The son-in-law of the female president

"Ah!" Zhou Qian stared blankly at Jiang Tong, not understanding what he meant by this sentence.
Is it true that Jiang Tong will cast some magical spells as in the legend.

At the place where everyone's eyes met, Jiang Tong's expression was calm, and he almost finished his sentence.

Zhou Qian seemed to have seen the most shocking scene in history, as if seeing a ghost, she pointed behind Jiang Tong: "Your queen..."

Don't wait for her to finish the rest.

Behind Jiang Tong, an arm seemed to protrude from the void, holding a short knife in his hand, and slashed towards Jiang Tong's head.

The void around him seemed to be split in half by the knife, making a burst of sharp piercing sounds.

"Waiting for you for a long time!"

Jiang Tong seemed to have known it a long time ago, and raised one hand lightly, and saw that when the black short knife was about to slash on Jiang Tong's body, it was caught lightly by two white fingers as white as jade.

All of a sudden, everyone heard a gasp of air-conditioning coming from the private room.

"Get out of here!"

As soon as Jiang Tong folded his fingers, he heard a "pop" sound, and the short knife in his finger was actually snapped off.

A figure fell out from the darkness behind him, and at this moment, the pupils of this person's tightly exposed eyes shrank suddenly.

With an unprecedented terrified tone, he screamed: "How is it possible?"

This short knife is the famous saber of his teacher, Sword Master Watanabe, and was presented by the previous generation Mu Renhuang himself.

Not only represents the highest honor.

The blade is made of aerospace alloy and deep-sea cold iron, making it indestructible.Even an armored vehicle can be easily split like cutting tofu.

But at this moment, Jiang Tong broke the dagger with his bare hands.

Such a shock cannot be described in words.

"A little Jonin from Japan, dare to come in front of me to be presumptuous?"

Jiang Tong snorted coldly, and kept sitting in the same position, without even looking at Watanabe Guiyi.

Not to mention Watanabe Guiyi, even if the head of Watanabe Shinobi, Watanabe Sword Master, came in person, Jiang Tong didn't pay attention.

Without any hesitation, Watanabe Kuiichi failed in one blow, turned around and merged into the darkness, desperately mobilizing his whole body's cultivation, wanting to leave here.

In the private room, the atmosphere was dead silent.

Old Liu's eyes were wide open, and he looked at Jiang Tong dully.

He never imagined that the young man who had been sitting opposite him was actually a martial arts master.

As for Yang Hao, Zhou Qian and the others, they were already dumbfounded.

"It's useless, you can't escape!"

Jiang Tong opened his eyelids out of interest, and patted his waist.

Two words came out of his mouth lightly:
"Sword up!"

Under Director Xia's stupefied gaze, the small Shenyin sword hanging on Jiang Tong's waist soared into the sky.

In an instant.

In the private room, the sword energy was everywhere, and the cold light was dazzling. Everyone could see two tiny characters engraved on the hilt of the sword.

God hidden!

With the sound of '咻', Shenyin pierced directly into the void as if splitting the nine heavens upwards and slashing the Netherworld downwards.

Next, only a slight sound was heard.

Everyone saw a head rolling out of the darkness until it reached Mr. Liu's feet before stopping.

Watanabe Kuiichi's wide-open eyes were full of disbelief, and the horror before dying was completely frozen.

After chopping down Watanabe Guiyi, Shenyin streaked across the void and walked around Jiang Tong's body, his sword trembling, as if he was asking for credit.

Jiang Tong smiled:

"Okay, okay, I will let you drink up the blood of the strong in the future, and use this as a sacrificial sacrifice!"

As if understanding Jiang Tong's words, the god disappeared into Jiang Tong's waist, and the cold light on his face was completely restrained, without any strangeness.

Director Xia Xiao covered her mouth with her hands, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.

She saw the small sword on Jiang Tong's waist a long time ago, and thought it was just a pendant Jiang Tong used to decorate.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a powerful sword.

To say that the most shocking thing is Zhou Qian.

Just now Jiang Tong snapped off the dagger with two fingers, then patted his waist, and a small sword flew into the air, beheading the man in black with one sword.

This scene even surpassed the spells Zhou Qian understood.

After Jiang Tong retracted his sword, he became the silent ordinary man before.

As if the head under Liu Lao's feet was not chopped off by him.

Yang Hao almost got up from his seat in fright.

When had he ever seen such a scene, it was like watching TV.

From the beginning to the end, Jiang Tong just made a sword.

Just when the atmosphere in the private room was silent.

There was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door, and then everyone saw a tall and handsome man in a white robe, black hair and shoulders, with starry eyes and sword eyebrows, walking indifferently.

"Who is this, so handsome!"

Zhou Qian didn't care that Yang Hao was beside her, her eyes were full of nympho, and she looked closely at the man.

Old Liu frowned, his hands shrunk in his sleeves, trembling uncontrollably.

Whether it was Jiang Tong or the middle-aged man who came in later, they couldn't feel a trace of breath.

In this case, either these two people are ordinary people with no cultivation, or they are wearing some kind of hidden aura magic weapon.

The last one is that the cultivation base of these two people is much higher than Old Liu.

Just like ants looking at the mountain, how could it be possible to see the whole picture of the majestic mountain.

After the man entered the private room, he walked all the way to Jiang Tong without squinting.

With a big salute, he bowed his head and said in awe-inspiring tone: "Zhongzhou, Mr. Qi Sheng, I have met my benefactor."

As soon as the words 'Qi Shengjun' came out.

Elder Liu jumped up from his seat, turned into a sculpture as if seeing a ghost, and stayed in place motionless.

All he could hear was the chattering of his teeth.

This is a peerless powerhouse who was famous in the world of martial arts 50 years ago, and is as famous as Tianshi Dao Hong Kaiyin and Yanjing Yanmanhong.

Normally, a master of energy transformation like Liu Lao is not even qualified to meet Qi Shengjun.

His soul was dying, like a student facing a teacher, standing respectfully and restrained in place, with no trace of blood on his face.

Everyone looked at Old Liu curiously.

The smart Lin Yanran could tell at a glance that Mr. Liu was frightened like this only after hearing the word 'Qi Shengjun'.

Jiang Tong's face softened, and he nodded slightly.

Calmly said:
"That's right, now that Elder Qi has stepped into Huashen Mountain, he is more than twice as strong as when he ascended to Shenling Ridge that day?"

Qi Shengjun became more respectful when he heard the words. He bent down and pressed a little more, his face almost touching the floor.

whispered:
"I would also like to thank Master Jiang for helping me enter the mind, otherwise Mr. Sheng would have fallen on Dengshen Ridge as early as that day."

Even after stepping into Huashen, Qi Shengjun didn't dare to think of offending Jiang Tong again.

The higher his cultivation level, the more Qi Shengjun knew Jiang Tong's terror.

Elder Liu at the side, after hearing the name Qi Shengjun, heard Jiang Zhenren again.

After reacting, he looked at Jiang Tong in horror, his lips trembled, and he said in a trembling voice: "You...you are the little real Jinling?"

After Liu Lao said this, it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength and was about to lose his footing.

As a martial artist, he knows better than the ordinary people around him what the words "Little Master of Jinling" represent in the martial arts world.

"and many more!"

Old Liu was taken aback for a moment.

"Just now, the little real person seemed to say that Qi Shengjun stepped into the God Transformation?"

Old Liu couldn't stand still anymore, and fell limp on the ground.

Jiang Tong raised his eyes, just in time to look at Liu Zaitian who was lying on the ground.

Asked calmly:

"Just now you said that we are not worthy to sit at the same table with you."

"now what?"