Chapter 67 The Second Young Master of the Jiang Family (Part 1)

Chapter 67 The Second Young Master of the Jiang Family (Part 1)

Since Jiang Haobai was old enough to understand, as long as he announced his name, everyone would be amazed, envious, crazy, and then they would cry and rush to serve him as their master.

But this time he miscalculated. Jiang Mingyang looked confused and turned his head to look at Jiang Changming.

Jiang Changming and a group of Jiang family members also looked confused. They had no idea what kind of power the Chiyang Jiang family was.

Wu Zhengcheng in the dark, as well as Li Yichen and Zhan Hong who were even more hidden, all showed a look of shock.

The Chiyang Jiang family dominated the imperial capital, and its industries were almost all over the world. It was definitely a huge existence.

The Jiang family had no reaction. The corners of the boy's mouth twitched, and the veins on his forehead bulged. Obviously, he thought Jiang Mingyang was deliberately not giving him face.

"Don't be angry, young master. It's normal that you haven't heard of the Jiang family in this remote town. There is no need to get angry for these lowly people."

The old man bowed his head to comfort him. The boy took a deep breath and seemed to think that what the old man said was right, and his anger eased.

Since they were all pretending to be stupid, Jiang Mingyang was not a person who didn't know how to deal with things. He adjusted his mood and took over the conversation immediately.

"We are peasants in the countryside. Please forgive me for my shallow knowledge.

I don't know which one is stronger, the Chiyang Jiang family or the Qingming Zhang family.

Before I came here, I beat up a direct descendant of the Zhang family, and that guy didn't even dare to fart!

And that someone, Wen Qingyun.

She insisted on sparring with me, and cried when I beat her, and she also called me a hooligan.

I just punched her, and didn't rub her, so why are you so petty?"

Jiang Mingyang had a wicked smile on his face, and he provoked Jiang Haobai without any concealment.

He was just about to point at his nose and tell him that I can beat them and you too!

"Untouchable, full of nonsense, you are committing treason, you deserve to be beaten!"

Jiang Haobai's forehead was bulging with veins, and his terrifying blood and energy burst out, and his previous calm aura was destroyed.

"Tsk, you are a second-generation dandy, why are you pretending to be a hermit?

I don't know how strong the Jiang family is, but your moral character and manners are not as good as our Jiang Wenjun."

Jiang Mingyang continued to provoke, pointing at the bruised Jiang Wenjun, and then pointed at Jiang Wenyu and said: "I guess your status in your family is about the same as our second son.

You think you are the center of the world, but in fact everyone knows that you are stupid.

Everyone sees through you but doesn't say it, just making fun of you."

"Asshole. Uncle Hua, cripple him for me!"

The young man was furious, and his handsome face was distorted. It was obvious that he was very angry.

Jiang Mingyang hurriedly defended, but the old man did not take action, but burst out with a strong pressure, all pressing on the thin Jiang Mingyang.

The terrifying pressure came, as if being pressed by a mountain, with a huge force of ten thousand pounds on his body, Jiang Mingyang had difficulty breathing.

Jiang Mingyang gritted his teeth and resisted. His bones crackled and he groaned as he could not bear the heavy load. However, he would rather die than bend.

Pressure is a kind of level suppression. It is a competition of cultivation realms. It tests willpower and does not cause substantial harm to the body.

Of course, if the realm gap is too big or the will is too weak, it can also cause internal injuries.

"Pretending to be a tough guy, Uncle Hua, keep pressing until he kneels down. I want to see how long he can hold on!"

The young man shouted wildly, and Jiang Mingyang still stood proudly. Uncle Hua's eyes flashed with surprise, and he burst out with momentum again.

The old man burst out with pressure from the Qi Refining Realm. Jiang Mingyang was obviously overwhelmed, but he could still grit his teeth and hold on.

The Body Refining Realm is the foundation of a warrior. Although it is far beyond ordinary people, it is essentially different from the Qi Refining Realm.

If the Body Refining Realm is a transformation, then the Qi Refining Realm is sublimation, which is the real strength of a warrior.

The gap between the Qi Refining Realm and the Body Refining Realm is huge. Pressure also has a crushing deterrent effect on warriors in the Body Refining Realm.

But Jiang Mingyang's eyes were red, veins on his forehead were throbbing, and he gritted his teeth and resisted frantically.

"No matter from the perspective of will or potential, he is a good seedling, but his background is too poor."

The old man thought to himself, and increased the pressure again. Jiang Mingyang was sweating profusely, his legs were shaking like sieves, but his eyes were brighter and more fierce.

"Damn it, you are bullying the weak, right?

You are a grandson who can only hide under the wings of your elders. If you have the guts, challenge your grandfather Jiang.

I am a quasi-warrior and you are a warrior!

If you lose, I will take your surname. If you win, you will be left as a hostage. Do you dare to bet with me?"

Jiang Mingyang was almost unable to bear it, and roared with a red face and thick neck, using the language offensive to relieve the pressure.

He had already knocked Lang Tiancheng down, and he still wanted to deceive people with the realm of quasi-warrior. Did he really think Jiang Haobai was an idiot?

Jiang Haobai was like a powder keg, and was instantly enraged, and did not pay attention to Jiang Mingyang's cultivation at all.

Or rather, he never cared about Jiang Mingyang's cultivation.

Whether he was a quasi-warrior or a physical refiner, they were all the same in his eyes.

"How dare you challenge the upper clan? Who gave you the courage and guts?

This young master won't fight you because you are not qualified. I am afraid of dirtying my hands by fighting you!"

Jiang Haobai was ashamed and angrily scolded. From his expression, he really disdained Jiang Mingyang's low cultivation and didn't want to fight him.

"Damn it, I pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger, but I was despised for having little meat.

Is it because I pretended too much, or is this guy too arrogant?"

Jiang Haobai was disdainful of fighting, and Jiang Mingyang also got angry.

Since the other party didn't want to fight, then force him to fight. How can you catch a fat sheep if you only talk and don't fight?

Jiang Mingyang was about to fight, but suddenly felt his body lighten, and the old man actually withdrew his pressure.

"Young master has been spoiled since he was a child, and there are people around him who flatter him.

This kid doesn't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. His strength is not as good as that of the young master. He just happens to be a whetstone for the young master."

The old man was full of thoughts, and his eyes looking at Jiang Mingyang were full of admiration and appreciation, as if he was a kind old man encouraging the younger generation.

"Young master, it's rare that someone dares to provoke you. It's also the responsibility of the eldest son of the family to teach him a lesson and show the family's prestige."

The old man persuaded respectfully, and the young man was slightly stunned, and said happily: "Can I do it myself? Is it okay to kill him?"

The young man's words almost choked Jiang Mingyang to death. It turned out that this guy was more pretentious than him.

"Damn, he has to apply for a fight. Is this guy pretending to be stupid or has an IQ defect."

Jiang Mingyang complained in his heart, and the old man continued to bow and said: "Since he is looking for death, what's wrong with fulfilling his wish!"

"From childhood to adulthood, I have never met such a real opponent. I hope you can hold on for a while."

Jiang Haobai was full of pride, and he slowly walked down the steps with his hands behind his back, like a peerless swordsman who only wanted to be defeated.

"Oh my god, this is so pretentious, I feel a little sick."

Jiang Mingyang disdainfully complained, but the next moment Jiang Haobai's breath burst out, and the scorching heat almost burned everything.

"Damn, it's not pretending, it's really strong."

Jiang Mingyang's mouth was a little bitter, and in the distance, Li Yichen and Zhan Hong were also full of shock.

"How can this kid from the Jiang family, who is only at the second level of the body refining realm, be so strong?"

Zhan Hong was amazed, Li Yichen spread his five fingers, and said solemnly: "The strongest genius of the Jiang family in a hundred years, it would be abnormal if he is not strong.

Don't bother me, the old guy of the Jiang family is not weak.

Not only to block us, but also to interfere with the perception of that old thing, it consumes a lot of mental energy."

Li Yichen muttered and complained, Zhan Hong shrugged indifferently, and turned his attention to the living room of the Jiang family.

"Fire Spirit of the Third Style of the Sun!"

Jiang Haobai shouted loudly, and the surging blood and energy instantly turned into a raging fire, wrapping him up.