In the world of cultivating immortals, people can have a XNUMX/XNUMX relationship with anyone

"Dad, Jiang Xiaoyu personally crippled my cultivation and pushed me off the cliff. This is true. It was precisely because he pushed me off the cliff that I met the master." Speaking of the word "master", Jiang Xiaobai looked respectful: "It was Master who rescued me and gave me some blessings."

Hearing this, Jiang Suanjing glanced at his son fiercely, his eyes full of hatred, and he had the urge to hang up and beat his son who failed to achieve anything but failed.

You said you can't do things more neatly?

If you first cut off his head and put him in a frying pan, wouldn't that make him dead?

Look at now, I was sure of winning, but I made one wrong move and lost everything.

"Jiang Shujing, did you hear that? Your son killed my son." Jiang Anlang looked at Jiang Xiaoyu at this moment, his eyes as fierce as a knife.

If his son was not so lucky, how could he endure it now that he had become a dead soul?

Jiang Xiaoyu will definitely die!

"Go and kill him with your own hands and avenge yourself." Jiang Anlang said to Jiang Xiaobai.

"Okay." Jiang Xiaobai walked up to Jiang Xiaoyu and said with a grin: "Good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be punished with evil. It's not that you won't be rewarded, the time has not yet come."

When the voice fell.

Jiang Xiaobai raised his hand and pressed it on the head of Jiang Xiaoyu, who looked arrogant before but now looked frightened.

"No!"

Jiang Xiaoyu let out a scream, and his head split apart.

The brain is pink and white, like blood-stained tofu, splashing in the west.

Jiang Suan watched his son die in front of his eyes in a dull state of mind, but he didn't even have the courage to stop him.

Because Jiang Anlang in his prime was simply too powerful.

He was too strong to dare to resist at all.

"After dealing with your son, it's you." Jiang Anlang stood up and walked towards Jiang Suanjing step by step. The aura on his body gradually improved.

Jiang Suanjing looked at Jiang Anlang, who was walking towards him like a god of death. He suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself in the face. He cried bitterly and said, "Master, I'm so obsessed! Please look at me, master." Since I am in the golden elixir realm and can make some contributions to the family, let me take the blame and make meritorious service. I swear, I will change my ways again!"

"You should keep your words as a lie. If you stay safe and sound, my injury will not get better, and the position of our leader will naturally fall on you. After all, you are the only golden elixir in the Jiang family, but you are so eager for success that you actually use The Jiang family can neither afford you nor keep you by hurting your fellow clan members and forcing me to give up my position." Jiang Anlang snorted coldly.

"Hehehe..."

Seeing that he could not escape death, Jiang Suanjing sneered: "Jiang Anlang, Jiang Anlang, keep your words for lies, will you willingly give up the position of the head of the family? When you give up, I'm afraid that your son Have you already cultivated the golden elixir? What you said is a liar..."

boom!

"Stubborn." Jiang Anlang raised his hand and punched Jiang Suanjing's head, causing him to follow in his son's footsteps.

Both are golden elixirs, but Jiang Suanjing relied on medicinal power to reach the early stage of the golden elixir.

But Jiang Anlang is a real person, practicing step by step until he reaches the perfection of the golden elixir.

The gold content between the two can be imagined, and there are still a few small realms missing.

Therefore, even if Jiang Anlang's cultivation has not fully recovered at this moment, Jiang Suanjing is not Jiang Anlang's enemy.

At this moment, all the family heads of Zhongfenmai looked at the resolute and evil Jiang Anlang with awe on their faces.

"Family heads, Jiang is recovering from his injuries. You should go back first." Jiang Anlang said to the many branch family heads.

"Yes, everyone." The heads of the Fenmai family said one after another.

As the heads of these branches left.

A few servants came in from outside and began to clean up the mess.

Li Zhoujun was overlooking this scene from the clouds and exclaimed in amazement: "These headshot father and son are quite ruthless, but in this world, most people are good-natured and bullied. Only those who are ruthless can control the people under their control." .”

At the same time, Jiang Anlang in the hall looked at his son with burning eyes: "Boy, where is your master?"

To be able to deliver such a pill.

The master my son worships is definitely not a simple one!

"Master came with me, but he didn't come into our mansion." Jiang Xiaobai said with a smile.

"That's it." Jiang Anlang said with some pity, and then he asked: "You will have to thank your master in person when the time comes. Without your master's help, today will be next year's memorial day for you and me, father and son."

"Don't worry, dad, I know." Jiang Xiaobai nodded affirmatively. Li Zhoujun had a favor for him to be reborn. If he reaches the heights of the immortal world in the future, he will definitely not forget to give his master a hand.

After all, Jiang Xiaobai is very confident. If he is given a hundred years, he will definitely be able to break through to the Virtual Immortal Realm. By then, he might still be in the Divine Transformation Realm.

If Li Zhoujun knew what Jiang Xiaobai was thinking, he didn't know what he would think.

"Li Mou is extremely impressed by the thunderous methods of the Jiang family leader."

At this time, Li Zhoujun's figure walked in from outside the hall.

"Master!"

Jiang Xiaobai felt happy when he saw the person coming.

"Jiang Anlang pays homage to the master." Jiang Anlang bowed his hands respectfully to Li Zhoujun, and then said with a wry smile: "What thunderous means, the master is joking. It's just us lower-level monks who need to do this, so that the master can return to his original nature." His cultivation level, standing there, is enough to make people respect him."

Li Zhoujun felt happy when he heard this. Jiang Xiaobai's father was a talented person, and he was very flattering.

"I dare not take it." Li Zhoujun smiled slightly, then looked at Jiang Xiaobai and said, "Would you like to follow your master and go back to the mountain to practice hard?"

Jiang Xiaobai was stunned when he heard this, but then said with firm eyes: "Disciple wants to make his own way!"

"Yes, yes, my teacher is indeed right." Li Zhoujun seemed to have expected this result. As a son of fate, how could Jiang Xiaobai stay in the same place together?

You must keep running around and brushing up the maps to upgrade.

Therefore, Li Zhoujun was not surprised by this result. Then Li Zhoujun said: "I will give you a book of exercises, the Great Sun Golden Crow Sutra. I hope you will practice well."

After that, Li Zhoujun raised his eyebrows at Jiang Xiao, and at the same time placed a clone mark on his body. When he was in danger, the clone would appear.

Half time passed.

Jiang Xiaobai looked at the mysterious skills in his mind, suppressed his excitement and said to Li Zhoujun: "Disciple, thank you Master!"

"Yes." Li Zhoujun smiled slightly, and his figure gradually faded away in front of the father and son.

"Farewell to Master!"

"Congratulations, Master!"

Jiang Xiaobai and Jiang Anlang bowed to Li Zhoujun.

"Dad, I went to the back mountain to practice!"

Jiang Xiaobai looked at his father and said impatiently.

"Okay." Jiang Anlang said with a smile, but secretly scolded this brat for not knowing how to appreciate others. Isn't it good to follow the popular people and drink spicy food to practice?

Then he narrowed his eyes slightly, the Zhang family...

Jiang Xiaobai naturally didn't know what his father was thinking at this moment, because he was already on his way to the back mountain when he suddenly saw a figure lying on the roadside and couldn't help but stop.