The female president's personal crazy son-in-law

Internal strength and outward release, this is the sign of a real person!
"You... are you a real person?"

Zhang Yuanfang looked at Jiang Tong, his eyes were different from before, his whole body was silent, as if he would never forget it.

"Why is this kid so strong?"

He had a hellish look on his face.

Lin Shitong practiced martial arts at the age of eight, traveled all over the famous mountains and rivers, worshiped the masters of all famous schools, and spent his whole life meditating for ten years, studying for ten years, and meditating for ten years...

Only at the age of 60, I felt something occasionally. With the shock in my sleeve, the sword opened the gate of heaven, and once I entered the inner strength.

But in sight.

This man under the age of 30 has actually achieved such a terrifying cultivation level that he ranks above a real person.

Once you enter Hejin, you become a real person.

Jiang Tong turned a blind eye to Mr. Lin's body on the ground and walked over with his hands behind his back.

Every time Jiang Tong took a step forward, Zhang Yuanfang took a step back, and the pride and arrogance that the Shen family's villa pointed at the marble that night were all gone.

At this moment, he finally understood why Jiang Tong questioned Mr. Lin that night, what kind of person is he, and he is also qualified to accept his daughter as a disciple?

It turned out that it wasn't someone pretending to be ignorant, but this was a real person who practiced Dharma.

From Zhang Yuanfang's point of view, the small mud pond in Jinling was overstretched, and there were only a few loaches at most.

But I didn't expect that a nine-day true dragon flew out of it, a real person under the age of 30, if it spread, those old immortals who lived dozens or hundreds of years, wouldn't they feel ashamed?
Jiang Tong's smile increased:

"It seems that you master and apprentice really dare to attack me."

Zhang Yuanfang was shaking like a sieve, and he could no longer think of confrontation.

This is a real practitioner who is alive and well!

Their mentors and apprentices are not even qualified to serve Jiang Tong tea and water.At least the cultivation base must reach Huajin, a generation of grandmasters, and only then will they have the opportunity to see such existences.

As for Zhang Yuanfang, he is only a half-baked internal energy, and there are still more than ten years before he truly enters the ranks of internal energy.

Compared with the real thing.

Zhang Yuanfang has at most half a foot, stepping into the inner strength, this kind of cultivation is like a martial arts master in the eyes of ordinary people.

Fly over the eaves and walk on the wall, one against ten.

But internal strength is difficult, as difficult as reaching the blue sky.

Because of this, a master of internal strength was crowned with various honors and honors in the rich circles and high society of Huaguo.

"Really, please forgive me."

Zhang Yuanfang's legs kept wobbling, and finally he knelt on the ground suddenly, kowtowing to his head like smashing garlic.

If he had known earlier that the man in front of him was a hidden Daoist Daoist, he would not have dared to offend Zhang Yuanfang ten times.

Jiang Tong thought secretly in his heart.

This Shen Tianyan is indeed a smart person, knowing that the whole thing revolves around Jiang Tong.

The easiest way to break this situation is to kill Jiang Tong, the core figure, or make him disappear forever.

When the time comes, Director Xia will naturally marry Shen Rong obediently.

"It's a pity that you miscalculated a bit. Today, I am the God of Martial Dao. Let you have all kinds of schemes and tricks, and I will cut through them with one sword."

There was no joy or sorrow on Jiang Tong's face, he looked down at Zhang Yuanfang, and said with a half smile but not a smile:
"Since I have offended you master and apprentice, if I let you go, you will hide in the dark and give my relatives by my side unexpectedly in the future, I will regret it very much."

There is only a thousand days to be a thief, how can there be a thousand days to guard against a thief?
Being targeted by a martial artist, even if it is only a half-hearted effort, as long as there is a slight mistake, it will leave Jiang Tong with regrets for the rest of his life.

It doesn't matter if it's Director Xia or Xiao Mi.

They have delicate skin and tender flesh, but Zhang Yuanfang couldn't stand it, so he smashed them down with one finger.

"Don't dare, the junior absolutely dare not."

Zhang Yuanfang smiled wryly.

I didn't dare to even have such a thought in my heart.

Among other things, Jiang Tong's method of chasing the wind and surrounding the sword to kill Lin Shitong left a shadow on him for the rest of his life.

"Jiang Zhenren's martial arts is unrivaled, and he is unparalleled in imperial law. It's the juniors who have eyes that don't know the real dragon, and they offend themselves. The real person killed my teacher. He has to blame himself, and he has no one to blame."

Zhang Yuanfang's heart beat faster.

In the entire country of Hua, there are so few Daoist Daoists who practice the law that I have come across.

It's okay to be friends, but they are masters and apprentices, and they don't know how to live or die.

Zhang Yuanfang was almost regretful:
"Okay, Shen Tianyan, you misunderstood my master and apprentice!"

His teeth were itchy with hatred. According to what Shen Tianyan said, Jiang Tong was just a down-and-out son who had no skills and only knew how to eat, drink and play.

Looking at it now, what kind of son is this, it is simply a prehistoric Tyrannosaurus rex!
"Let me ask you, what was the metaphysics exchange meeting you mentioned that night?"

Since Jiang Tong returned to China, Zhang Yuanfang was his master and apprentice, the first pair of secular warriors he met.

Zhang Yuanfang said respectfully:
"Returning to the real person, the so-called metaphysics exchange meeting is actually a magic weapon banquet held by the rich and powerful in Jinling in private."

"These rich people spent a lot of money to invite many masters, and took the opportunity to exchange magic treasures. Rich people believe in these ways the most."

After listening to Zhang Yuanfang's explanation, Jiang Tong understood.

It was just a gathering for a group of rich people to have fun. At first, not many people participated, but as the banquets showed their prominence in Jiangbei over the years, more and more people joined.

Many secular warriors and ascetic warlocks wanted to take this opportunity to make a name for themselves, so they came here uninvited.

At the metaphysics exchange meeting, everyone can exchange magical artifacts and treasures, and some rich people invite the master to hold the eye, and if they see the right eye, they will buy it at a high price.

"I see."

Jiang Tong nodded secretly.

Real instruments, in the eyes of these rich and powerful, have always been scarce.

A magic weapon!
It can keep you safe, strengthen your body, gather feng shui, and cage luck.

Of course, with Jiang Tong's eyes, he naturally despises these bastards, only spiritual weapons can make him take a high look.

"Sir, can you let me go?"

Zhang Yuanfang just wanted to leave Jiang Tong far away, and vowed in his heart that he would never set foot in Jinling again.

Jiang Tong thought for a moment, then nodded slightly:

"1000 million, buy your life, and you will not be allowed to enter Jinling again. If I see you again, I will definitely kill you."

Zhang Yuanfang was sweating profusely, got up and fled, not thinking about revenge, he was scared out of his wits long ago.

Jiang Tong stood by the bay, watching the big river rolling.

Elder Lin's body flowed along the water, and was instantly swallowed by the big waves, leaving no trace of it.

Maybe Lin was old enough to die without knowing what kind of existence he was facing?
He has practiced martial arts and swordsmanship for a period of six years, and even cut nine swords, but he has never lifted a piece of Jiang Tong's clothes.

On the contrary, it was Jiang Tong's sword that killed him.

"Real?"

Jiang Tong raised his head, his eyes flickering:

"I'm not anymore!"

Huashen, who is under 30 years old, is afraid that if the news spreads, the martial arts world of Huaguo will be shocked.

Shen Tianyan didn't expect that Jiang Tong would lightly break the trap he had carefully laid out, even asking Mr. Lin to help him with his punches.

From the beginning to the end, Jiang Tong only made one sword.

As for Zhang Yuanfang's 1000 million yuan, Jiang Tong is not worried. Today's Zhang Zifang has already been scared out of his wits.

from now on.

Zhang Yuanfang will respect Jiang Tong as God!