"The ancestor will pass Tai A to me?"

Nalan Rongcheng's body trembled slightly, and his eyes were slightly red.

He is not interested in the seat of Nalan Patriarch, but he has long admired Tai A Jian.

Tai Ah, one of the ten famous swords in ancient times, is also the treasure of the house of the Nalan family of the mad blood family.

Nalan Rongcheng had no other hobbies in his life, only interested in martial arts and kendo.

However, there are not many masters who can make him draw a sword in his life, and even he doesn't usually use a sword and only uses Tang swords.

Because in his concept, the sword is the king of the soldiers.

The sword of the king does not cut the ants, only the opponent he can see is worthy of letting him use the sword.

Nan Xiaolu counts as one.

Today, he is going to fight Yizhimei, and he has already prepared his saber.

Unexpectedly, my father actually sent Tai Ajian here today! "Rongcheng, the ancestors, and the entire Nalan family up and down, all have high hopes for you. You must play beautifully this time to bring out the reputation of our Nalan family!"

"The entire Golden Tribe, my son Nalanrongcheng, is the most dazzling leader and the hope of the entire mad blood!"

Nalande exclaimed vigorously.

Father is expensive by son! Originally, Nalande was the first son of the Nalan family, but only because he gave birth to a good son did he have the status today.

In the future, it can be foreseen that the entire Nalan family, and even the entire world, will be in their father and son's pockets! "Father, don't worry, the boy will be holding this Tai'a sword today and beheading that branch of plum at the Vermilion Bird Gate! Raise the reputation of my Nalan family, and even shock Nan Guwu, let them know that I am bloody, sooner or later One day, I will reach the summit again. I will stand in front of them like that person and make them tremble!"

Nalan Rongcheng raised Qingfeng's long sword high above his head.

Boom! A thunderbolt fell from the sky, and all the Yulin Army tigers shook their bodies, and their faces were filled with excitement, "One sword Guanghan 13th camp, three young masters are mighty!"

"Wuwei! Wuwei! Wuwei!"

The sound waves are higher than the waves.

Blood was boiling in Nalanrongcheng's chest.

Holding Tai'a sword, I feel more confident in my heart.

In recent years, the mad blood family has been concealed by the Guwu family.

More than twenty years ago, a Lin'er from the mad blood Zhao family was born. He reached the top of martial arts at a young age and became the first person recognized by the martial arts.

Back then, he stepped into the Guwu family alone, forcing the entire Guwu family to bow to him.

From that moment on, the Guwu family put away all their arrogance, and had to admit the power of the mad blood.

However, twenty years ago, in the mad blood civil strife, the Guwu family was the second of the five, and their strength plummeted. The remaining sages were also seriously injured and dying.

This made the Guwu family feel ready to move.

Some people even say that the mad blood family has no successor, and even the military ruling will cut off some of the mad blood seats.

And he, Nalan Rongcheng, rose at the end of his life, not only the glory of Nalan's family, but also the hope of the entire mad blood! "Son, go boldly! Believe in you for your father, you will eventually become a person like Zhao Shuo! Become the invincible supreme between heaven and earth!"

Nalande said vigorously, eyes full of excitement.

In his eyes, his son is the best warrior in the world, born in accordance with the Grand Canal, and is the hope of the whole mad blood.

In the future, he will surely come to the Ninth Five-Year Lord! Nalan Rongcheng nodded heavily and waved his hand, "Go!"

A large number of imperial army quickly marched towards the Vermilion Bird Gate! ...And compared with Lin Cong and Nalan Rongcheng, Jiang Beichen's movement seemed a lot more low-key.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Jiang Beichen drove to Zhuque Street alone.

The streets were deserted, and a group of armed vehicles patrolled the road back and forth, preventing ordinary people from approaching.

However, when Jiang Beichen arrived, all the armed vehicles gave way, because there were also Ye Changcheng people inside. They recognized the brand of the jeep, and not only did not stop them, they even opened the way for Jiang Beichen and directly escorted him into the Zhuquemen.

At this time, everyone in the square looked over.

I don't know who came here, but he was actually escorted by an armed vehicle.

Jiang Beichen parked the car aside and stepped off, looking very calm.

"Jiang Beichen?"

"It's actually him?"

"What is he here for?"

Everyone talked a lot, and now the face of Jiang Beichen was already familiar to many people in the upper class.

But everyone knows differently about Jiang Beichen.

Such as Ye Qingcheng and Lu Zheng, know the identity of his monarch, such as the Fang family, know that he is Yizhimei.

And enemies such as Ma Wenxiong and Yin Wenqian have a more thorough understanding of his identity.

But people like Jin Dongsheng and Feng Jie don’t know much about Jiang Beichen’s back.

Even in their eyes at this moment, Jiang Beichen is still nothing more than a clown who has been stunned.

At this moment, Feng Jie and Jin Dongsheng were the first to walk towards him.

"Jiang Beichen, what occasion do you dare to join in the fun today?"

Feng Jie sneered.

Jiang Beichen couldn't help frowning, "Why didn't I dare to come?"

"haha why?"

"Do you know what scene this is today?"

Feng Jie said with a proud look: "Today my master is going to face a martial arts master, Yizhimei Beihai, No. 1 on the Hualong List! Do you know what level of battle this is?

A little aftermath may be scraped, which is enough to break your bones! "

"You lowly person, you have been against me and Jin Shao over and over again and again. Believe it or not, as long as I ask Master, one slap will slap you to death on the spot!"

Feng Jie shouted jokingly.

"Yes! Jiang Beichen, I am now a director of the Wumeng headquarters, you immediately kneel down and apologize, maybe I can spare your life!"

Jin Dongsheng also immediately said in a gloomy voice.

When Jiang Beichen saw him, he was slightly surprised: "I didn't expect you to come out so soon?"

"Haha, surprised, right?"

Jin Dongsheng looked smugly on his face: "I told you that my Jin family has something to do with the upper echelon, and my uncle Xiao Zhan is the matter of the prime minister of the Wu League. Who dare not give him face from the upper echelon!"

"Xiao Zhan?

Sorry, I haven't heard of it, in Jiang's eyes, it's just a small person! Don't say anything about the prime minister, even the leader Lin Cong, in Jiang Mou's eyes, is just shit! "

Jiang Beichen said with a dismissive expression.

"Bold!"

"You, you are presumptuous! You dare to scold my master, you are so bold!"

Feng Jie was so angry. I didn't expect that this kid would dare to be so arrogant on this occasion. Isn't this looking for death?

Jin Dongsheng quickly accused him loudly: "The surname Jiang, what the **** is so arrogant about you, let me tell you, I am here, Shibo Xiao, and you can't tolerate your arrogance!"

Jin Dongsheng hurriedly said to Xiao Zhan next to him: "Xiao Shibo, this is what forced me to put me into the game. Now this kid dares to speak wildly. You should tear his mouth and crippled him. , Let him survive and die!"

As soon as this was said, everyone else showed weird expressions.

After all, the identity of Jiang Beichen, most aristocratic families, almost already knows, even if they don't know, they will all know if they ask each other.

Jin Dongsheng and Feng Jie actually pointed at others and yelled at them. It's really looking for death! Xiao Zhan's face suddenly stretched, and he quickly turned his face away.

Who is your uncle, are you here to shit?

In the battle with Bei Lao Jiu, the entire Wu League is paying attention. As the prime minister, he is naturally clear about the identity and strength of this young man.

At the moment the rudder master did not come, he naturally did not dare to come forward.

"Xiao Shibo, you..." Jin Dongsheng looked confused, wondering why Xiao Zhan didn't react at all.

"Ha ha!"

Jiang Beichen couldn't help but sneered, and said with disdain: "You ask him, I'm standing here, dare he say one more word to me!"

This arrogant attitude immediately suppressed Jin Dongsheng, not knowing what was going on.

Feng Jie couldn't stand it anymore and coldly shouted: "Jiang Beichen, I don't understand, what is your confidence to say such big things?

Prime Minister Xiao doesn’t want to be familiar with you at all, okay? "

Feng Jie was very upset, thinking that if she became Lin Cong's outer disciple, she would be able to show off in front of Jiang Beichen, but the other party didn't seem to be afraid at all, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

Jiang Beichen frowned and said jokingly: "Do you think that by relying on the Wumeng and becoming Lin Cong's disciple, you can show off in front of me?"