Ye Qingcheng's face was full of humiliation, his mouth was blocked by the soles of his shoes, and he couldn't even speak.

The second time! The dignified young master of the aristocratic clan was actually rubbed under his feet twice! "This is the second time!"

"Remember next time, you have one last chance!"

Jiang Beichen stepped hard and directly threw Ye Qingcheng's head into the snow.

Ye Qingcheng's head was buzzing, ashamed and angry, and he coughed twice violently, and he fainted in the snow.

"A coward who is invincible is worthy of challenging me?"

Jiang Beichen snorted coldly and walked out directly.

Now Wang Xun brought people around again, and it seemed that he still did not mean to let Jiang Beichen go.

"Boy, do you think you can leave today?"

Wang Xun had a cruel expression on his face.

"I admit that your cultivation is above me, but today we are here, you think one person can beat me!"

Wang Xun smiled sinisterly, and the other brothers surrounded him.

This kid is so arrogant. If you don’t teach me a lesson today, you really think that Zheng He’s subordinates are all cowards! “Today, your master celebrates the sun, the dead are the most important thing, don’t force me to take action!”

Jiang Beichen said with a frown.

"It's not that many people are relying on fighting!"

"To be honest, you guys are just ants to me!"

Jiang Beichen spoke disdainfully.

There is not a martial arts master present, what if he is not an ant?

Even the master of martial arts is just a dog-slaughtering to him! "Boy, are you crazy?

If you don’t teach you a lesson, do you really think you are invincible in the world?”

Wang Xun was so angry that this kid was so arrogant, and his eyes looked at them as if he was looking at an ant.

"What are you still standing there? Let's go together. I'm going to press his head against the master's spirit and rub it hard!"

Wang Xun shouted loudly.

The hundreds of people present, almost all of whom were martial arts masters, rushed up.

Wang Xun couldn't help but sneer.

No matter how capable this kid is, his human-sea tactics are enough to fill him to death, right?

But the next moment, Wang Xun's smile froze on his face.

Before the brothers approached, Jiang Beichen just raised his hand, and suddenly, everyone flew up inexplicably.

"This..." Wang Xun was stunned, and the others were also frightened.

What's going on? Why is the gravity of the earth gone?

Hum! Jiang Beichen waved his hand and everyone screamed, falling to the ground one after another.

Suddenly, screams came from the snow.

Gulu! Wang Xun swallowed very hard.

What is this method?

You know, there are hundreds of people. I'm afraid that ordinary martial arts masters can't do this method?

"Who are you?"

Wang Xun asked in a hoarse voice, "This is definitely not an unknown person."

Eighty-mostly he is a young master! Such a monster talent, I am afraid he is not a closed disciple of any hidden cultivation sect?

"You don't deserve to know who I am!"

Jiang Beichen said coldly, with a disdainful expression.

Wang Xun was immediately angry and embarrassed, "Boy, don't be too arrogant. Let me tell you, my master has many old friends in the Northern Quan sect. Maybe those martial arts seniors will be present today. Do you really think you can be enemies with the entire Northern Quan?"

Squeak! And at this moment, a luxury car fleet suddenly drove into the manor.

The car door opened, and an old man with a strong breath stepped down from the car.

The leader was burly and magnificent, and he could tell at a glance that he was definitely not an ordinary martial arts master! And Wang Xun's eyes lit up and he recognized him on the spot.

This is the martial arts master of the Northern Quan school, and they are all here! Wang Xun hurriedly ran over and bowed excitedly to the burly old man in the lead: "Master Drunk Master, are you here to worship your family master?

You are here just in time. This kid dares to make trouble at the funeral of his master. Please be fair to us!"

In Wang Xun's opinion, the drunkard and others are the master's friends and will definitely stand up for them.

As a result, the drunkard slapped over with a big slap, "What a dog-like thing, you say something foul. Even if your master is still alive, you don't dare to yell so much!"

Wang Xun rolled to the ground, covering his face with a puzzled expression.

This is being fooled! After all, the drunkard is the master’s best friend. Why didn’t he help him when he came up, but instead slapped him.

At this time, the drunkard brought a group of masters to Jiang Beichen and bowed together: "We will pay homage to the leader!"

Leader?

Wang Xun looked confused and his body trembled violently.

The other brothers also had a terrifying expression! This person is actually the leader of the Northern Quan lineage?

They have all heard of it before, the new leader of the Beiquan lineage, the first in the Hualong list, and the Beihai Yizhimei! Unexpectedly... it was the young man in front of him?

Wang Xun was confused, and everyone present was confused.

No wonder! No wonder people only burn incense and don’t do good deeds.

He is completely qualified! In terms of identity, he is the leader of Beiquan and the leader! In terms of generation, he is the master of the drunkard. Zheng He and the drunkard are of the same age. Although he is young, his seniority is indeed one generation higher than his master.

There is nothing wrong with it! "Master, Zheng He is also considered an old man in my Beiquan lineage. Since you are here, we will naturally come here to take a trip!"

The drunkard said with emotion.

If it weren't for Jiang Beichen's leadership, they would have decided not to come today.

Jiang Beichen nodded, "Zheng He and I are just their own masters! Apart from that, I have no prejudice against him!"

"But with today's occasion, I still have to make it clear!"

"The Wolf of the Wumeng is ambition and has a lot of goals. As a soldier, I will never let the Wumeng become bigger!"

"It won't even take long to fight with the Martial Alliance and completely disintegrate it!"

Jiang Beichen spoke with a serious expression.

"So, if you choose to do things for the Martial Alliance, you should automatically admit that you are enemies of Jiang!"

"Jiang Shi, don't blame Jiang for turning against him for being ruthless!"

After Jiang Beichen said this, he strode out of the village.

The drunkard watched with all the people watching, and Wang Xun and his disciples lay on the ground tremblingly, not even daring to raise their heads.

It was not until Jiang Beichen left the manor that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Ye Qingcheng, who was in the snow, suddenly moved his body and slowly woke up.

"Little beast, I'll kill you the fuck! Ahhh!"

Ye Qingcheng started to frantically, as if he was about to fight against the air.

Everyone had dull expressions on their faces, and the air became particularly quiet.

Ye Qingcheng finally woke up and took a look in the field, "Where is that little beast? Did you run away?

Brother Wang Xun, please bring someone to arrest me! I want to make him live worse than death today!”

Ye Qingcheng kept roaring.

Wang Xun's face turned pale immediately after being frightened.

A small beast?

Do you dare to scold the leader of the Beiquan lineage? Beihai Yizhimei is a small wild species?

Do you want to kill someone?

You're really looking for death! "Huh?

Senior Drunkard?”

Ye Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed and hurried over.

"Senior Drunkard, do you still recognize me?

I, Ye Qingcheng, the eldest son of the Ye family in Yanjing! There was also Senior Zheng last time, we had a drink together!"

"In this way, senior drunkard, please help me kill someone. As long as you help me kill this villain, my Ye family will vigorously support the status of the Northern Quan faction in the martial arts world from now on! How about it?"
To be continued...