General, Madam Called You To Farm

Jiang Guanchao frowned, his expression was a bit indescribable: Your father asked you to come?

Wei Ting said: It's my own idea.

But... what's your expression?

Jiang Guanchao's domineering eyes were like staring down at an ant: Do you think I won't dare to kill you like this?

Wei Ting paused: Uncle Jiang is not short of sons, is he short of apprentices? If Uncle Jiang refuses to accept me, I still have three sons. Uncle Jiang can choose whatever he wants!

Ling Yun's eyes swished, Wei Ting, do you have integrity? !

Jiang Guanchao stood up from the bed, his long black hair hanging down, adorning his loose black robe.

He is tall and tall, with a tall and straight figure, and his gestures are full of hunting and murderous aura of supremacy.

With a sullen face, he walked towards Wei Ting step by step.

Ling Yun stepped in: Leader Jiang, I'm the one who wants to come. I'm the one who's discussing with you today.

When Manager Chang saw him, his trembling body was finally able to move.

He rushed over like flying: Young Palace Master!

Ling Yun nodded slightly to him.

Jiang Guanchao glanced at Ling Yun: When I kill this kid, it will be your turn soon, so there is no need to be so anxious.

Ling Yun took out the seal of the city lord, and said neither humble nor overbearing: Leader Jiang, seeing the seal of the city lord is like seeing the city lord.

Jiang Guanchao's expression changed slightly.

He took a deep look at Ling Yun, and his eyes fell on his face that was five points similar to Xia Houqing: Just relying on the seal of the city lord to scare me? You may not take me too seriously! Don't think that I don't know what your plan is, I want to use this seat to win the city lord position for you, in my next life! I don't want to get involved in the internal fighting of your Xiahou family!

Wei Ting pointed to the wolf's body on the ground, and said, Hey, Xiahouyi's assassins have all come to you, do you still think it's a fight between him and my elder brother? Xiahouyi has long wanted to take the Killer League as his own. Already!

Jiang Guanchao said: I will avenge the revenge of the Killer League myself. You trespass again and again and break the rules of the Killer League, and you must not be lightly forgiven!

Wei Ting hurriedly said: I heard that the Killer League respects the strong, so I challenge you! If I win against you, the trespass will be cancelled!

Jiang Guanchao said disdainfully: It's up to you?

Wei Ting said provocatively: You are afraid of being beaten by my father, and you dare not even accept his son's challenge?

Provocative method? That's right. Jiang Guanchao said casually, You take three palms from me, if you can still stand up after three palms, I will not blame you for trespassing on the killer alliance!

Wei Ting stepped back with his right foot, and made a posture of receiving the move: A gentleman says, a four-horse is hard to chase!

Ling Yun frowned and looked at Wei Ting: You are crazy! You can't even catch Qi Yao's palm, and you still want to catch his master's stroke!

Wei Ting looked at Jiang Guanchao with fiery eyes: Often in charge.

Chang Guanshi was taken aback: Huh?

Wei Ting was still staring at Jiang Guanchao, but he said to Manager Chang: Take my elder brother aside, don't accidentally hurt you.

Ah, hey! Good!

Manager Chang hurriedly grabbed Ling Yun and led him to the side pillar.

From here, the two can also be seen fighting without being affected.

Jiang Guanchao: I'm going to make a move.

Wei Ting smiled wryly: Uncle Jiang, please don't show mercy!

Jiang Guanchao snorted coldly, and slapped Wei Ting heavily.

Wei Ting didn't dodge, and took the blow head-on.

Not surprisingly, he flew upside down like a sack, and landed on the bare floor in embarrassment, only half a step away from the threshold.

He bowed his body and spit out a big puddle of blood!

Chang Guan was worried: Second Master Yun...

Ling Yun frowned.

What is this kid doing?

Is it necessary to work so hard?

The cunning vigor just now disappeared suddenly, and instead deliberately angered Jiang Guanchao.

Didn't he get smashed by Qi Yao's palm?

Jiang Guanchao looked at Wei Ting who was lying on the ground, unable to move for a while, and said coldly: Weixu's son, that's all!

Steward Chang looked bewildered.

What did leader Jiang just say?

whose son?

He heard it wrong!

Wei Ting moved his fingertips, raised his head slowly, tried his best to stand up, and looked at Jiang Guanchao with a smile: Just now I was called Uncle Jiang, Uncle Jiang didn't object, did you admit that I am a nephew?

Jiang Guanchao's eyes suddenly turned cold: If you want to die, then I will give you another palm!

This is a more powerful palm than before.

Wei Ting was photographed out of the dormitory, bumped into the stone table in the yard, and broke it in half. Dust and stone chips scattered around, and covered Wei Ting's jet-black head with a layer of frost.

Manager Chang was so nervous that he held his breath.

Ling Yun frowned even tighter.

Jiang Guanchao looked indifferently at Wei Ting, who was crushed under the stone, and turned his eyes away, looking at Ling Yun behind the pillar: Is it me, or are you doing it yourself?

Uncle Jiang...

Wei Ting's weak voice suddenly sounded from the courtyard, Didn't you agree...Three Palms? You have to...speak...keep your word...

Facing the twilight and the setting sun, Wei Ting was bathed in the warm orange light. His feet were like a battlefield of gold and iron horses. He was the guard guarding the border with a single sword.

His scarlet eyes looked at Jiang Guanchao, and he smiled slyly: Uncle Jiang...was he injured too badly...that's his...strength? No wonder...lost to...my father...

Jiang Guanchao filled his chest with anger: Presumptuous!

Chang Guanshi paled in shock: It's over, it's over, it's over...

The aftermath of Jiang Guanchao's third palm cracked several pillars in the bedroom.

Wei Ting knocked down the wall in the yard, knocked down the tree on the path, and nearly knocked three patrolling disciples into the air.

Chang Guanshi couldn't bear to watch.

It's so miserable...it's really really too miserable!

Master! Do you want to capture the assassin?

A disciple who barely avoided asked with lingering fear.

Jiang Guanchao said with a cold expression: Collect his body and throw it down the mountain to feed the dogs.

yes!

The three disciples all responded and turned around to collect Wei Ting's body.

Unexpectedly, they had just stretched out their hands when Wei Ting suddenly coughed.

The three of them were startled!

I rely on!

It's a scam!

Jiang Guanchao also frowned suspiciously.

Actually... still not dead?

Wei Ting endured the severe pain all over his body and stood up, wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, curled his lips, and walked towards the bedroom.

Manager Chang was dumbfounded: Still...can you...go?

Wei Ting can not only walk, but also walk very fast.

When passing by Ling Yun, Ling Yun grabbed his wrist and said in shock, Your breath...

Wei Ting smiled: Don't worry, brother, I'm fine.

It's not that I'm fine, but... I'm fine.

Ling Yun let go of his wrist.

Jiang Guanchao also seemed to see something was wrong.

He squinted dangerously.

Wei Ting cupped his hands and bowed: My master has taught me some skills, but I have been unable to overcome them. Thank you, Uncle Jiang, for giving me three palms!

Jiang Guanchao's face turned extremely ugly: You use this seat to transform kung fu for you?!

Wei Ting opened his mouth, and said dog-leggedly: Uh... it's a lesson, a lesson! My teacher said that there is only one person in the world who can help me absorb his old man's power, not even my father! Uncle Jiang is mighty! Uncle Jiang is number one in the world!

Wei, Ting!

Jiang Guanchao was completely furious.

No one can fool Jiang Guanchao!

Not even the mayor!

He wants to kill this cunning and rascal boy!

Jiang Guanchao raised his right palm and channeled a cold internal force into his palm.

Just when he was about to kill Wei Ting with one palm, a voice that he hadn't heard for many years suddenly sounded at the door:

Master.

Jiang Guanchao's movements were just a pause, and he looked at the other party in disbelief.

Bai Lichen, who took off his bamboo hat, stepped over the threshold and came to Wei Ting's side.

Jiang Guanchao stared at him fiercely.

Manager Chang felt that he probably saw a ghost today.

Duanmu Qi became Wei Xu, Duanmu Yun also became Wei Ting, and now Jiang Guanchao's apprentice appeared out of nowhere?

Jiang Guanchao has a total of nine apprentices, he has seen all of them, none of them look like this!

Where is this young man from?

Just now Wei Ting was messing with his father, so he wouldn't be messing with his master, right?

But looking at Jiang Guanchao's reaction, it doesn't seem like he admitted his mistake...

Young, Young Palace Master, do you know what's going on?

He asked Ling Yun in a low voice.

Ling Yun looked at Bai Lichen and suddenly realized: So that's how it is.

What...so that's the case?

Chang Guanshi is still at a loss.

Wei Ting turned his head and patted Bai Lichen's shoulder: So you are from the Killer League! You are also my Uncle Jiang's apprentice! Didn't my Uncle Jiang accept ten apprentices? Didn't you say that Luo Sha is the ninth, the closed disciple Come on? Where do you rank? And the tattoo on your arm, why is it different from other disciples?

Bai Lichen looked at him and said, Being with Liulang for a long time, you talk a lot.

Wei Ting raised his eyebrows and said, I don't care about you? I don't talk so much to others.

This confident little expression was exactly the same as Wei Liulang's.

How about my brother?

Jiang Guanchao said coldly: You have already left the Killer League, don't call me Master anymore.

Bai Lichen said: I will be a teacher for a day and a father for the rest of my life. I just don't want to be a killer, it's not that I don't recognize you as a master.

Jiang Guanchao sarcastically said: Do you think I have to do something? I, Jiang Guanchao, lack an apprentice like you?!

Wei Ting winked at Bailichen: I'm angry, I'm angry, he cares.

Jiang Guanchao pointed at Bailichen's nose and scolded, You don't want to be a killer, so why come back!

In the small garden.

Liu Zhen'er saw Qi Yao who looked dazed.

Big brother!

She stepped forward.

Chen Yu also came over.

He lost to Qianyao from Baihua Palace, kept his promise, and would not do anything to the people from Baihua Palace, but he also did not allow them to step into the Killer Alliance.

Wei Liulang doesn't care, anyway, Xiao Qi and Ling Yun can go in.

Liu Zhen'er asked: Brother, who was that white-clothed man just now? Why did you let him go? Let Master know, and he will punish you!

Qi Yao looked in the direction of Master's bedroom, looked at the tattoo on his arm, and said in a low voice: He is your true senior brother, and also Master's true first disciple.