"The ancestor will pass Tai A to me?"

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

He was not interested in the position of the head of the Nalan family, but he had admired Tai Ajian for a long time.

Taia, one of the ten famous swords in ancient times, is also the treasure of the Nalan family, the Mad Blood Family.

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

However, there are not many masters who can make him draw his sword in his life. He even does not use swords normally, but only uses Tang swords.

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

The King's Sword does not kill ants, only the opponent he can see is worthy of letting him use the sword.

Nan Xiaolu is one.

And today, he is about to fight against Yizhimei, and he has actually prepared his sword.

Unexpectedly, my father actually sent Tai A Jian here today! "Rongcheng, the ancestor and the entire Nalan family have high hopes for you. You must fight beautifully this time and make the reputation of our Nalan family!"

"The entire Golden Tribe, my son Nalan Rongcheng, is the most eye-catching leader, and the hope of the entire mad blood!"

Naland shouted with great enthusiasm.

Father is noble by his son! Originally, Naland was a concubine of the Naland family, but he was able to have his current status only because he gave birth to a good son.

In the future, it can be foreseen that the entire Nalan family and even the whole world will be the things in the bag of their father and son! "Father, don't worry, the child will hold this Taia sword in his hand and kill that plum blossom at the Zhuque Gate! Promote the reputation of my Nalan family and even shock the Southern Guwu, letting them know that sooner or later, my mad blood lineage will reach the top again. I will stand in front of them like that person and make them tremble!"

Nalan Rongcheng raised the Qingfeng long sword high above his head.

Boom! A bolt suddenly came from the sky, and all the imperial guards' tiger bodies shook, and their faces were full of excitement, "One sword light shines in the Thirteenth Battalion, the Third Young Master is mighty!"

"Wuwei! Wuwei! Wuwei!"

The sound waves are higher and higher.

Nalan Rongcheng's heart was filled with passion.

Holding Taia Jian, I felt even more confident.

In recent years, the Crazy Blood Family has been vaguely suppressed by the Ancient Martial Arts Family.

More than 20 years ago, in the crazy blood Zhao family, a Liner emerged from nowhere. He had reached the peak of martial arts at a young age and became the recognized number one person in the martial arts world.

Back then, he stepped into the ancient martial arts family alone, forcing the entire ancient martial arts 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 crazy bloodline.

However, in the violent blood civil strife twenty years ago, the ancient martial arts family was defeated by the second, and their strength dropped sharply. The remaining saints were also seriously injured and in critical condition.

This made the ancient martial arts family ready to move.

Some people even say that the Crazy Blood Family has no successor, and even the Martial Judgment Club has cut off some of the seats in Crazy Blood.

And he, Nalan Rongcheng, rose in the last moments, not only the glory of the Nalan family, but also the hope of the entire blood! "Son, go boldly! I believe in you for your father, you will eventually become a person like Zhao Shuo! Become the invincible supreme between heaven and earth!"

Naland said with great enthusiasm, his eyes full of excitement.

In his eyes, his son is the best warrior in the world. He was born with great luck and was the hope of the entire mad blood.

In the future, he will definitely be the 95th Lord! Nalan Rongcheng has a key point and waved his hand, "Set out!"

A large number of imperial guards quickly headed towards Zhuque Gate!... Compared with Lin Cong and Nalan Rongcheng, the movements on Jiang Beichen seem much lower-key.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, Jiang Beichen drove alone to Zhuque Street.

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

However, when Jiang Beichen arrived, all the armed vehicles gave way because there were people from Ye Changcheng here who recognized the sign of the jeep. Not only did they not stop him, they even opened the way for Jiang Beichen and directly escorted him into the Suzaku Gate.

At this time, everyone in the square looked over.

I don’t know which big guy is here, but he is escorted by an armed vehicle.

Jiang Beichen parked the car aside and walked down, looking very calm.

"Jiang Beichen?"

"It's him?"

"What is he here to do?"

Everyone was talking about it. Now, Jiang Beichen's face is familiar to many people.

However, everyone knows differently about Jiang Beichen.

For example, Ye Qingcheng and Lu Zheng knew his identity as Jun Fang, and for example, Fang family knew that he was Yizhimei.

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

But some shrimps, Jin Dongsheng, Feng Jie and others know little about Jiang Beichen's back.

Even in their eyes, Jiang Beichen was still just a clown who was lucky enough to be a fucking clown.

At this moment, Feng Jie and Jin Dongsheng walked towards him first.

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

Feng Jie had a sneering expression on her face.

Jiang Beichen couldn't help but frown, "Why don't I dare to come?"

“Haha, why?”

"Do you know what this scene is today?"

Feng Jie said proudly: "Today my master will fight a martial arts master, the first in the Hualong list, Beihai Yizhimei! Do you know what level of battle this is?

Maybe a little aftermath is enough to make you smash your bones!”

"You lowly guy, you have been against Mr. Jin and me repeatedly. Believe it or not, as long as I ask my master, I will slap you to death on the spot!"

Feng Jie shouted with a playful look on her face.

"Not bad! Jiang Beichen, I am now also the director of the Wu Alliance headquarters. You immediately kneel down and apologize to me. Maybe I can spare your life!"

Jin Dongsheng immediately spoke sinisterly.

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

"Haha, it's a surprise?"

Jin Dongsheng looked proud and said, "I told you that my Jin family has something to do with the upper class, and my uncle Xiao Zhan is the general secretary of the Wu League. Who dares not give him face!"

"Xiao Zhan?

Sorry, I haven't heard of it. In Jiang's eyes, he is just a little man! Not to mention the general secretary, even the leader Lin Cong, in Jiang's eyes, he is just a piece of shit!"

Jiang Beichen said with disregard for expression.

“Bold!”

"You, you are arrogant! You dare to scold my master. You are so brave!"

Feng Jie was so angry that she didn't expect that this kid would dare to be so arrogant in this situation today. Isn't this asking for death?

Jin Dongsheng quickly accused him loudly: "Who is surnamed Jiang, what's the hell about being arrogant? Let me tell you, I, Uncle Xiao, here, and you can't tolerate you being presumptuous!"

Jin Dongsheng quickly said to Xiao Zhan next to him: "Uncle Xiao, it's this sting that sent me into the bureau. Now this kid still dares to speak wildly. You should tear his mouth apart quickly and beat him to crippled, so that he can't live or die!"

As soon as these words were said, everyone else showed strange expressions.

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

Jin Dongsheng and Feng Jie actually pointed at others and shouted, "This is a big deal!" Xiao Zhan's face suddenly turned a little and he quickly turned his face away.

Who is your uncle? You are here to shit?

During the battle with the old man in Bei Laojiu, the entire Wu League was paying attention. As the general secretary, he naturally knew the identity and strength of this young man.

At this moment, the headmaster did not come, so he naturally did not dare to stand out.

"Uncle Xiao, you..." Jin Dongsheng looked confused, wondering why Xiao Zhan had no reaction at all.

"hehe!"

Jiang Beichen couldn't help but sneer and said disdainfully: "Ask him, I'll stand here. Do he dare to say one more word to me!"

This arrogant attitude immediately calmed down Jin Dongsheng, and I don’t know what was going on.

Feng Jie couldn't bear it anymore and shouted coldly: "Jiang Beichen, I don't understand, why do you have the confidence to say such big words?

Is General Secretary Xiao not going to be a good person with you at all, okay?"

Feng Jie was very unhappy and thought that if she became Lin Cong’s outer disciple, she could show off her power in front of Jiang Beichen, but the other party seemed not afraid at all, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

Jiang Beichen frowned and joked: "Do you think that by relying on the Martial Alliance and becoming Lin Cong's disciple, you can show off your power in front of me?"
Chapter completed!