You call me a villain? I don't care if that devil destroys the world.

Listening to Hua Changqing's "monologue", Jiang Heng almost lost his temper and was already laughing out of anger.

To put it bluntly!

Ye Beixuan's calculations are really incompetent. He has an above-average IQ but not much.

How can such a simple "trap" set off a storm?

The only pusher is Hua Changqing!

The other party's words in Piaomiao Holy Land were too harsh!

In the beginning, when he was still in the Holy Land, many people asked him for help, such as refining the natal magic weapon, enemies coming to visit, lack of money, and guidance in practice.

A series of things, most of them are praying for the flowers to bloom forever!

After all, these people are not qualified to meet with him, the Holy Son.

However——

Hua Changqing actually became the biggest beneficiary, so her prestige among the disciples was second only to him

However——

When this woman opened her mouth, many disciples trusted her. The simplest basic logic was that he and Hua Changqing were childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts, so there was no reason to frame him.

at last--

lead to such a result.

As for whether it was intentional or unintentional, Jiang Heng didn't care and didn't want to care.

What are such brainless people doing alive?

It's better to use the last remaining warmth to win another round for him——

Thinking of this, Jiang Heng raised a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Elder brother, that's not what I meant."

Hua Changqing's eyes were sad, she pursed her lips and said aggrievedly: "I, I want to say that I was really innocent at the beginning, and I was also a victim."

"I didn't mean to wrong you!"

Hua Changqing's apology made the Miao Miao Holy Land disciples beside her lower their heads in shame.

They were all killed by Jiang Hengda, one of the few lucky ones, about a hundred people.

It is the last card for the younger generation of Piaomiao Holy Land!

but

The topic started, and the rumors continued. The other sects who were enjoying themselves around did not give Miao Miao Holy Land any face.

after all!

Those who are still standing here are all the top sects in Liuhe and Bahuang. Even if they are not as good as the Misty Holy Land, they are not far behind.

"Hmph, you still say you are not dirty? If it weren't for you, how could I, the elder of Tianjian Sect, my brother Jian Chenxin, and the disciples of Tianjian Sect in Wanjian City, have died in vain?"

Jian Qianqian snorted coldly and looked at Hua Changqing in disgust!

Understanding the cause and effect, his disgust for Hua Changqing surpassed that of Ye Beixuan!

This woman is the trigger of everything.

Beside Jian Qianqian, all the Tianjian Sect disciples showed disgusted expressions.

in

A man with an ordinary appearance, with a simple iron sword behind him, his temperament is as dusty, but he reveals his sharp edge.

He looked at Hua Changqing with more hatred

"Junior Brother Jiang, can Jian Wuhen kill this girl?" The plain-looking Jian Wuhen turned his eyes and looked at the weak Jiang Heng in the front.

"No."

Jiang Heng was not surprised when he saw the visitor.

Jian Wuhen, the sword son of the Tianjian Sect tens of thousands of years ago, has been nourished by the sword for thousands of years. The strongest thing is the first time he takes action!

It is said that even if the true saint comes, he cannot resist it!

and.

Hua Changqing is useful, and giving pleasure to others is not as "feeling" to yourself!

at the same time

Jiang Heng glanced around, and there were many masters hidden in the huge crowd.

I have met these people more or less in my previous life!

Some of them are difficult even for him now!

Such as Wujian Leichi, Lei Peng, Sanghun Ridge, Mingbo, Shiwandashan, Tianyao, Blood Phoenix Clan, Huangling, Qinglong Clan, Longyuan, Ancient Royal Clan, and Ancient Yuan.

These are the leaders of the younger generation in the penalty area!

There are also these monsters who have been hiding from the world for hundreds of thousands of years, just like the sword has no trace.

They are all hidden in the crowd and do not stand out!

"interesting."

Jiang Heng murmured.

Rejecting Jian Wuhen's request, he turned to look at Hua Changqing: "Come"

After that, he walked towards the east without looking back, where there was a small pavilion in the middle of the lake.

"Leaving now?"

Beside him, Gu Jue was startled and looked at Yunshui Palace and then at the many monsters below!

Go first now, but you will lose the upper hand later.

"I want those two useless ones, except for the Heavenly Sword Seed, the Heavenly Demon Seed, and the Life Seed."

"I want them all!"

Jiang Heng did not look back.

Here, what he was trying to figure out was the "Tiandao Seed", which was what Ye Beixuan wanted in his previous life, but due to his interference, neither of them got it.

How it came about specifically, he probably guessed - it was the fusion of many Tao species, but he didn't know how many top-level Tao species it was.

Ten, fifty, a hundred?

Thinking of this, Jiang Heng pursed his lips and said casually: "The opening of Yunshui Palace will inevitably cause a bloody storm. I like tranquility and have never been combative in my life."

"after all."

"I'm not a devil!"

"Well, you are right??? Huh?" Gu Jue nodded, fully agreeing with Jiang Heng's words.

However, mid-sentence, he trembled violently!

Seeing Jiang Heng's calm and calm demeanor, he couldn't hold himself any longer!

He has lived for about 40,000 years and has killed less than one thousandth of Jiang Heng's people. He is already called the Big Devil by the world!

Tens of thousands were killed in Wanjian City, tens of thousands were killed just now, and Piaomiao Holy Land was thousands more

You are about to kill me, do you call this not being aggressive? !

The two walked very fast, and soon they reached the small pavilion. Hua Changqing was trotting in the distance, her light yellow skirt swaying.

The picture is very pleasing to the eye.

"Elder brother, are you willing to forgive me?"

Seeing Jiang Heng calling her over alone, Hua Changqing was deeply moved. She knew that even if the whole world abandoned her, Jiang Heng would not

When Jian Wuhen wanted to kill her.

The fear in her heart was indescribable. Linghu Piaomiao was not there again. She might not be able to withstand a sword in the seventh realm!

"Have you forgotten the distinction between high and low?"

"When you saw me, you stood to greet me?"

Jiang Heng answered irrelevantly and read the random reply. His eyes, like stars, looked coldly at Hua Changqing.

"I"

Hua Changqing was startled and her body trembled slightly. After pondering for a few seconds, she knelt on her knees and whispered: "Junior sister greets the Holy Son of Piaomiao."

The Holy Land is like this!

It's just that Jiang Heng was too tolerant in the past, which led to these people not distinguishing between high and low! ! !

Senior brother is an intimate name!

There is an essential difference between the Holy Son and the disciple, just like the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children in a large family!

"Don't call me 'Holy Son' in the future!"

"Also, did I ask you to stand up?"

"Bitch, don't want to be forgiven?" Jiang Heng's expression was flat, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

He really hated the identity of "Holy Son"!

But.

This is what these people owe him. After being rude so many times, it is only right to pay him back once.

"I, I am willing, I am willing!" Hua Changqing heard the voice and immediately knocked his knees tightly, and kept crawling towards Jiang Heng.

Until he came under Jiang Heng's knees, he looked up at Jiang Heng's starry eyes.

Muttered: "As long as the eldest brother forgives Changqing, Changqing can do anything."

Jiang Heng stared, and his flawless face suddenly became unhappy.

"Pa——"

Raised his hand and slapped Hua Changqing in the face!

The head was tilted, and a red slap mark appeared on Hua Changqing's beautiful cheek.

PS: I wish my family a happy Dragon Boat Festival and a happy family reunion.