At the beginning, I angrily scolded the Son, I really want to die

Shenyang Sect, the main hall of the sect.

Suzerain Yang Wuzhan looked at Jiang Haoyang and said, "Haoyang, tomorrow is the commemoration ceremony for the millennium of our sect. All forces with a radius of three thousand miles will come to watch the ceremony, and some of them may come to find fault. As the son of my sect, the younger generation The characters on the cards, I will leave it to you to find faults!"

"Don't worry, suzerain, whoever dares to find fault, I want him to lose even his pants." Jiang Haoyang grinned, his smile was very sunny.

Yang Wuzhan also laughed, winked and said: "When the time comes, I will share some of the profits?"

"No problem!" Jiang Haoyang patted his chest and agreed.

The next morning.

The commemoration day for the millennium of the Shenyang Sect is approaching.

As a four-star sect within a radius of [-] miles, Shenyang Sect has great influence in this area. After receiving the news, many forces rushed here with gifts.

Of course, Shenyang Sect is not the only four-star sect, there are also three sects of the same level, Tianwu Pavilion, Red Dragon Sect, and Orchid Valley Sect.

Except for Orchid Valley, the other two four-star sects have not dealt with Shenyang Sect very much.

"One-Star Sect Beihan Palace Bringing Gifts to Visit"

"The two-star sect Xing Luozong visited with gifts"

"Samsung Sect Mingyue Sect Bringing Gifts to Visit"

One after another voices sounded, and many forces rushed to Shenyangzong one after another, gave gifts, and were arranged to be seated by the disciples of Shenyangzong.

In the Shenyang Sect Dojo, Jiang Haoyang was dressed in white, with his hands behind his head and a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, standing bored.

All the forces also saw Jiang Haoyang, with curiosity and doubt in their eyes.

"He is Jiang Haoyang, the holy son of Shenyang Sect?"

"It doesn't look like much at all except for being handsome. She's a fool, and doesn't have the temperament of a holy son at all."

"I heard that he calls himself the Immortal Son, no matter what he can't kill him, this shit is definitely bragging."

"Who doesn't brag about it these days? Aren't the two holy sons of Tianwu Pavilion and Chilongzong still the same, and they blow themselves up to the sky?"

All the forces whispered, and time was passing by little by little.

After half an hour.

An arrogant and haughty voice suddenly sounded, and the voice echoed throughout the Shenyang Sect Dojo.

"The Aotian Holy Son of the Red Dragon School, Long Ao is here to visit!"

"The Proud Son of Heaven is here!"

All the forces were startled, and quickly turned their heads to look. Jiang Haoyang also rolled his eyes and looked at Long Ao.

In the field of vision, a young man in his early twenties walked in swaggeringly with his hands behind his back and a haughty look on his face.

He was tall and straight, wearing a bright red robe with a red red dragon embroidered on the robe, which made him look quite imposing.

"Son of Aotian, this way please."

A disciple of Shenyang Sect stepped forward quickly, stretching out his hand as an invitation gesture.

But Long Ao did not move, and a cold snort came out of his nose: "Hmph, I am a majestic son of the Red Dragon Sect, but I only let an ordinary disciple welcome me. This is the way of Shenyang Sect's hospitality? Let Jiang Haoyang personally Come and ask me!"

The disciple suddenly showed embarrassment: "Son of Aotian, today is the commemoration ceremony for the millennium of the establishment of the Shenyang Sect, please be respectful."

"I already respect you very much, but you are just an ordinary disciple of Shenyang Sect. What qualifications do you have to welcome me? Go and call Jiang Haoyang!" Long Ao waved his hands impatiently.

"Junior Brother Chen Mu, step back." Jiang Haoyang walked over.

"Yes, Holy Son." Chen Mu bowed respectfully and retreated.

Long Ao sized up Jiang Haoyang with scrutiny in his eyes: "Jiang Haoyang, Immortal Son, is this the first time we have met?"

Jiang Haoyang nodded, and said with a smile: "It is indeed the first time, Son of Aotian, who has known his name for a long time."

Among the four four-star sects within a radius of three thousand miles, Tianwu Pavilion and Red Dragon Sect are the most high-profile, while Shenyang Sect and Lanhua Valley are relatively low-key. Show less.

Before that, he had indeed never seen Long Ao once.

"You call yourself the Son of Immortality, and you claim that no one can kill you. I think you are very confident in your own strength. I, the Son of Proud Sky, want to learn today whether you are really immortal!"

Long Ao stared at Jiang Haoyang, without any warning, he suddenly pressed towards him!

Among the four four-star sects, the Immortal Son is the most famous. It is rumored that no one can kill the Immortal Son, and his fame has always been overwhelming him and the other two, which makes him very unhappy!

So today he wants to prove in front of everyone that the Immortal Son is only exaggerated by the rumors, that he, the Proud Son, can defeat the Immortal Son, and can also kill the Immortal Son!
Looking at Long Ao, who is full of fighting spirit, Jiang Haoyang is not surprised but happy, showing a bright smile: "The son of Aotian wants to fight me?"

"That's right!" Long Ao was so imposing, his hair danced wildly, and he said contemptuously: "If you are afraid, you can admit defeat, I will not make things difficult for you."

"no no no"

Jiang Haoyang shook his head again and again, and said with a smile: "I mean Aotian Shengzi can kill me, and if I don't fight back, you can kill me however you want, but every time you kill me, you have to give me one hundred thousand spirit stones!"

Long Ao frowned slightly, subconsciously feeling something was wrong, but he didn't think too much, and sneered, "It seems that you can really not die, but how can there be anyone who can't die? I'm going to break the rumors today. Break your immortal body!"

"Dragon Soul Blood Claw!"

With a roar, Long Ao unleashed a powerful martial skill of the Red Dragon School.

Hush!

A huge dragon claw suddenly appeared, and it slammed down on Jiang Haoyang, and then the dragon claw squeezed, Jiang Haoyang's whole body exploded on the spot, blood flowed wildly, and he died directly!
"Is this dead?"

Long Ao's eyes froze, his mind went blank.

He didn't expect that Jiang Haoyang really didn't fight back, and just stood there waiting for him to kill him. Is this damn retarded?
Today is the commemoration ceremony of the Shenyang Sect. I killed the holy son of the Shenyang Sect at the ceremony. This is to offend the Shenyang Sect completely. Why can't I be buried with the strong of the Shenyang Sect? ?
I said just now that I wanted to kill Jiang Haoyang, but I was just saying it verbally, I didn't really intend to kill him.
"This kid won't be unhappy with me for a long time, and wants to drag me to die together?"

Long Ao wanted to cry but had no tears, his body and mind trembled.

But soon, he discovered something strange.

Because the elders and disciples of Shenyang Sect didn't come at all, they were still busy with everything in the grand ceremony, and seemed to not care whether Jiang Haoyang died or not.
"Ah, what's the matter?"

Long Ao was even more confused—o(￣△￣;)!

The next moment, his eyes suddenly widened, and he saw Jiang Haoyang's 'corpse' standing up all of a sudden, the injuries on his body healed in the blink of an eye, and his face still had the bright smile from before, as if nothing had happened.

"Son of Aotian, congratulations on successfully killing me once, one hundred thousand spirit stones, thank you." Jiang Haoyang put his hand in front of Long Ao and said with a smile.

Long Ao's eyes were full of horror, he stepped back again and again, and shouted in shock: "Ghost, ghost!!!"