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

The one who spoke was a middle-aged man behind the crowd. He was dressed in a suit, and endless shock was appearing on his thick eyebrows and big eyes.

"Old Song, have you heard of it?"

Old Ghost Ren frowned.

My own subordinates have been to Jiangbei for a while, and the Ren family managed the business on the bright side.

Thinking about it in a blink of an eye, Old Ghost Ren felt relieved.

Lao Song had stayed in Jiangbei, and this young real man was mainly active in the Jiangbei area, so he had heard of it.

It's just that Lao Song's status is not enough to meet Jiang Tong. It's just that during that time, he has been deeply aware of the horror of the little real person.

That's why he didn't recognize Jiang Tong.

In Jiangbei, the little real person is almost like a myth, and countless people are famous.

Lao Song smiled bitterly and said:
"It's not just that I've heard of it, it's like thunder, even the Zheng and Gu families who dominate Jiangbei bow their heads to him."

Old Ghost Ren's face changed wildly.

I'm just a little curious in my heart. Logically speaking, the old man of the Gu family is rumored to be a master of Huajin.

When he was young, he served as a soldier and horse to defend the country. He once brought peaches and plums all over the world, and he was even a family of meritorious service.

As for the Zheng family, they hold more than a dozen airlines and have tens of billions of assets.It is said that even Qin Zihao, the boss of Jinling, was supported by the Gu family.

Such a status, not to mention being able to suppress a martial arts master, at least be able to be on an equal footing.

No matter how powerful a real person is, it is limited to the secular world. If you encounter those large-caliber anti-material weapons, it will be a bit numb.

A true martial artist can defeat a hundred with one, but he cannot be invincible.

It seemed that Old Ghost Ren was puzzled.

Old Song sighed:
"Little Daoist is different from other martial arts masters. He became famous all the way, beheading Chen Baijue, the god of wind across South Asia, and Jiang Jianyan, who sits in Qingzhou."

"Even Zhong Shili, the boxing master next to Ye Junlin, the Qilin son of Yanjing's Ye family, also died at the hands of the little real person."

"Some time ago, the seven families of Jinling were bloodbathed in one breath, no one dared to speak!"

After Lao Song said every word, Ren Laogui was dumbfounded, and a chill appeared in his heart.

Almost unsteady.

At the end of Lao Song's speech, he looked at Jiang Tong with complicated eyes, and smiled bitterly: "In the past year of becoming famous, Senior Jiang has killed three martial arts masters."

The braided-headed scholar who fell to the ground felt his heart shattered when he heard the words.

Your sister, why didn't you say it earlier.

If you had told us that you were the leader of Jiangbei, we would have retreated naturally, who would dare to do anything?

Braided head can't wait to spit out a mouthful of old blood.

This is so deceitful.

Standing behind Jiang Tong, Xia Qingshuang tightly covered her mouth with her two small hands, her face full of disbelief.

This childhood playmate in front of him, placed in the crowd, is so ordinary and inconspicuous, he turned out to be a martial artist.

Xia Qingshuang finally understood, what did Jiang Tong mean by the phrase "I have some identity in Jiangbei"?

Xia Chunfeng was overjoyed.

Struggling to stand up, he respectfully said, "Thank you, senior, for your help."

It's better to run for your life now, hug Jiang Tong's thigh, than anything else.

A real martial artist is enough to suppress the Southwest.

See the tables turned.

Old Ghost Ren bent down slightly again, and whispered, "Reverend Jiang, there may be one thing you don't know yet?"

Xia Chunfeng's smile faltered, and he naturally knew what the old ghost was going to say.

Jiang Tong frowned and said:
"what's up?"

Old Ghost Ren's smile grew wider: "It's about your friend."

Hearing this, Xia Chunfeng's expression changed drastically, and he wanted to stop him, but was coldly swept away by Jiang Tong.

He shrank his head in fright.

Old Ghost Ren continued: "Senior, you may not know what the Buddha's Secret Art is."

"The so-called Futu secret technique is actually a taboo technique used by the Xia family. Using the secret technique as a guide, with the help of many medicinal materials, a great medicine was cultivated."

"It can be said that this little girl is a medicine cauldron in itself. When the great medicine cultivated by the secret technique of the Buddha matures, the little girl will naturally wither and wither, and she will not live to be thirty at most."

Jiang Tong narrowed his eyes gradually.

No wonder he looked at Xia Qingshuang's cultivation techniques, and he was more inclined to consolidate the foundation and cultivate the essence. It turns out that the flesh and blood is used as the cauldron to cultivate tonic.

This kind of evil method is mostly seen in the Miao Wu area, as well as the head-down technique in Southeast Asia.

Unexpectedly, there is such a third-rate secret technique in the southwest.

Moreover, Jiang Tong saw that this method was very primitive.

Anyone with a bit of common sense knows that the more primitive a secret technique is, the more cruel it is.

The things cultivated by the Buddha's secret technique will continuously extract the vitality from Xia Qingshuang's body.

Until the end of the day, Xia Qingshuang's cultivation was too low, and her body's recovery speed was not as fast as the extraction speed of the Buddha's secret technique, so her vitality would naturally wither, and she would even die suddenly on the spot.

"Is that right?"

Jiang Tong looked at Xia Chunfeng with killing intent.

He must know this, but he didn't confess to Xia Qingshuang.

Xia Chunfeng was sweating like rain, and quickly explained: "Senior, when these old ghosts destroyed my Xia family, I had no choice but to use the Xia family's taboo secret technique to cultivate a big medicine in Qingshuang's body."

Xia Qingshuang's face was pale, and her delicate body trembled slightly.

Old Ghost Ren snorted coldly:
"The reason why a taboo is a taboo is because you have to pay a huge price to use this kind of thing."

"The secret technique of Buddha is not mature yet. If we take it away in advance, the little girl can live to at least five or sixty years old. It is more humane than waiting for it to be taken away when it is mature."

Jiang Tong snorted coldly.

"Xia Chunfeng, you are a father in vain."

Xia Chunfeng smiled wryly, with guilt on his face.

However, in Jiang Tong's eyes, these little tricks were like a joke.Just because others can't do it doesn't mean he can't.

It happened to be a blessing in disguise for Xia Qingshuang to break through into Dao cultivation with the help of this great medicine.

Old Ghost Ren is very smart.

Seeing that they couldn't get the secret technique of the Buddha, they naturally picked up the topic so that Xia Chunfeng couldn't get it either.

"Senior, since the next girl is your friend, I will retreat. I will never offend you again in the future."

As they said that, several people made a soul oath in front of Jiang Tong.

A few ants, Jiang Tong was too lazy to get rid of them.

Then he was not interested, waved his hand and said: "Go away, if I meet you in the East China Sea again, the family behind you will no longer need to exist."

Everyone was terrified, since the real Wu Dao said it, he would definitely do it.

Several people looked at each other, turned and left, not daring to pay any more attention.

Jiang Tong looked at Xia Chunfeng again.

In a cold voice:
"The Futu secret technique is still a while away from maturity, so I will give Qingshuang to you first, and then I will naturally come to you to solve these problems."

"If something happens to Qingshuang, I will go to Qiongbi and fall to Huangquan, and I will also want you to be scattered, and you will die."

Xia Chunfeng nodded quickly.

He had no doubts about Jiang Tong's determination to fulfill these words.

Facing the pursuit of a martial arts master, there will be no room for him in the world for the rest of his life.

"I'll take Qingshuang and seek refuge with a good friend, waiting for senior."

After finishing speaking, Xia Chunfeng bowed deeply.