Jiang Yuanfeng stood outside the city gate, staring at the people flying in the distance, with a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes. ~,

He hesitated for a moment, and finally he turned his eyes to his second son Jiang Congfeng who was with him and said, "Can't it really be changed?"

Jiang Congfeng knew very well what to change. He looked at his father's unwilling expression and knew what he wanted to say. Although from his heart, he naturally didn't want his family to rely on others like this, he knew very well that he really had no way to do this.

"Father, Senior Sister Yun has a very high status in the palace. Her decision is really impossible to overthrow."

"The boy is incompetent!"

Jiang Yuanfeng sighed and said, "Feng'er, I'm not blamed you. I'm killing you because of a knife. I'm fish. It's because our Jiang family doesn't have that strength. If you want to join me, just join me. Anyway, it's the same for everyone."

Just as the two were talking, everyone behind Jiang Yuanfeng also looked at Zheng Ming and others who were getting closer and closer. When they saw the cavalry such as Jiang Weilong gradually stopped and only two cavalry were left, they all looked strange in their expressions.

There were young members of the Jiang family, gritting their teeth tightly and looking at Zheng Ming with a hatred look.

In the eyes of these Jiang family children, their Jiang family was originally an independent family, and at most they only offered some offerings to the Burial Sword Palace every year. But now they have to surrender to the hands of Qingquan Bo.

And this kind of surrender was not fought for a single battle, and the entire family surrendered.

Zheng Ming came alone, and in their eyes, they felt that he was even more bullied. Zheng Ming came here in this way, just to tell them that he did not take their Jiang family seriously at all.

"It's too much to deceive people!" A Jiang family warrior in his twenties said in anger.

Beside this young man, there were many teenagers from the Jiang family. They all looked at Zheng Ming who was approaching in anger, and some people even made their teeth pound.

"Brother, our Jiang family didn't fight a war, so we surrendered directly to the Zheng family. If we talk about this, we can't even raise our heads outside. Look at how the Zheng family treats us. Come alone. This is clearly a humiliation of our Zheng family and think we can't do anything about him!"

"Sir can be killed but not humiliated. I'll wait a moment. Let this arrogant person know that our Jiang family is not without men."

Compared with the whispering discussions of the young men of the Jiang family, the heads of the major families in the Nylon Mansion all looked indifferent.

They were originally subordinates of the Jiang family, and now the Jiang family has joined Qingquan Bo, which has no effect on them, so they just watched all this indifferently.

"Jiang Yuanfeng, Jiang Yuanfeng, led all the families of Jinxiu Mansion to pay homage to Mr. Ming!" Jiang Yuanfeng bent down respectfully when Zheng Ming came closer.

And the people behind him bowed, whether they wanted to or not, and for a moment, they looked decent.

According to the usual script, Zheng Ming, as the conqueror, should have helped Jiang Yuanfeng up very generously and then give a few words of comfort. This kind of scene is perfect.

Moreover, 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.

Unfortunately, under the expectant gaze of everyone, Zheng Ming did not even move. He glanced at Jiang Yuanfeng with his eyes lightly and said, "The head of the Jiang family should be dissatisfied with joining my Qingquan Mansion, right?"

Damn, what's the situation? Jiang Yuanfeng had already guessed about the situation when he met Zheng Ming many times, but he didn't expect that his first visit would face such a scene.

Shouldn’t it be thirsty for talented people? Shouldn’t it be as close as a family?

However, as the head of the mansion, Jiang Yuanfeng still has his own means. He said in a deep voice: "I don't dare."

Zheng Ming smiled and ignored Jiang Yuanfeng. Instead, he glanced at the people present and said, "I know that among you, not everyone is dissatisfied with our Zheng family, but eight of them feel uncomfortable in their hearts."

"Even if you obey me on the surface, you still have a strong heart. Hehe, now I will give you a chance. You guys will choose a hundred of them. As long as you can defeat me, I will not care about your Jinxiu Mansion."

Jiang Yuanfeng's eyes widened even wider at this moment. Although he had heard a lot about Zheng Ming, he did not expect that this person would be so domineering.

He was right to let himself wait for others to siege! Although Jiang Yuanfeng was moved, he really didn't believe that such a joke-like thing was true.

Not only did Jiang Yuanfeng hesitate, but the people who followed him to greet Zheng Ming were stunned.

Those small families thought they could hear the same thing, so they didn't dare to move, but the young people in the Jiang family were eager to try it out at this moment.

After all, what they pursue is their own family and not to survive under the oppression of others. However, these children of the Jiang family have been trained by the Jiang family for many years and dare not make decisions on major issues without authorization.

"Myster Ming is joking!" Jiang Yuanfeng suppressed the thoughts that were ready to move in his heart and said with a smile on his face.

How could Zheng Ming miss the opportunity to establish his authority? He smiled and said, "Just, what I said is true, and I am the one who keeps my word. Why isn't anyone really dare to try it?"

Looking at some young people with red faces below, Zheng Ming's smile in his eyes became even more. He said lightly: "Master Jiang Family, I have read a poem in the past, but I have never understood what it means, now I understand."

While speaking, Zheng Ming said in a clear voice: "140,000 people will be disarmed together, **********************!"

Zheng Ming remembers these two lines of this poem, but when chanting these two lines at this time, it is quite a slap in the face.

Almost the moment Zheng Ming recited these two lines of poetry, a loud shout sounded. With this shout, a thick young man came back to Zheng Ming.

The young man looked over twenties. The moment he rushed towards Zheng Ming, his fists had already gathered into dozens of fist shadows. Along with these fist shadows, there was a fist style formed by the gathering of internal energy.

For a moment, the fist wind gave people a mountain-like feeling.

A ninth-grade warrior, this young man is not only a ninth-grade warrior, but also has more martial arts than a seventh-grade warrior.

In Jinxiu Mansion, this young man should be a powerful young talent, but the moment his fist hit Zheng Ming, he felt his gap. The air bell with a light red light also shattered his fist wind when it made a sound of gold and iron clashing.

And the moment he retreated, Zheng Ming's fist hit him hard and directly knocked him out.

"Brothers, fight with him and let him see that the men in our Jinxiu Mansion are not easy to bully."

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

*******************, his words were really insulting. They wanted to let this guy see if he was a man.

Zheng Ming laughed loudly in front of the people rushing up. He had been waiting for these teenagers for a long time.

Although it is really a bit unfair to Zheng Ming to beat these teenagers, no one really dislikes Shao with his cute reputation.

The third level of Qi Bell cooperates with Zheng Ming's Red Rizhao Daqian, who has practiced to the peak of the seventh level. With the Daoxin Demonic Art to grasp the Qi, Zheng Ming, who used the bear hug skills 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 level of these young children of the Jiang family was at most about the eighth grade.

More people, whose cultivation is in the ninth grade, and even some young people who have come to gain knowledge have not yet broken through the ninth grade. They were agitated by Zheng Ming and rushed up directly, without even thinking about whether they could beat Zheng Ming.

The ambition of young people is sometimes very admirable, so Zheng Ming basically does not stand firm. For those Jiang family members who attacked him frantically, he would only break his legs at most.

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

"Brother, take me away soon. My legs were broken. Woo, it hurts so much!"

Jiang Congfeng looked at Zheng Ming, who was like a tiger entering the flock of sheep, and thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind. He wanted to rush up at this moment, but what he thought more was that he was rushing up like this to disobey Yun Yuerong's decision.

Although he and Yun Yuerong sounded like senior siblings, their status was different from heaven and earth in the Burial Sword Palace.

Maybe because he disobeyed Yun Yuerong's decision, he would have his identity as a disciple of the Burial Sword Palace.

Just as Jiang Congfeng was hesitating, there were already seventy or eighty people rushing up, and some of them had already fallen to the ground. The others no longer had the courage to rush up, but instead ran away with their heads in their arms.

"Everyone, why are you still staying here? Let this person with the surname Zheng see the blood of our men in Jinxiu Mansion!"

"Go to the end, are you still men? Do you still have some blood? Your head can be broken and blood can flow, but you can't be a coward."

Several Jiang family members who had been beaten to the ground but were still unwilling to surrender were shouting loudly. Their voices, coupled with the cry of many people, were filled with sad anger for a moment.

"Class leader, I'll 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 the left of Jiang Yuanfeng rushed towards Zheng Ming as he spoke.

As soon as the middle-aged man made a move, he was a blazing palm wind and rolling palm shadows, carrying the overwhelming momentum.
Chapter completed!