Chapter 470

The final of the Dragon God competition affected the nerves of many forces, just like a spring breeze, green the two sides of Luoshui.

The news of Yang Ping's serious injury spread widely, which made everyone sigh. In this state, Jiang Weimin, who was originally facing the Yasheng realm, had little chance of winning. Now he is even more injured. When the casino opened, Jiang Weimin won 500 to 1, while Yang Ping was 1 to 500. Almost everyone is not optimistic about Yang Ping.

Two days later in the early morning.

A private plane landed at the airport. Jiang Weimin stepped out of the cabin and looked at the night sky of Longcheng with a confident smile. His whole temperament changed greatly. He raised his hands and feet with the breath of a saint, which virtually affected the people next to him.

The Chiang family experts who had been waiting at the airport felt the incomparable breath of Jiang for the people. They knelt down and shouted, "welcome the saint."

Jiang Weimin waved to the people.

"How are things going?"

When he got off the plane and got on a Lincoln, Jiang Weimin asked with a red wine glass.

The car was driving at high speed at the airport, and more than a dozen luxury cars opened the road in front, and the battle was strong. The person in charge of the Chiang family opposite was respectful and awed from the bottom of his heart. He said, "Jiang Shao, everything is ready. Just wait for your order."

Jiang tasted a mouthful of red wine for the people and said, "go. Weigh his strength. If even my men can't fight, what qualifications do you have to fight me."

He has become a saint of Asia, has a high vision, and does not pay any attention to Yang Ping. He feels that only those saints are his goals. He is ready to take over the Jiang family and wants to turn the Jiang family into the first family in China.

He has high aspirations. How could he be stumbling by Yang Ping?

Jiang Weimin's eyes crossed the space and looked at the treasure Pavilion, where he was afraid and excited. That was his opponent.

The car stopped at the gate of Sanyuan building.

When Jiang Weimin got off the bus, his subordinates reported and said in a trembling voice, "Jiang Shao, the top floor has been covered. We have found a better position..."

"Let's go."

Jiang Weimin shook his head and his momentum was released a little. His subordinates knelt on the ground in fear and trembled. The pressure of the saints is no joke. He went upstairs, went straight to the top floor, pushed the door and entered.

Xiaochunjingzi is dealing with secret documents. He is in a bad mood. Coupled with Sophie's attack, he wants to vent. She is an elite person in the island country and a disciple of Sakura swordsman. She has a noble status. Unexpectedly, she was attacked when she first came to China.

"Get out!"

Xiaochun Jingzi said coldly when he saw someone coming in uninvited.

But when he saw Jiang Weimin, xiaochunjingzi turned pale and showed his horror. She looked at Jiang Weimin in surprise, as if she saw the waves 100 meters high. She turned herself into a small boat to survive in the waves.

How powerful!

Just one look, xiaochunjingzi felt the smell of destruction.

Jiang Weimin smiled and said, "I like this office."

Xiaochunjingzi frowned and wanted to refuse. She liked the location and vision of the office very much, but in the face of the coercion of Jiang Weimin, she had to bite her teeth and say, "I'll move out right away."

Jiang Weimin nodded and sat on the sofa at will.

The office was quickly cleaned up. Xiaochunjingzi bowed his head and said, "please enjoy it, Mr. Jiang."

Just as she walked to the door of the office, Jiang Weimin said faintly, "you stay with me."

Xiaochun Jingzi's delicate body was shocked, as if he had been greatly insulted, but he still held back and said, "what does Mr. Jiang mean?"

Jiang Weimin smiled as if he didn't see xiaochunjingzi's anger and said, "I haven't played with island women, especially the disciples of the great swordsman."

Boom!

Xiaochun Jingzi's lungs burst. As a disciple of Sakura swordsman, he came to China and is respected. Now he is called a plaything. It's unreasonable that the elite who sit down as a emperor should serve men.

"My master had correspondence with the ancestors of the Chiang family." xiaochunjingzi reminded Jiang not to be too arrogant for the people. No matter how powerful you are, can you be better than my master?

Who knows that after Jiang Weimin became an Asian saint, he was arrogant and said with a smile: "unless your master comes in person, I'm still a little afraid. You're just my toy. You have no choice."

Xiaochun Jingzi took a deep breath and flashed a resolution in his eyes.

The samurai spirit of the island country cannot be blasphemed.

Jiang Weimin's eyes were cold and showed the opportunity to kill. Xiaochunjingzi felt his body out of control and was terrified. That's terrible. Jiang Weimin just thought casually, so he oppressed her and couldn't move.

"Take off your clothes."

Jiang Weimin ordered.

Xiaochunjingzi was so humiliated that he could only take off his clothes a little bit. When he was naked, Jiang Weimin shook his head and hummed, "but I thought he was in good shape."

Xiaochun Jingzi spits blood.

She's had enough.

"Spell it!"

Xiaochun Jingzi pounced on Jiang Weimin and hit the assassin's mace, but the cherry blossoms had withered before they bloomed. Jiang Weimin exerted pressure, and the cherry blossom world was crushed into dust and fell to the ground.

She spurted blood and knelt on the ground.

Jiang Weimin came forward, picked up xiaochunjingzi's chin and said coldly, "this is the back of China. What qualifications do you have on your island to participate?"

Xiaochunjingzi was angry, resentful and oppressed.

"Go away."

Jiang Weimin sneered.

Xiaochunjingzi silently dressed, his eyes calmed down, and suddenly his chest was burning, as if something was coming out. She groaned and knelt on the ground again. She just remembered that when she fought with Sophie, she injected her strength into her body. Unexpectedly, she was still lurking.

Jiang Weimin gave a light sigh and stared at xiaochunjingzi's body.

Poof!

Sophie's strength of hitting xiaochunjingzi seems to have crossed time and transferred to Jiang Weimin.

Jiang Weimin's face was dignified and roared. He showed his holy land and wanted to shatter Sophie's power. But Sophie's strength, like the mouth of her tarsal bone, pierced the Holy Land and shot at Jiang Weimin's chest.

This is a kill!

Jiang Weimin narrowed his eyes and folded his hands.

The holy land is compressed and shrunk in the palm of your hand against Sophie's power.

Two streams of faith collided and made a dull sound. Xiaochunjingzi heard the sound of the collision, but he felt a sharp pain in his head, screamed and fainted on the ground. The poor Sakura swordsman's disciples were devastated before they showed enough style.

Miserable!

Xiaochunjingzi can only keep his head awake, but his body loses control.

Jiang Weimin was not relaxed. He thought it was the energy hidden by the cherry blossom swordsman in his apprentice, so he showed his strongest means and finally broke Sophie's silver needle. The office was quiet again, and Jiang Weimin was sweating cold.

What a sharp breath!

Jiang Weimin bowed his head, stared at xiaochunjingzi and said, "since you want to die, I'll help you."

Xiaochunjingzi opened his mouth and asked for mercy. However, Jiang Weimin lost patience and clapped her head.

……

Yang's Hospital, small room.

Sophie sat at the head of the bed, opened her eyes and said in surprise, "strength is good, but I don't know if she can resist?" looking next door, Yang Ping was still practicing, and her breath was hidden and unpredictable.

She used xiaochunjingzi to weigh the strength of Jiang Weimin and Yang Ping, and found that Yang Ping didn't win much. At least in the present situation, Yang Ping can't break through the holy land. This is the most fundamental suppression, and there is no possibility of trickery.

"Master, you always say that the spring is gone. What's the solution?"

Sophie whispered.