Dragon Son-In-Law God Of War

Chapter 498: uninvited guest

At this moment, even Tang Yan stayed for a while.

He just wondered how the old man let go, but he didn't expect this condition to be offered.

The Witch King, the king of the whole Xiangxi.

Unfortunately, the last Witch King died suddenly, and he did not point to the new King, but according to the rules, he could be elected at the Mountain God Conference.

But that requires absolute strength!

You know, the mountain gods will meet in the wind and the clouds, when the time comes to compete for the Witch King, it will be great witches, wizards, and even some unpredictable casual cultivators and martial masters.

And this kid is just a pneumatic master, how can he compete for the Witch King?

"Daddy, you just disagree with me and Beichen in disguise. I don't agree to this condition!" Tang Zhiruo was dissatisfied and called out on the spot.

"This is between me and this kid, it has nothing to do with you!" Tang Zhentian scolded, and immediately looked at Jiang Beichen with a sneer, "Boy, how about? Do you dare to agree? As long as you become the Witch King, you are eligible. Three wives and four concubines, this is our Xiangxi rule. At that time, the face of my Tang family and the reputation of my daughter can be preserved. If you can't do it, sorry, unless I die, I will never agree to you being together! "

"Daddy!" Tang Zhiruo looked angrily. This old man was just trying to be a strong man. Although Jiang Beichen was strong in martial arts, how could he fight the old monsters of the Mountain God Conference.

"Okay, I promise you!" At this moment Jiang Beichen spoke suddenly.

Tang Zhiruo was stunned, "Bei Chen, are you crazy, do you know the Mountain God Conference..."

"Zhiruo!" Jiang Beichen waved his hand, "Since I want to marry you and be with you, I must take care of your decency and reputation. Please believe me, I will do it, and I will do it. The big sedan chair comes to Tang's house to marry you!"

"Okay! The young man has courage!" Tang Zhentian suddenly laughed.

I thought I would have to spend some talking, but I didn't expect the other party to agree.

Young people really don't know how high the world is!

"Huh! I really can't help it! Idiot!" Tang Yan couldn't help but sneer.

"Bei Chen, the Mountain God Conference is not a trifle, you think about it, OK!" Tang Zhiruo hurriedly stepped forward, her eyes were red, although she knew that Jiang Beichen had agreed to come down for her.

But in her opinion, this is simply impossible.

Since ancient times, the Witch King of Xiangxi has never been younger than forty years old, without the magic and mana that can reach the sky, how can he become a Witch King.

It's almost the same as a dead bone.

"Zhiruo, you have to believe me!" Jiang Beichen said firmly with a face holding her shoulders, "This is my promise to you!"

"Okay, okay!" Tang Zhentian waved his hand impatiently, "You don't want to meet before the Mountain Gods Conference, young man, you agreed to this personally, you have to speak your mind!"

"Tang Yan, see off!" Tang Zhentian commanded with a sneer.

"Please? Future Master Witch King!" Tang Yan directly pulled Tang Zhiruo aside and made a please gesture at Jiang Beichen with a playful expression.

"Bei Chen! Bei Chen!" Tang Zhiruo still stepped forward, but was dragged by his subordinates, tears slowly streaming down.

"Zhiruo, rest assured! I will definitely do it!"

Jiang Beichen's eyes were also a little bit reluctant, but now that he can only leave temporarily.

When they came to the outside, Shi Yun and Cao Jianjia immediately led people around, and they were relieved to see that Jiang Beichen was intact.

"Mr. Jiang, you..."

"Let's go!"

Jiang Beichen didn't want to say much, and quickly walked outside.

The Cao Shi family followed closely behind.

"Mr. Jiang, it's better to go back to our Shijia and rest. It was really hard to go to the mountain the other day! I haven't had time to entertain you!"

"Shi Da Tusi, Mr. Jiang is the chief priest of our Cao family. If you want to go back to rest, you should also go to our Cao family. Why do you go to your Shi family!"

"Huh! Don't forget, Mr. Jiang is also our Shi family's guardian!"

"Even so, we are closer to the Cao family, why let Mr. Jiang run around!"

"What's the matter? I have asked someone to prepare the sedan chair in the town in front. Even if the sedan chair is eight, I must take Mr. Jiang back!"

"you!"

"Okay, stop arguing!" Jiang Beichen shook his head helplessly.

"Mr. Jiang, tell yourself, should you go to our Cao's house or Shi's house?" Cao Jianjia said, holding his shoulders.

Shi Yun also looked forward to the expression.

Jiang Beichen's face suddenly became a little awkward.

"How about this, I'll stay at Cao's house for three days first, and then to Shi's house?" Jiang Beichen tentatively asked.

"Okay! That's the decision!" Cao Jianjia immediately said happily, with a triumphant expression on his face.

Shi Yun shook her head helplessly, but still said: "Okay! After those three days, I will personally take someone to pick up Mr. Jiang. By the way, it will be the Miao New Year's Day in three days, and Mr. will come to our Shijia! "

"Miao Nian Festival?" Cao Jianjia suddenly froze, why did she forget about this. But then he sneered again, as long as Mr. Jiang arrived in Huangfeng Town, he would leave people behind when he said anything.

Think of your Shijia holiday?

no way!

"Ms. Cao, if you don't meet someone then, don't blame me for being polite!" Shi Yun seemed to see through her thoughts and threatened coldly.

"Huh! What if you don't? You bit me!"

"Heh! Do you really think I dare not bite you?"

Jiang Beichen shook his head helplessly, and quickly quickened his pace.

"Mr. Jiang, wait for us!"

...

Shangyao, Huangfeng Town.

Jiang Beichen came to Cao's compound again.

"The High Priest!"

A group of Cao family members were all excited when seeing Master Jiang back, and Master Zhang personally came to see him.

Cao Jianjia personally prepared the banquet.

Sing and dance at the banquet.

The people of Miaojiang can sing and dance, and they can live a life full of flavors at any time.

Only halfway through the banquet, a few uninvited guests suddenly came.

A valiant-looking man wearing martial arts uniforms suddenly broke in from outside.

"Jianjia! I heard that your Cao family is hosting guests today? You are not kind, I am also a guest, why is there no one to entertain you, you are really favoritism!" Wan Tusheng looked jealous.

Cao Jianjia put down the wine glass, his face slowly sank, "Housekeeper Liu, what's the matter, I didn't say anything, I don't want to see this person, why did you let him in!"

"Miss, I can't stop it!" Steward Liu smiled helplessly.

"Tu Sheng, today when our Cao family chief priest returns to the mansion, we are naturally going to have some fun, don't mess around here!" At this time, Master Zhang suddenly spoke with an expression of impatience.

"Grandpa Zhang, you and my grandfather are family friends, and my grandfather has already passed you anger before. This time I came to Shangyao to marry the Cao family. You are dragging me like this, a bit unkind, right?" Wan Tu Sheng spoke dissatisfiedly.

Master Zhang was stunned for a moment and glanced at Cao Jianjia.

"Wantuosheng, I think I have already told you very clearly before. I don't like you at all. There is no possibility between me. If you want to cooperate, you can get married. I think it is better! "Cao Jianjia had a look of disgust in his eyes.

This Wantusheng is a member of Lingnan Wanjia, Wanjia is the richest man in Lingnan, and Wantusheng's grandfather Wanzun is also Lingnan's number one master and a veteran martial arts master!

Lingnan is adjacent to Shangyao, if it can be supported by the Wanjia, it will definitely be a big help for the Cao family.

However, Cao Jianjia was not at all inferior to Wan Tu Sheng. After all, this guy is a well-known dude in Lingshan, a lascivious, and even she has secretly investigated the many high-profile murder cases in Lingnan, all related to this Wantusheng.

How could she marry such a person.