Immortal God King

Jiang Xiaobai bathed in the divine light, just like a god of war, with one hand pointing to the sky and his face like frost.

Boom!

The hall trembled violently, and then all the Jiang family felt their breath was short. It's like the air around is suddenly emptied.

Then, a loud dragon song sounded, like thunder in the public's ears. All the people in the hall look at the door.

There is a real dragon flying, with more than ten Zhang long rainbow light, and then into a golden dragon sword, fell into Jiang Xiaobai's fingers.

"No way!" The fifth uncle crushed the purple clay teapot in his hand, and the third master stood up and looked at the golden sword in disbelief.

"Family ware, dragon sword!" The second uncle's old face showed a startled color, and his body trembled.

What is family ware?

It's the treasure that is connected with their blood. In order to maintain stability, a large family is not like a pack of loose sand, but mostly controlled by amazing people. This amazing person must be the strongest in cultivation, otherwise it will be hard to convince the public. If the accomplishments are almost the same, then it depends on the family tools to maintain stability!

As soon as the people in the clan are born, they will swear in front of the clan utensils. If they disobey, they will be killed mercilessly by the clan utensils!

"How can you control the clan weapon, how can you!" The fifth uncle gnashed his teeth and his eyes were red with blood. Jiang Zheng's face is even more distorted. The position of young clan leader was easy to get, but now it's lost. He doesn't accept it!

"False, all this is false!" Seven uncles seem to have lost the whole body strength general, sit on the chair, looking at that youth.

Young holding dragon sword, temperament dust, cold complexion.

"Now, who's going to kill me?" Jiang Xiaobai asked, with the family tools in hand, everyone knows what it means. The clan leader is the one who has mastered the clan tools! If anyone dares to object, the dragon sword will kill them!

Everyone is staring at Jiang Xiaobai, who can not imagine Jiang Xiaobai will have this hand.

"Get out of here." Jiang Xiaobai pointed his sword at Jiang Julie and spoke again.

Jiang Julie was not reconciled to the extreme, but the sense of submission from his blood made him difficult to resist. He even felt that his blood was about to coagulate, and was locked by a sharp killing.

That killing opportunity comes from that magic sword!

No matter how unwilling he was, he didn't dare to fight against the family ware, so he had to step down from the gilded chair.

Jiang Xiaobai sneered and walked forward in the eyes of the people. Just as he was about to sit down, an old man suddenly spoke. The old man is too old, white hair and white beard, leaning on crutches, almost dying: "wait a minute."

"My Lord, what do you want to say?" Jiang Xiaobai turns around.

Jiang Julie and others are happy. This is the oldest person in the Jiang family.

"I don't allow a rebel to be the patriarch. It's indecent. What's more, you are a waste now. You don't have any accomplishments. " The old man coughed and said.

"Do you want to fight against clan weapons?" Jiang Xiaobai narrowed his eyes.

"I almost stepped into the coffin with one foot, and it didn't take me long to live. I can resist, give full play to my waste heat, and seek happiness for my younger generation." The old man said with a smile.

Jiang Xiaobai's heart sank. If the old man killed himself regardless of his life, it would be useless even if he mastered the dragon sword.

Before Jiang Xiaobai could say anything, the old man said: "of course, if you want to be the head of the minority clan, it's not impossible. Your strength must convince the public."

He bit the three words "little clan leader" very hard. The meaning is very obvious. It's impossible for you to insist on being a clan leader. You can only be a little clan leader. And the little patriarch, this position is very ambiguous, can be replaced at any time.

Jiang Xiaobai already understood what the old man wanted to say, and said faintly: "so?"

"Unless your strength still ranks first in the younger generation of the Jiang family, otherwise, I won't accept it." The old man said with a smile.

Many parents think this is wonderful.

Everyone knows that Jiang Xiaobai's accomplishments have been lost, and the younger generation is Jiang Zhengxiu's highest, who has entered the great realm of Guixu. This kind of cultivation is more than enough to deal with a waste?

Jiang Zheng got excited and looked at the old man gratefully. Then he flattered him and said, "my grandfather is right."

"It means that if I defeat Jiang Zheng, will you recognize me as the patriarch?" Jiang Xiaobai asked in a cold voice.

The old man is still smiling: "it's the little clan leader."

To tell you the truth, the old man doesn't want to fight against the family's weapons. It's not pleasant to say. He can only frighten Jiang Xiaobai. If you don't do it, he doesn't want to.

The standard of speaking is really high, Jiang Xiaobai sneered.

Jiang Zheng stood up and pointed to Jiang Xiaobai: "come here, let's fight. If we win, you are the little clan leader."

The master sighed in his heart. Even if he was upset with Jiang Xiaobai, he had to admit it in his heart. Jiang Zheng's and Jiang Xiaobai's heart nature is too different. Jiang Zhengmu has no one in him. He is arrogant, just like a straw bag. Jiang Xiaobai, with a steady mind, foresight and cunning, never reveals his real cards.

The faces of many parents once again appeared a smile, looked at each other, sat back on the chair satisfied.

A waste... Or a waste with a wound, and a monk who can win back to the ruins, that's the hell.

Everyone looked forward to Jiang Xiaobai's anger and despair. But they are disappointed, because Jiang Xiaobai is still expressionless, his face is old well, it seems that nothing can affect his mood.

"Come here for a fight, and I'll kill you today. My genius has gone to pieces." Jiang Zheng hooked Jiang Xiaobai's fingers.

"Wait a minute, you can't use the dragon sword." He added.

People want to kiss the old man's wrinkled face. Ginger is still hot.

To everyone's surprise, Jiang Xiaobai put the dragon sword on the gilded chair and came down stabbing.

Jiang Zheng can't control the excitement in his heart, and suddenly takes a step: "anti bone, suffer death!"

He took one step, just like a tiger down the mountain, two fists shining, one blow out. The fist seal glows, and there is a faint sound of dragon singing and tiger howling. People's eyes squint and praise.

Although Jiang Zheng's Dragon Tiger boxing is not as powerful as Jiang Xiaobai's in the peak period, it has a fierce atmosphere. Even a hill can crack with this blow.

Fifth uncle Jiang Julie's face is a smile, everyone can see, this punch, Jiang Xiaobai can't stop. That thin body, next breath will be blown into pieces.

Jiang Zheng naturally uses his peak strength and is ready to take advantage of this opportunity to kill Jiang Xiaobai completely.

Jiang Xiaobai seems to be scared. He just looks at Jiang Zheng in a daze, and fifth uncle almost laughs. But just when the blow was about to blow on Jiang Xiaobai, Jiang Xiaobai's chest burst out a dazzling light!

Just saw his chest, rushed out of a palm size of God, like a handkerchief general, into countless threads, wrapped in Jiang Xiaobai's body.

All of a sudden, Jiang Xiaobai's momentum rose, and he also made a blow.

That fist, instantly evolved into a huge lion's head!

At the same time, on Jiang Xiaobai's body, there is a virtual shadow of a golden lion. Ferocious, violent, indomitable momentum rise. The roar of the lion burst on the main hall and almost lifted the roof!

When the two fists meet, Jiang Zheng screams, and his body flies ten feet in an instant, bumps into the wall and coughs up a mouthful of blood!

The master was stunned. Jiang Julie was stunned. Jiang Zheng was stunned and looked at Jiang Xiaobai.

"Armed map!"

"Damn it, how can you have an armed plan!"

"Where did you come from?"

Everyone stood up and looked at Jiang Xiaobai, who was puffing and flushed.

How precious is the armed map? Even a first-order armed map can sell 100000 spirit stones. Besides, this kind of thing has a price but no market at all. There are few armed divisions in the world, and it is difficult for a big country to have several. The chance of successful refining is also very low. As a result, once a military plan is successfully refined, it will be basically robbed by the royal family or the big orthodox forces.

What's more, the income of one year's salary of the Jiang family plus his own business is only a million stone.

Dahong Dynasty, those princes, princes, princesses and so on, do not necessarily have armed map.

The master closed his eyes and calmed his mind. Today, Jiang Xiaobai shocked them so much that he thought that Jiang Xiaobai would hand over the Hufu and clan leader.

But thousands of calculations, did not expect that Jiang Xiaobai first received the dragon sword, and now has armed map!

"Now, is there any objection?" Jiang Xiaobai asked.

They all sat on the chair and looked at the young man with complex complexion. The master could not help but kill him directly. But when I think about it later, I forget it.

"It's the little patriarch, not the patriarch." The master said, biting his teeth.

Jiang Xiaobai chuckled: "I don't know how you can admit that I am the patriarch?"

With these words, he had already killed himself. His means are hard-blooded and decisive. Everyone knows that. Armed map with dragon sword, today must be a river of blood.

The master also laughed: "if you are a hero, how many times can you use your armed map?"

The first-order armed map can only be used three times, and its power is limited.

"I can still use it twice. What's the matter?" Jiang Xiaobai bared his white teeth and asked with a smile.

The smile made people shudder.

The grand master waved his hand with a smile: "it's not impossible for you to be the patriarch. Three months later, there will be the ancestor worship meeting of the Jiang family. At that time, all the people of the Jiang family who are wandering outside will come back. Jiang Zhao will also come back. He is the first person of the younger generation. Yesterday came the news that he has gone back to the market for six changes. "

"Yes, there is another Jiang Zhao, unless you can beat him." Uncle Wu picked up Jiang Zheng and spoke coldly.

Jiang Zhao, the son of his uncle's family, is 25 years old. Jiang Xiaobai has always been unable to lift his head. At the age of 20, he joined the Dajiang ancient school in Wangzhou of Ming Dynasty. He hasn't been home for five years, so many people almost forget his existence. At the moment, I heard from the master, and I reacted one by one.

"Well, three months later, I'll wait for Jiang Zhao." Jiang Xiaobai nodded indifferently, sat on the gilded chair and looked at the crowd.

They didn't want to see Jiang Xiaobai's smelly face. They threw their sleeves one by one and strode out.

On the main hall, only Jiang Xiaobai was left.

He bowed his head and stroked the Dragon grain sword, and decided to join yutianzong.

What we have done today will surely reach the ears of the ancient emperor. Gu Huang... I'm afraid I can't help it?

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Jiang Xiaobai