The blood-colored Shura had disappeared without a trace. She was already full of energy, as if Jiang Zongheng was not caring about the world, and was roaring like a pig.

It hurts!

For him, the crazy collision just now hurt so much that he didn't care about his face or his majesty, just like a dead dog, lying on the ground howling desperately.

Zheng Ming swayed to Jiang Zongheng who was lying down, and said with a smile in his eyes: "My nephew, I told you that your parents and I are friends. How could you hit my old arms and legs like you, so how could you hit me!"

Zheng Ming's words were extremely old-fashioned, but with his young face, it made people feel that Zheng Ming was making fun of it.

Jiang Zongheng bit his lips tightly and tried hard to suppress his screams. But the severe pain was really unbearable.

It was so painful that he felt like he wanted to go crazy. The scene just now flashed in his mind.

The moment he hit, he seemed to hit a big pillar. It should not be said to be a giant hammer, but it was a huge hammer that was smashed heavily from the void. This giant hammer almost made his body scatter.

He heard the sound of his bones breaking, he heard the sound of his five internal organs shifting, and he even heard the sound of his flesh and blood meridians breaking.

This collision not only shattered his bones, but also his Nine Tribulation Asura body was also traumatized.

Although the Nine-Chabited Asura Body emphasizes not destruction or establishment, once it is broken too strongly, the ninth-level Asura Body will be directly abolished.

"Who are you? Why is your body stronger than mine!" Jiang Zongheng gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his body. He glared at Zheng Ming and asked loudly at Zheng Ming in a deep voice.

Zheng Ming smiled and said, "When asking this question, should you tell me first, who is your father?"

"My father is not bad at fighting the emperor!" When Jiang Zongheng said these few words, he stared at Zheng Ming tightly. He wanted to see fear in Zheng Ming's eyes, and he wanted to see regret in Zheng Ming's expression.

Only in this way can the pain in his heart be reduced, and only in this way can he breathe a sigh of relief.

But unfortunately, Zheng Ming's expression did not change at all, as if he heard a cat or a dog.

This feeling not only made Jiang Zongheng difficult to understand, but even the people standing behind Jiang Zongheng could not accept Zheng Ming's performance at this moment.

He shouldn't show extreme surprise, he shouldn't show a trace of fear, he shouldn't show a trace of...

Just when it was not right, Zheng Ming's expression finally followed their thoughts. Zheng Ming showed a look of surprise, and even Zheng Ming showed a look of unknown how to describe it.

Although it was a bit late, this also made Jiang Zongheng's hurt heart recover a lot. Just as he was about to say what he had prepared and wanted this guy to fear, Zheng Ming spoke again.

"You are Jiang Wuque's son. Oh, you're a little bullying the younger generation. Tsk tsk, when I beat your father back then, I didn't beat him so hard. It's really unreasonable!"

Zheng Ming's annoying words made Jiang Zongheng completely crazy. He did not expect that Zheng Ming would say such nonsense.

No matter he or others, they didn't think what Zheng Ming said was true. Wuque's battle body was undefeated, and now he has reached a new peak. He is only a boy of sixteen or seventeen, and his cultivation is only at the second level of eclipse. It's so funny that he has defeated Wuque's battle emperor.

However, Jiang Zongheng couldn't laugh. He was knocked to the ground by Zheng Ming's collision.

"Don't talk nonsense. You slander my father. One day, you will be cut into pieces and you will die without a place to bury."

Jiang Zongheng's roar was full of resentment, but Zheng Ming ignored him at this time, and his eyes fell on the white stone dragon again.

The Yuanlong essence and blood in the dragon's mouth was not only perfected, but also began to fall. He absolutely did not allow anyone to destroy Zheng Jingren's plan.

"Everyone is honestly looking for a place to stay. If anyone dares to make the Yuanlong essence and blood, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword."

Zheng Ming's words had just been spoken, and the expressions of the other seven men and women changed. They were geniuses on the side, and even Jiang Zongheng could only suppress them with his own name.

Now this man actually let them stay one by one, and he really didn't see them.

If Zheng Ming hadn't bumped Jiang Zongheng too hard, he hadn't recovered yet, among the seven men and women, there would definitely be someone who could not help but take action.

"Mr. Ming, I haven't seen you for so many years, and your domineering personality has not changed much!" Zheng Jingren's words were filled with emotion.

Zheng Ming looked at Zheng Jingren with white hair and laughed loudly, "The world will change forever, and it will remain our true nature."

"Grandma, I taught them a lesson back then, but now I'm not a piece of cake to teach these little bastards a lesson!"

"Mu Qingqiu in Xiatian Jian Pavilion, please give me advice!" The woman with a cold snowy sword behind her back fell lightly in front of Zheng Ming, and said in a calm voice.

Her voice was as crisp as a clear spring, but this clear spring was a cold eternal cold spring, giving people a feeling of being cold to the bone.

Zheng Ming has never heard of Tianjian Pavilion!

He glanced at the dragon shadow scimitar in his hand and said casually: "Have you not asked Master Ling's name yet?"

Mu Qingqiu's expression did not change at all. She solemnly looked at Zheng Ming, and then said lightly: "My Master Sword Saint!"

The word "Sword Saint" made Zheng Ming stunned for a moment. He had been trapped in the Tianheng Divine Realm for a hundred years and really didn't know much about the situation in the Sunrise Realm.

"Sword Saint, it's really a big tone!" Zheng Ming said casually with his dragon shadow scimitar in his hand: "I really haven't heard of it."

"The Sword Saint is Jin Wushen. This guy is late for great success. Since he broke through Yuefan, he has entered the Tianjian Pavilion. I heard that he has been singing all the way over the years, and now he should be at the peak of the God of Life."

Zheng Jingren said this and said with a hint of joke in his words: "Myster Ming, don't you even remember Jin Wushen, right?"

Jin Wushen was actually at the peak of the God of Life. Zheng Ming really didn't expect that although Jin Wushen suppressed one side in the Great Jin Dynasty, he was still an ant in the realm of Yuefan.

Such a character has reached the peak of the realm of the Divine Life within a hundred years. The progress of Jin Wushen can only be described as one word for god.

"Jin Wushen is really late, as if I owe him a competition!" Zheng Ming touched his nose and said with a hint of self-deprecating.

Zheng Jingren didn't say anything, but a smile appeared on his thin face. He seemed to have returned to his time.

"Are you too much? Miss Qingqiu treats you with courtesy? You are not doing this by a gentleman!" A young man stepped forward and said angrily to Zheng Ming.

Zheng Ming looked at the young man and felt a little familiar. However, the feeling this young man gave him seemed even more strange.

Each of the seven young men and women present had a special aura, and they were all geniuses of their respective sects.

Now when we are together, we feel like flowers are competing for beauty. However, the man who walked out was like a lonely fragrance without talking. But now when he was talking, it was like the scorching sun in the void, and no one could block his light.

The reason why Zheng Ming felt that this person was a little special and familiar was because the aura emitted by this person was a bit the same as what Zheng Ming remembered.

This is not another junior!

"You are aware of your family master?" Mu Qingqiu ignored the young man's words, but asked Zheng Ming in a deep voice.

Zheng Ming smiled and said, "It can be considered a deal."

Mu Qingqiu's beautiful eyes looked at Zheng Ming's face and then said lightly: "Since you are a senior, please give me some advice."

The young man came forward and didn't expect Mu Qingqiu to have this attitude. However, he was not embarrassed at all, but smiled brightly and said, "Since Junior Sister Mu is generous, then there will be no trouble."

Speaking of this, he solemnly looked at Zheng Ming, and then said in a solemn manner: "Your Excellency is not good."

While talking, the young man stepped out.

At this moment, the feeling that a man gives people is a dazzling feeling. Under the light of the man, he can't help but feel a sense of inferiority in his heart.

Zheng Ming's red sun shines in the vast thousand, but his power of light is not pure than the power of a man.

Mu Qingqiu pulled out the long sword behind her and then made a qualification to hold the sword. At this moment, she became more and more fairy-like, just like a fairy in the sky.

When Zheng Ming saw Mu Qingqiu holding the sword, the light in his eyes flashed. From Mu Qingqiu's sword, he saw something that should have been forgotten.

A flying immortal from the sky!

This posture was derived from the flying fairy in the sky he used by Ye Gucheng, but at this time, Mu Qingqiu added a lot of her own to this sword technique.

But no matter what, the origin of this posture is Ye Gucheng's flying immortal in the sky. Many people have seen this flying immortal in the sky, but Zheng Ming feels that only Jin Wushen can be used to teach his disciples.

He looked at Mu Qingqiu holding the sword and couldn't help but recall how many old friends there were in the past, under the flying fairy from the sky.

However, in the eyes of those geniuses, Zheng Ming looked at Mu Qingqiu in a straight manner, which means he had bad plans for Mu Qingqiu.

This plan made the geniuses very unhappy, especially the man who was speaking just now, snorted coldly: "Since you claim to be an elder, you should look like an elder, and you should not be embarrassed here."
Chapter completed!