Mr. Wang smiled happily: "Yes, this is the true emperor, and his aura is extraordinary. From the first time I saw this person, I knew very well that this son would be a man from heaven when he jumped over the dragon gate. Don't say that you want to become the number one big family in Tianhu City, even if you compete with those three big families, what's the harm?"

When Wang Dong heard this, his whole body was trembling slightly. The number one big family in Tianhu was Wang Dong’s dream of fighting for the rest of his life, but now, his dream is within reach, how can he not be excited? More importantly, he is as famous as the three big families, dominate all directions, and compete for the position of the true god. This is the supreme honor that Wang Dong trembles when he hears it.

"Father, is there such a person?" Wang Dong could hardly believe his ears. Who else in the world has this ability?

"Father, what you are talking about is not the young master on the top of the Blue Mountains, are you?"

Wang Dong recently heard that there was a rumor outside that said that the top of Blue Mountain was considering cultivating his own power. Could his father’s idea be to marry into the top of Blue Mountain and rely on them to support the Wang family?

But it is unlikely. Although Simin is indeed good-looking, the Wang family’s family background is still a bit ineligible to match the top of the Blue Mountains.

The most important thing is that my father said that this son is the pride of heaven, and he can be as famous as the three major families. This shows that this person cannot be a member of the three major families, so Wang Dong could not understand it even more.

He is also quite a lot of friends, but for a while he really can't think of who has such a young talent that can make the Wang family change so drastically.

"Is the young master on the top of the Blue Mountain a real god?" Mr. Wang smiled disdainfully.

The true god of Blue Mountain has not been destroyed, so it is naturally impossible to nurture a new true god, let alone arguing for the true god.

"Although the young master on the top of the Blue Mountain is indeed of supreme status and can be considered the true emperor, it depends on who to compare with. If he compares with him, what is the one on the top of the Blue Mountain? It's just a nonsense." Mr. Wang sneered.

Hearing this, Wang Dong was almost furious. His father has always been a person who is meticulous, nor is he a person who is self-deprecating. He said that the one on the top of the Blue Mountains could not compare, but that would definitely be impossible.

"Father, don't keep it aside. Tell me directly, okay?" Wang Dong said anxiously.

"My son, your eyes are dirty. This son is close to you and far away in the sky."

Wang Dong thought about it but didn't expect who it was. Everyone in Tianhu City knew it well, but he didn't see who was talented. Suddenly, he frowned: "Father, what you wouldn't say is Brother Qin brought it..."

"It's Han Sanqian!" Mr. Wang interrupted him and said in a stern voice.

Han Sanqian!!

When Wang Dong heard this name, he felt like he was thundering, and his whole mind suddenly became a mess.

Han Sanqian?

It’s the boy who looks sick? That’s the true emperor? What a joke!

In Wang Dong's eyes, Han Sanqian is a sick chicken that will fall whenever the wind blows. Qin Qingfeng no longer has a status in the Void Sect, so he has no choice but to choose some garbage goods that others don't want. This is Wang Dong's positioning of Han Sanqian.

Why did Han Sanqian become the true emperor in his father's eyes, and even be as good as the young master on the top of the Blue Mountains?!

With a flattering smile, Wang Dong whispered: "Father, although you don't like Simin very much, you don't have to find someone to make up some reasons and marry her out, right? At worst, I'll let Simin be more obedient in the future and don't make you laugh."

Mr. Wang closed his eyes slightly, tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, and whispered: "Is it so cruel in your eyes?"

"Dong'er doesn't mean that, but you're just joking with me a little bit? How could Han Sanqian be the true emperor? He's just a useless talent, dad."

I remembered that at the dinner table, his daughter was so tantrum, but Han Sanqian didn't dare to say a word. He was like a coward. Wang Dong could not associate him with a true genius.

"Bang!"

Mr. Wang slapped the table with a palm, deafening: "Don't you, you are simply confused. The body of the true god can be seen by your mortal body? One day the Wang family will be destroyed by you, a mediocre person. Get out, I don't want to see you."

Wang Dong was scolded, but he didn't dare to leave. He rarely saw the old man so angry. Even if he disobeyed his wishes and elope with Simin's mother, the old man had never been so angry.

"Dad, I'm wrong, I'm not obedient. I'm not good at following your arrangements?" Wang Dong was scolded, but he didn't dare to leave.

After hearing Wang Dong say this, Mr. Wang felt relieved a little. He glanced at Wang Dong and sat down again: "Han Sanqian has a kind of kingly breath, which is difficult for outsiders to check, but I have been guided by a master and can see one or two of them. I have lived a lifetime of people who have seen this kingly breath, except for seeing it in the True God. Do you understand, my son?"

Wang Dong frowned: "So this evening, father, will you invite him to play chess?"

"That's right." Mr. Wang nodded: "That master once taught me chess in life and death as stated in the Book of Heaven, and told me that I could break this game of chess must be the king who came and looked down on the world."

Speaking of this, Wang Dong wondered: "Can you still play the chess?"

In his eyes, a black man will be defeated and has no choice but to break the deadlock?!

"Chess is like life, life is like chess. Ordinary people watch chess, so they are trapped in it, and they are difficult to extricate themselves from the method of breaking chess. However, some people look at life and think about life and death. Therefore, life and death are death, and death is life. My son, this is your obsession." Mr. Wang said softly.

Wang Dong nodded heavily: "Dad, I know what to do."

After exiting from the wing room, Wang Dong began to go back to the house to prepare a betrothal gift. Wang Dong even spent a lot of money for his new son-in-law. Then, he took his servants with his things and prepared to propose marriage, but as soon as he arrived at the corridor, he heard the noise from the other side of the guest room and rushed over.

In Han Sanqian's house, Wang Simin pointed at the sword with anger: "Die Sick Chicken, I'll say it last time, are you kneeling?"

"I'll say it last time, sorry, I've said it, don't even think about the rest."

"Okay, the sick chicken, then don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword. It's a pity that your beautiful little peach will make another widow in this world from now on." After shouting coldly, Wang Simin brought up the sword.

"Stop it!" At this time, Wang Dong rushed in quickly, directly answered Wang Simin with one palm, and opened it. He was cold and frosty: "Simin, you are making trouble again!"
Chapter completed!