The son-in-law of the female president
Chapter 140
On this day, the local citizens of Qingzhou rushed to the streets and stretched out their hands:
"Snowing!"
The sky is white, and the frost is full of hundreds of miles.
The road up the Qingzhou Tibetan Sword Mountain has been blocked by hundreds of heavily armed special police. Those who can reach the top of the mountain are all Qingzhou dignitaries and well-known people.
This bet was established under the witness of the entire Qingzhou upper class.
There are only a dozen or so people standing on the top of the mountain.
Zhang Xianxing, Liufang of the Lin family, Jian Wushuang, and Staff Officer Qin were all wearing overcoats to keep out the cold, and all of them turned around to look at them in unison.
Dressed in black and thin, Jiang Tong, with a straight figure, climbed to the top of the mountain step by step with his hands behind his back.
Followed by Lin Xiaoyan and Liu Teng, Lin Xiaoyan was still dressed as on the night of the birthday party, a beaded white gauze dress with a tight skirt that stuck to her thighs, outlining a devilish curve.
Her little face was flushed from the cold, and now she has figured it out.
Let's not talk about what magic Jiang Tong planted in her body, he can kill her at any time.
Today's battle alone has two endings.
If Duke Jiang wins, the crisis will be resolved.If she loses, it's impossible for her to abandon her relatives and friends and flee overseas alone, right?
Whether he wins or loses, it doesn't matter whether he escapes or not, so he has been obediently following Jiang Tong's side.
At the place where everyone's eyes meet, an old man in a white robe, with a white head and white beard, is standing on the top of the snow mountain with three swords on his back, his back to everyone.
Like a peerless swordsman, hunting in white, snowflakes fell on his side, as if pushed to both sides by an invisible force.
Within a few feet of the old man's body, it was as if a world was closed.
"The decisive battle is about to begin!"
Mr. Lin raised his head. To be honest, when he saw Jiang Tong approaching, he suddenly lost his confidence.
He looked at Mr. Jiang, and then at Jiang Tong:
"Can you let go of this bet?"
Mr. Lin regretted it.
Jiang Gong remained silent, Jiang Tong shook his head lightly: "It's late."
Old Master Lin let out a sigh, his eyes were sad, and he shouted in his heart: "Brother Chen, in order to protect you as a disciple, my Lin family has blocked all luck for the next few decades."
Jiang Tong was like an ordinary person. He walked behind Jiang Jianyan step by step, raised his head and asked, "There is no enmity between you and me. Are you really going to set up this bridge for the Lin family?"
Martial arts are not easy.
It is difficult to combine energy, it is as difficult as a sunny day, there are tens of thousands of warriors in this world, and there are only a hundred of them who can enter the energy.
Jiang Tong's eyes were like pillars, he bowed his head and flicked his sleeves:
"For the sake of the Lin family, you don't want to cultivate for the rest of your life, and you have to complete the bet with me."
Jiang Jianyan turned around slowly.
Everyone saw it clearly.
He has white hair, childlike face, rosy cheeks, full of energy, and his eyes are bright and piercing.
Dressed like an ancient swordsman, walking, sitting and sleeping, there is a hidden sword aura.
Martial arts hundred soldiers, headed by the sword, are known as the number one in killing.
Once a master of swordsmanship is advanced, he can cultivate endless sword intent, but simply standing there will give people a feeling of showing their sharpness.
This feeling really existed. Even though Jiang Jianyan was hundreds of meters away, as soon as he turned around, everyone watching the battle felt pain in their cheeks.
This is the strong sword intent to a certain extent, interfering with reality.
Everything can be condensed, murderous aura, sword intent, divine thoughts, these illusory things, can be condensed into substance by the hands of the real master.
Jiang Jianyan raised his eyelids and laughed loudly:
"Jiang Xiaoyou and I are both people who value friendship. Xiaoyou can chase thousands of miles for his beloved daughter, and take the Lin family's daughter to command Qingzhou. I, Jiang Jianyan, can also befriend the Lin family's top son, risking my life to hide the sword Xueding."
Jiang Tong frowned.
Jiang Jianyan's martial arts cultivation base is the most magnificent person he has ever met after returning to China, not one of them.
Even if Chen Baijue was in front of him, he would still be inferior.
"It is rumored that 50 years ago, you defeated Qi Shengjun, and more than ten years ago, you retreated three swords to Chen Baijue. In the past 50 years, you have only made two shots, but every time you make a shot, you are getting closer and closer to Huashen."
Jiang Tong asked curiously:
"You haven't become a God of Transformation yet?"
Jiang Jianyan smiled wryly: "It's too difficult to transform into a god. Since a hundred years ago, Taoist Shenyin of Longhu Mountain practiced hard for 150 years, seeking to break through the world and step into the queen of transformation. In the past hundred years, I have seen countless amazing people , are trapped in the realm of Hejin for the rest of their lives."
"This old man has been meditating for 20 years, cultivating hard for 20 years, and comprehending for 20 years. Now it has been sixty years. However, turning into a god is like the sky, and we wait for warriors like walking. It is not only difficult to reach the sky on foot!"
As he spoke, Jiang Jianyan walked over with his hands down.
His eyes shone brightly, and he said, "In today's world, if there is anyone who can become a God of Transformation, it is only Qi Shengjun from Zhongzhou, Hong Daoxuan from Hong Kong Island, Yan Manhong from Yanjing, and Dao Hong Kaiyin from that day."
After speaking, he thought about it and added another person:
"And you, the real Jinling who is under 30 years old!"
Jiang Tong said curiously:
"Then what about you?"
Jiang Jianyan shook his head and said: "The old man is over one hundred and four years old, and he feels that his birthday is approaching. He is half a foot away from the door, and he can't make it. It's just one step away, but it's a difference between heaven and earth. It's a pity! It's a pity!"
There was infinite regret in his eyes, and finally he changed the subject and raised his head suddenly:
"In the past 50 years, I have cultivated three swords, the Junzi Sword, the Four Elephant Sword, and the last sword, but it is almost too late, so let's not talk about it."
Every time Jiang Jianyan said a word, his sleeves swelled a little, as if there were two hair dryers inside, and his long hair was blown up without wind.
The heavy snow all around reversed out of thin air and floated up to the sky again.
Jiang Jianyan's tongue burst into thunder, and he asked Jiang Tong again:
"If the Lin family took out one billion yuan to compensate Xiaoyou, would Xiaoyou be willing to retreat to Jinling now?"
Jiang Tong shook his head:
"Do you think that after the Lin family offended me again and again, a billion can change anything?"
The two were so excited.
Those watching the battle covered their mouths and exclaimed, "Jiang Jianyan is about to draw his sword."
next second.
Jiang Jianyan stomped his foot and patted the scabbard: "Back then I used the Gentleman's sword, and three swords retreated Chen Baijue. Now that I have defeated him, one sword is enough! I wonder if my little friend can catch it?"
'Bang! '
The long sword was unsheathed, and Jiang Jianyan stepped out with the sword in his hand. Legend has it that he can draw nine swords with each step.Now it seems that with this step, he made more than nine swords.
Jiang Tong's eyes were full of fighting spirit, he stepped forward with one step, fisted with his fingers and pushed out.
The hidden sword on the top of the snow, the tornado Baixue, unexpectedly diverged a way.
Lin Xiaoyan tightly covered her lips with her small hands, trembling all over.
Zhang Xianxing raised his head, looked at the heavy snow in the sky, and expressed his feelings:
"Heaven and earth have great beauty without mentioning it. Compared with it, what is the decisive battle between the two of them?"
'boom! '
Jiang Tong's fist was like a dragon, and he was so brave that dozens of iron swords stuck in the ground were all shaken into the air.
Jiang Jianyan stepped back ten steps, the sword energy in his hand disappeared in the air, and his face was solemn.
On the other hand, Jiang Tong didn't take a step back, still standing firmly on the spot like a rock, even with one hand behind his back.
"Little friend's cultivation base is boundless and magnificent, the old man has never seen it before."
Jiang Jianyan smiled helplessly.
Jiang Tong shook his head lightly:
"You can't hurt me with just one sword strike, let's make a second sword strike!"
Jiang Jianyan raised his head and laughed, the laughter washed away the snowy peak, and then he slapped behind him, the second sword came out of its sheath...
"Little friend, why don't you use your real-life supernatural powers, and within a hundred steps, we will decide the winner and loser!"
Jiang Tong nodded calmly:
"it is good!"
"Snowing!"
The sky is white, and the frost is full of hundreds of miles.
The road up the Qingzhou Tibetan Sword Mountain has been blocked by hundreds of heavily armed special police. Those who can reach the top of the mountain are all Qingzhou dignitaries and well-known people.
This bet was established under the witness of the entire Qingzhou upper class.
There are only a dozen or so people standing on the top of the mountain.
Zhang Xianxing, Liufang of the Lin family, Jian Wushuang, and Staff Officer Qin were all wearing overcoats to keep out the cold, and all of them turned around to look at them in unison.
Dressed in black and thin, Jiang Tong, with a straight figure, climbed to the top of the mountain step by step with his hands behind his back.
Followed by Lin Xiaoyan and Liu Teng, Lin Xiaoyan was still dressed as on the night of the birthday party, a beaded white gauze dress with a tight skirt that stuck to her thighs, outlining a devilish curve.
Her little face was flushed from the cold, and now she has figured it out.
Let's not talk about what magic Jiang Tong planted in her body, he can kill her at any time.
Today's battle alone has two endings.
If Duke Jiang wins, the crisis will be resolved.If she loses, it's impossible for her to abandon her relatives and friends and flee overseas alone, right?
Whether he wins or loses, it doesn't matter whether he escapes or not, so he has been obediently following Jiang Tong's side.
At the place where everyone's eyes meet, an old man in a white robe, with a white head and white beard, is standing on the top of the snow mountain with three swords on his back, his back to everyone.
Like a peerless swordsman, hunting in white, snowflakes fell on his side, as if pushed to both sides by an invisible force.
Within a few feet of the old man's body, it was as if a world was closed.
"The decisive battle is about to begin!"
Mr. Lin raised his head. To be honest, when he saw Jiang Tong approaching, he suddenly lost his confidence.
He looked at Mr. Jiang, and then at Jiang Tong:
"Can you let go of this bet?"
Mr. Lin regretted it.
Jiang Gong remained silent, Jiang Tong shook his head lightly: "It's late."
Old Master Lin let out a sigh, his eyes were sad, and he shouted in his heart: "Brother Chen, in order to protect you as a disciple, my Lin family has blocked all luck for the next few decades."
Jiang Tong was like an ordinary person. He walked behind Jiang Jianyan step by step, raised his head and asked, "There is no enmity between you and me. Are you really going to set up this bridge for the Lin family?"
Martial arts are not easy.
It is difficult to combine energy, it is as difficult as a sunny day, there are tens of thousands of warriors in this world, and there are only a hundred of them who can enter the energy.
Jiang Tong's eyes were like pillars, he bowed his head and flicked his sleeves:
"For the sake of the Lin family, you don't want to cultivate for the rest of your life, and you have to complete the bet with me."
Jiang Jianyan turned around slowly.
Everyone saw it clearly.
He has white hair, childlike face, rosy cheeks, full of energy, and his eyes are bright and piercing.
Dressed like an ancient swordsman, walking, sitting and sleeping, there is a hidden sword aura.
Martial arts hundred soldiers, headed by the sword, are known as the number one in killing.
Once a master of swordsmanship is advanced, he can cultivate endless sword intent, but simply standing there will give people a feeling of showing their sharpness.
This feeling really existed. Even though Jiang Jianyan was hundreds of meters away, as soon as he turned around, everyone watching the battle felt pain in their cheeks.
This is the strong sword intent to a certain extent, interfering with reality.
Everything can be condensed, murderous aura, sword intent, divine thoughts, these illusory things, can be condensed into substance by the hands of the real master.
Jiang Jianyan raised his eyelids and laughed loudly:
"Jiang Xiaoyou and I are both people who value friendship. Xiaoyou can chase thousands of miles for his beloved daughter, and take the Lin family's daughter to command Qingzhou. I, Jiang Jianyan, can also befriend the Lin family's top son, risking my life to hide the sword Xueding."
Jiang Tong frowned.
Jiang Jianyan's martial arts cultivation base is the most magnificent person he has ever met after returning to China, not one of them.
Even if Chen Baijue was in front of him, he would still be inferior.
"It is rumored that 50 years ago, you defeated Qi Shengjun, and more than ten years ago, you retreated three swords to Chen Baijue. In the past 50 years, you have only made two shots, but every time you make a shot, you are getting closer and closer to Huashen."
Jiang Tong asked curiously:
"You haven't become a God of Transformation yet?"
Jiang Jianyan smiled wryly: "It's too difficult to transform into a god. Since a hundred years ago, Taoist Shenyin of Longhu Mountain practiced hard for 150 years, seeking to break through the world and step into the queen of transformation. In the past hundred years, I have seen countless amazing people , are trapped in the realm of Hejin for the rest of their lives."
"This old man has been meditating for 20 years, cultivating hard for 20 years, and comprehending for 20 years. Now it has been sixty years. However, turning into a god is like the sky, and we wait for warriors like walking. It is not only difficult to reach the sky on foot!"
As he spoke, Jiang Jianyan walked over with his hands down.
His eyes shone brightly, and he said, "In today's world, if there is anyone who can become a God of Transformation, it is only Qi Shengjun from Zhongzhou, Hong Daoxuan from Hong Kong Island, Yan Manhong from Yanjing, and Dao Hong Kaiyin from that day."
After speaking, he thought about it and added another person:
"And you, the real Jinling who is under 30 years old!"
Jiang Tong said curiously:
"Then what about you?"
Jiang Jianyan shook his head and said: "The old man is over one hundred and four years old, and he feels that his birthday is approaching. He is half a foot away from the door, and he can't make it. It's just one step away, but it's a difference between heaven and earth. It's a pity! It's a pity!"
There was infinite regret in his eyes, and finally he changed the subject and raised his head suddenly:
"In the past 50 years, I have cultivated three swords, the Junzi Sword, the Four Elephant Sword, and the last sword, but it is almost too late, so let's not talk about it."
Every time Jiang Jianyan said a word, his sleeves swelled a little, as if there were two hair dryers inside, and his long hair was blown up without wind.
The heavy snow all around reversed out of thin air and floated up to the sky again.
Jiang Jianyan's tongue burst into thunder, and he asked Jiang Tong again:
"If the Lin family took out one billion yuan to compensate Xiaoyou, would Xiaoyou be willing to retreat to Jinling now?"
Jiang Tong shook his head:
"Do you think that after the Lin family offended me again and again, a billion can change anything?"
The two were so excited.
Those watching the battle covered their mouths and exclaimed, "Jiang Jianyan is about to draw his sword."
next second.
Jiang Jianyan stomped his foot and patted the scabbard: "Back then I used the Gentleman's sword, and three swords retreated Chen Baijue. Now that I have defeated him, one sword is enough! I wonder if my little friend can catch it?"
'Bang! '
The long sword was unsheathed, and Jiang Jianyan stepped out with the sword in his hand. Legend has it that he can draw nine swords with each step.Now it seems that with this step, he made more than nine swords.
Jiang Tong's eyes were full of fighting spirit, he stepped forward with one step, fisted with his fingers and pushed out.
The hidden sword on the top of the snow, the tornado Baixue, unexpectedly diverged a way.
Lin Xiaoyan tightly covered her lips with her small hands, trembling all over.
Zhang Xianxing raised his head, looked at the heavy snow in the sky, and expressed his feelings:
"Heaven and earth have great beauty without mentioning it. Compared with it, what is the decisive battle between the two of them?"
'boom! '
Jiang Tong's fist was like a dragon, and he was so brave that dozens of iron swords stuck in the ground were all shaken into the air.
Jiang Jianyan stepped back ten steps, the sword energy in his hand disappeared in the air, and his face was solemn.
On the other hand, Jiang Tong didn't take a step back, still standing firmly on the spot like a rock, even with one hand behind his back.
"Little friend's cultivation base is boundless and magnificent, the old man has never seen it before."
Jiang Jianyan smiled helplessly.
Jiang Tong shook his head lightly:
"You can't hurt me with just one sword strike, let's make a second sword strike!"
Jiang Jianyan raised his head and laughed, the laughter washed away the snowy peak, and then he slapped behind him, the second sword came out of its sheath...
"Little friend, why don't you use your real-life supernatural powers, and within a hundred steps, we will decide the winner and loser!"
Jiang Tong nodded calmly:
"it is good!"
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