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

"Just the five of you?" Jiang Tong shook his head disdainfully.

Lin Zuoyun caged his hands, stood behind Jiang Tong, and said calmly: "We wait for five people to cultivate, I believe Jiang Zhenren has already seen everything."

"In such a camp, even if you are half-step into a god, you have to temporarily avoid the edge."

"Unless Jiang Zhenren has a martial arts cultivation base, and he has already reached the peak of perfection and stepped into the god of transformation."

Yang Lan smiled and said, "If that's the case, we'll turn around and leave now."

Jiang Tong didn't rush to do it, but looked at everyone jokingly.

"Do you know about the battle between me and Qi Shengjun in Dengshenling in Zhongzhou?"

Everyone shut up.

Although they are all members of the martial arts world, they have not been involved in the affairs of the martial arts world for too long.

These people spend most of their time meditating in closed doors, or practicing penance in some isolated and deserted places.

They had just left the customs, and they were attracted here by the Spirit Gathering Pill.

As for what happened in Zhongzhou recently, it is too late to investigate.

Seeing everyone's blank faces, Jiang Tong shook his head and laughed.

Yang Lan snorted coldly:
"Why are you shaking your head? Could it be that you are afraid?"

"As long as you hand over the Juling Pill recipe, I will never make it difficult for you, just turn around and leave immediately."

After all, no one wants to offend a young man who has become famous and is invincible.

Jiang Tong smiled and said:

"I shook my head to mean that even Qi Shengjun, who had stepped into the Martial Dao Transformation God, was defeated by me."

"Whoever gave you the courage dared to enter my mountain gate and rob the alchemy formula. Compared with a martial arts god, how do you feel about yourself?"

When these words were spoken, everyone's expressions changed wildly.

Only Hong Di covered her mouth and smiled lightly, like bursts of silver bells, crisp and melodious.

"The mouth grows on Jiang Renren's body. Jiang Renren can say whatever he wants."

Everyone nodded.

Yang Lan was the most direct, pointing across the air, hitting her head.

"It's useless to talk, it's better to capture Jiang Zhenren first, and force him to hand over many pills, as well as the formation technique."

"At that time, I'll just wait and go!"

Suddenly, the foot of Bajing Mountain was filled with light, and the surrounding area was as bright as day.

Within a radius of [-] meters, fallen leaves rolled horizontally, flying sand and rocks, like a hurricane coming.

Yang Lan's finger was powerful, and the surging vitality gushed out from the fingertips, and there was a sharp piercing sound in the void.

You Ruo pinched her fingers and said, she was wearing a white dress better than snow, with fluttering sleeves, like a fairy.

Lin Zuoyun held the cloud in his hand, and his fingers and palms flowed like a river.

The five real people acted at the same time, and Jiang Tong's situation was at an end in an instant.

It was beyond everyone's expectations.

Facing Yang Lan's slamming finger, Jiang Tong didn't even hide, but stood there with a calm expression, as if there was no one around.

A confident smile appeared on the corner of Yang Lan's mouth.

I thought:

"This finger, I can hurt him!"

At the moment when the thought came through, Yang Lan pointed her finger at Jiang Tong, but the scene where Jiang Tong was injured did not appear.

Instead, there was a deafening sound of steel clattering.

Yang Lan was so shocked that he took several steps back, the blood in his body was churning, and his whole arm was paralyzed.

"Is this... the Grandmaster of Henglian?"

Yang Lan's eyes suddenly shrank from pain, and he exclaimed.

According to the rumors, isn't Jiang Tong a warrior who specializes in inner strength? When did he become a master of horizontal training?
You must know that the journey of martial arts can be described as difficult and full of difficulties.

It's not something that can be achieved overnight. If you want to go further in the martial arts, even if you are a peerless genius, you have to spend more than ten years, decades.

Therefore, many people are pure and unique, and specialize in one way.

The more exercises you practice, the more you will scatter your energy, and in the end you will achieve nothing.

Therefore, warriors who specialize in inner strength will not go in the direction of horizontal training.Warlocks who specialize in magic arts will not touch inner strength.

Yang Lan had never seen a freak like Jiang Tong who was so powerful and indescribably powerful.

Regardless of the astonishment on everyone's faces, Jiang Tong shook his head and said:
"Why bother, if you treat each other well, I may not be able to sell you some top-grade pills."

Lin Zuoyuan turned his hands and pressed down, the clouds and mist in his palms rose against the wind, like a sky river falling from the top of his head.

"Wudang Chuiyunshou, not bad!" Regarding this, Jiang Tong just commented casually.

Then he clenched his fingers into a fist, and punched the great river of cloud and air pressing on his head.

The blazing fist shines like a rainbow piercing the sun, turning into a straight beam of light, hitting Tianxin directly.

The seemingly magnificent and mighty river of clouds and air was instantly torn apart by the fist light, and it collapsed inch by inch.

Then the cloud did not dissipate, and in Lin Zuoyun's faint smile, it turned into thousands of cloud threads as thin as cicada's wings, swimming away like a snake.

No one knows the sharpness of these clouds better than Lin Zuoyun. Even an armored vehicle here can cut into countless pieces.

He laughed loudly:
"My ancient Wudang Chuiyun Hand is ever-changing, as soft as the wind, as heavy as a thousand weights, invisible and formless."

"Jiang Zhenren, we are all a real person, high above us, why do we have to face each other in life and death?"

Jiang Tong said nothing.

Watching countless cloud threads gather to form a net of thousands of machine qi, they slammed their heads together, rubbed their fingers together like knives, and slashed down.

A cyan blade glow cut through the void several zhang, forcing You Ruo and Hong Dim to retreat again and again, and slammed into the air net.

The indestructible air net, strong enough to tear gold and iron, was cut by Jiang Tong with a single blow.

'hiss! '

The smile on Lin Zuoyun's face froze, and he gasped.

The moment Jiang Tong started, everyone could feel the boundless and ocean-like mana in his body.

"What a terrifying cultivation base!"

Lin Zuoyun and Yang Lan looked at each other, and they could see the shock in each other's eyes.

"Everyone in the world sighs that gods are good, but fame cannot be forgotten!"

"Lin Zuoyun, your ancient Wudang lineage has always been famous for being indifferent to fame and fortune and aloof from the world. Unexpectedly, even ancient Wudang can't escape these worldly fame."

Jiang Tong's fighting spirit was boiling, and he laughed.

Lin Zuoyun sighed:

"It's really Jiang Renren who is carrying such a treasure as Juling Pill, it's really hard to calm people down!"

Jiang Tong snorted coldly, stepped down suddenly, the mountain shook suddenly, and the ground cracked.

A series of mounds and ravines rise like earth dragons.

"Everyone, don't hold back!"

You Ruo, who has the weakest cultivation base, is covered with sweat on his forehead, and already feels strenuous.

Even though she blocked Jiang Tong's punch just now, the fierce and indestructible punch still penetrated the light shield outside her body and crashed into her body.

All the blood in his body is boiling at this moment.

On the other hand, the five of them have not even hurt Jiang Tong at all.

Thinking of the legend that Jiang Tong must avenge every revenge and kill with very spicy methods, You Ruo felt chills.

If I can't catch him tonight, I'm afraid I'll have to turn a blind eye when I sleep in the future.

Jiang Tong looked at the five great masters who were gradually struggling.

With a sneer in his mouth:

"Forget it, let's use the real person's blood as a memorial tonight, leading to refine the formation!"

Jiang Tong no longer held back his hands, his breath erupted like a volcano, and he slashed at You Ruo with his palm.

The blade glowed brightly, and the sea of ​​spiritual energy around it was cut off, and finally hit You Ruo.

The mask in front of him, in front of this sword light, is like paper, and it will shatter when touched.

A large stream of blood spilled out, You Ruo retreated more than ten meters away, and a scar as deep as three inches almost ran through his chest.

Jiang Tong stepped forward and continued to kill You Ruo.

Yang Lan's face changed wildly:

"Rescue You Ruo, she can't take it anymore!"