Just as Jiang haochu's glass was placed on the table, Jiang Yun, who was shrouded in a big net and stabbed into three sharp blades, suddenly shook slightly on the ninth floor of the restaurant.

"Bang bang!"

The three sharp blades suddenly burst into pieces, turned into countless small pieces and shot at the three sneaking monks.

This sudden scene surprised everyone.

They all thought that even if Jiang Yun was not dead, at least he should have lost his power of action.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yun could fight back.

In particular, the three monks who attacked secretly had no resistance, and their faces changed greatly.

With three screams, their bodies suddenly turned into a sieve. They were easily pierced by countless sharp blade fragments, and flew out straight and fell to the ground, bleeding like blood!

"Kill him!"

Su Huai'an was the first to recover from the shock, roared, and suddenly several figures shook, appearing around Jiang Yun.

These people are all the diners sitting on the eighth floor.

Jiang Yun's eyes swept over these people and finally stopped on Su Huaian and said, "all the diners in this restaurant are not the people you brought!"

Su Huai'an ignored Jiang Yun at all, but said to the friars gathered around Jiang Yun: "what are you doing? Do it and kill him!"

"Don't worry, he is trapped in tianhuai net and can't come out."

This net is refined from the branches and leaves of a ten thousand year old locust tree. It is extremely tough. Even the sharp blade of the divine army can't hurt it.

Su Huaian specially brought this net to catch Jiang Yun and slowly humiliate and torture him.

However, as soon as Su Huai'an's voice fell, he saw Jiang Yun stretch out a finger, burning a small flame on his fingertip, gently extending to the net rope.

"Peng!"

This tianhuai net, which was highly expected by Su Huai'an, was easily lit by this small flame and spread rapidly around.

The whole locust net was ignited and turned into ashes in an instant.

Looking at Jiang Yun standing there intact, Su Huai'an was stunned again and widened his eyes. He couldn't believe it.

He didn't know that the fire controlled by Jiang Yun now contained a trace of the emperor's artistic conception of fire!

Don't mention this net. Even the locust tree refining this net, Jiang Yun can easily burn it to ashes.

Jiang Yun's eyes looked again at the many monks who gathered around him. They didn't dare to move at all and said, "I'm the guest invited by the spirit girl of the mirage. I'm the guest of the mirage. As a subordinate of the mirage, you want to kill me!"

"It seems that you didn't pay attention to the spirit woman and the mirage!"

"Do you want to betray the mirage?"

Jiang Yun's last words suddenly raised his voice, like thunder, ringing through everyone's ears. They felt as if their souls were rumbling and trembling.

After knowing that Jiang haochu came to the restaurant in person, Jiang Yun was thinking about each other's purpose.

The performance of Su Huai'an and others, as well as those arrogant words, especially when he left Yulong city a few days ago, made Jiang Yun finally understand that Jiang haochu's purpose should be to see whether these subordinates of the mirage continue to be loyal to the mirage through his own arrival.

In the mirage territory, even if these affiliated ethnic groups have the idea of betrayal, it is absolutely impossible to directly attack the mirage people.

Then the appearance of an outsider who is very close to Jiang yuerou has become the most suitable candidate for Jiang haochu to test them.

At the moment, Jiang Yun's words woke up many people present, with hesitation and fear on their faces.

Jiang Yun, who sees these people's reactions in his eyes, naturally understands that not all ethnic groups dare to betray the mirage.

In other words, even if they have betrayed, they dare not show it openly.

At this time, Su Huai'an still said, "it's a joke. You don't have to buckle a big hat for us."

"Our eight demon families have always been loyal to the mirage and have never betrayed."

"It's you, a guy of unknown origin, who suddenly appeared with the spirit woman and entered the clan land of the mirage. Now you start to hurt and kill our people first."

"I see, when you enter the mirage land, you are holding some ulterior purpose. You are the one who wants to be unfavorable to the mirage!"

"Kill him!"

At the instigation of Su Huai'an, many monks who surrounded Jiang Yun finally rushed towards Jiang Yun.

Jiang Yun was too lazy to talk nonsense with them. With a wave of his big sleeve, he brought out a storm and blew all these friars back and forth.

Although these monks also have several reincarnation States, most of them break the law.

Jiang yungen didn't have to deal with them. Jiang Yun said coldly, "I just said that if you want to kill me, it's not enough to rely on you waste!" Su Huai'an's eyes showed a sinister color and said, "you've all heard. Since the guests put forward their own requirements, we naturally have to meet them."“ Don't hide any more. Come out! "“ "Buzzing, buzzing!" Around Jiang Yun's body, eight figures appeared again. Eight people, one heavenly power, seven triple power after reincarnation. The leader was the middle-aged man who followed Su Huai'an and scolded Jiang Yun on the day Jiang Yun came to the mirage. The other party is also the strongest and only one of the eight. With the evil spirit emanating from the eight of them, it is not difficult for Jiang Yun to judge that they are from the eight demon families. In other words, in order to deal with themselves, the eight demon families joined hands. Each clan sends several strong people, so that once they are really investigated by the mirage, they will not have anything to do if the law is not responsible to the public. Seeing these eight people show up, Su Huai'an's face shows an excited color and says to the middle-aged man, "Su Xu, we'll reward anyone who killed him!" Su Xu looked at Jiang Yun coldly and said, "reincarnation is a heavy environment, so you can have such strength. No wonder you dare to be so arrogant."“ However, if I were you, I just took those emperor source stones and left. " Now Jiang yungen no longer hides his cultivation realm, so most monks can see it. This is why Su Huai'an is very confident that these eight people can kill Jiang Yun! Su Xu looked at the other seven humanitarians: "everyone, it would be ridiculous to deal with him alone if the eight of us were the same as above."“ In this way, I am here to sweep the array for you. Whichever of you is willing to get this credit, you can help yourself! " As soon as Su Xu's voice fell, four of the seven immediately rushed towards Jiang Yun. On the first floor of the restaurant, the old man was worried and said to Jiang haochu, "clan leader, don't we do it yet?" Jiang haochu shook his head and said, "what's the hurry? Jiang Yun doesn't know I'm coming. Since he can still be so old, he must be sure to deal with these people."“ What's more, the elders of these eight nationalities have not appeared yet. Why should I hurry to show up! " The old man thought and said, "patriarch, do you want to completely solve your internal worries today?" Jiang haochu smiled coldly and said, "Su Huai'an, they must also think of the invitation they handed over to Jiang Yun through my people. How can I not know!"“ But even so, they dare to fight against Jiang Yun so recklessly. This is not provoking Jiang Yun, but provoking me and the mirage! "“ Internal and external troubles, if I can't even solve these internal troubles, how can I lead the mirage to calm the foreign troubles! " Speaking of this, Jiang haochu suddenly lowered his voice and said, "do you think the arrival of Jiang Yun and what happened today are all expected by my ancestors?"“ Even, it was my grandfather who did it on purpose? " The old man's face was frozen and said with a wry smile, "I can't figure out what my ancestors think."“ However, today is bound to be very lively, and someone is coming! " This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.