face.

Seeing that the brothers hadn't approached yet, Jiang Beichen just raised his hand, and immediately everyone flew up inexplicably.

"This..." Wang Xun was dumbfounded, and everyone else was horrified.

Under what circumstances, why did the earth's gravity disappear?

Wow! Jiang Beichen waved a big hand, and everyone screamed, falling to the ground like dumplings.

Suddenly, there were screams from the snow.

Guru! Wang Xun swallowed hard.

What is this?

You know, there are hundreds of people, and one move can defeat hundreds of people. I am afraid that ordinary martial arts masters can't do this, right?

"Who are you?"

Wang Xun asked in a hoarse voice, such a method is definitely not a nameless person.

Eighty percent is a young master! With such an enchanting talent, I'm afraid it's not a closed disciple of a hermit?

"Who am I, you don't deserve to know!"

Jiang Beichen said coldly, with a disdainful expression.

Wang Xun was immediately furious, "Boy, don't be too arrogant, let me tell you, my master has a lot of old friends in the Beiquan school. Maybe those martial arts seniors will be there today. You really think you can be an enemy of the entire Beiquan. ?"

Creak! At this moment, a luxury motorcade suddenly drove into the manor.

The car door opened, and a series of powerful old men stepped off the car.

The leader is a burly figure, and the momentum is like a rainbow. At a glance, he is definitely not an ordinary martial arts master! When Wang Xun's eyes lit up, he recognized it on the spot.

This is the martial arts master of the Beiquan school, and they are all here! Wang Xun hurriedly ran over and bowed excitedly to the burly old man headed by him: "Master Drunkard, are you here to worship the master?

You came just right, this kid dares to make trouble at the funeral of his lay teacher. Please be fair for me! "

In Wang Xun's view, the alcoholics and others are Master's friends, and they will definitely help them.

As a result, the alcoholic slapped him with a big slap, "A dog-like thing, what silly words, even if your master is still alive, you dare not yell like that!"

Wang Xun rolled to the ground, covering his face with a puzzled expression.

This is being beaten! After all, the alcoholic is Master's best friend, why didn't he come up to help him, but reward him with a slap.

But at this time, the alcoholic brought a group of masters towards Jiang Beichen, bowing and saluting: "I'll wait to see the leader!"

Chief?

Wang Xun looked dazed, and his body shook violently.

The other brothers also have a frightening expression! This person turned out to be the leader of the Beiquan line?

They have also heard of it before, the new leader of the Beiquan line, the first in the Hualong list, Beihai Yizhimei! Unexpectedly... It turned out to be the young man in front of you?

Wang Xun was trapped, and everyone present was trapped.

No wonder! No wonder people only burn incense but not salute.

Fully qualified! In terms of identity, he is the leader and leader of Beiquan! In terms of seniority, they are the masters of drinkers, and Zheng He and drinkers are the same generation. Regardless of their youth, the seniority is indeed a generation higher than his own master.

Nothing wrong at all! "Master, Zheng He is considered to be an old man in my Beiquan line. Since you are all here, Master, we will naturally also come here for a ride!"

The drinker said with emotion.

If it weren't for Jiang Beichen to take the lead, they would not dare to come today.

Jiang Beichen nodded, "Zheng He and I are our own masters! Other than that, I have no prejudice against him!"

"But with today's occasion, I still have to make it clear!"

"Wumeng wolf ambition, the picture is not small, as a soldier, I will never let the Wumeng bigger!"

"It won't even take long, there will be a battle between me and the Wumeng, to completely disintegrate it!"

Jiang Beichen spoke with a serious face.

"So, if you choose to do something for the Wumeng, you should automatically admit that you are an enemy of Jiang!"

"When you are introduced, don't blame Jiang Mou for turning his face ruthlessly!"

After Jiang Beichen said this, he strode towards the outside of the village.

As soon as the drunkard was watching, Wang Xun waited for a group of disciples, lying on the ground tremblingly, not even daring to lift his head.

Until Jiang Beichen left the manor, everyone was a little relieved.

But at this moment, Ye Qingcheng in the snow suddenly moved and his whole body slowly woke up.

"Xiao Yezhong, I **** killed you! Ah!"

Ye Qingcheng was frantically violent, as if trying to fight the air.

Everyone looked dull, and the air became extremely quiet.

Ye Qingcheng finally woke up and took a look at the court, "Where is Xiao Yezhong, ran away?

Brother Wang Xun, take someone to catch me quickly! I want him to die today! "

Ye Qingcheng kept roaring.

Wang Xun's face turned pale with fright.

Xiaoyejing?

Do you dare to scold the leader of the Beiquan line, Beihai Yizhimei is Xiaoyezhong?

Still killing someone?

You're so **** looking for death! "what?

Senior alcoholic? "

Ye Qingcheng was dumbfounded, and immediately overjoyed, ran over quickly.

"Senior drunkard, do you recognize me?

I, Ye Qingcheng, the youngest member of the Yeh family! Last time there was Senior Zheng, we had a drink together! "

"In this way, senior drunkard, you help me kill someone. As long as you help me kill this 獠, my Ye family will vigorously support the position of the Beiquan faction in the martial arts! How?"

Ye Qingcheng even offered the conditions.

After all, martial arts people also need connections and money. How can martial arts really leave the world.

"Oh?

Then you are talking about, who do you want me to kill? "

The drunkard had a smile on his face.

"His name is Jiang Beichen, a small wild species from the Zhang family!"

Ye Qingcheng called out.

The words fell.

The faces of all the masters of the Beiquan line sank.

"Senior drunkard, as long as you can make a move..." "Are you out of your head!"

Snapped! A big slap shot Ye Qingcheng directly into the snowdrift. Before Ye Qingcheng could finish speaking, he fell into a coma again.

"Take this **** thing, strip it out of Lao Tzu and throw it on the street!"