The first rich son-in-law

"Young man, if I'm not mistaken, you have a special skill?" The drunk suddenly said.

"This exercise is very domineering, and it can continuously stimulate the potential of the human body!"

"It should be a superior skill, with a chance to reach the peak of martial arts!" After the drunkard finished speaking, he stared closely at Jiang Beichen's eyes.

Jiang Beichen smiled slightly.

Instantly understood the other party's intentions.

It turned out that he came here for the cultivation method.

Presumably the other party should have found some clues at the scene yesterday, so he ordered someone to come to the door.

"Yes, I do have such a skill!" Jiang Beichen did not deny it.

What the other party said was nothing more than his Demon Sect's "Padmasambhava".

But Padmasambhava is not a superior skill, it is the same as Xuan Qing Jue, even if it is called an immortal skill, it is not an exaggeration.

And it's not something ordinary people can cultivate.

Those who practice this skill will be enchanted!

If he hadn't been suppressed by Xuan Qingjue, he might have already entered the magic way at this moment!

I didn't expect this old man to be planning this exercise!

"Young man, I don't want to talk nonsense to you. I'm interested in your technique. Why don't you offer me a price. As long as you are willing to teach me this technique, I can give it to you..."

The drunkard suddenly paused, snapped off his fingers, finally gritted his teeth, and stretched out five fingers.

"Five hundred million?"

Jiang Beichen frowned.

"50 billion!" The alcoholic said proudly.

This is not a small amount, almost equivalent to half of the assets of a large consortium.

However, Jiang Beichen shook his head.

"just forget it!"

It's not that he doesn't want to pass it on, after all, this is the method of the Demon Sect. After ordinary people practice it, they will definitely go mad and become a bloodthirsty demon.

It is not easy for this old man to cultivate to such a field, and he really does not want to harm the other party.

But in the eyes of the drinker, this is just sitting on the ground and raising the price.

"Young people, too few?"

"Do you know the concept of 50 billion?" The alcoholic's face was a little dark.

To put it bluntly, 50 billion, even if you lie on it and spend it, you won't be able to spend it all.

"Don't be too greedy!" The alcoholic said with a dissatisfied face.

"I really don't care about your money!" Jiang Beichen shook his head helplessly, stood up after speaking, and was about to leave without intending to explain to the other party.

"Wait!" At this moment, the alcoholic shouted out suddenly.

Jiang Beichen frowned, and turned around slowly, "Is there anything else?"

"Young man, you don't think you'll be fine if you kill Chen Jiajun, do you?" The drunk suddenly said lightly, brushing off his sleeves inadvertently, "Chen Xiaotian spent a lot of money to ask me to do it, and he's going to buy your life !"

"so what?"

"You decided to attack me?" Jiang Beichen had a playful expression on his face.

"The top ten masters on the Hualong list are really happy to hear that the masters of the top ten in order to steal other people's skills, seek wealth and kill their lives!" Jiang Beichen said with a half-smile.

"You!" The drunkard was stunned.

Uncle's!
In fact, even if he didn't do it for the martial arts, the Chen family would still ask him to do it, but this kid is saying that now, if he does it again, it will be as if he is a drunkard who only did it for the sake of stealing the other party's martial arts. Chivalrous.

"What a cunning, cunning boy!" The drunkard shook his head and laughed.

"Let's put it this way, in fact, my relationship with the Chen family is not that good!"

"Besides, the Chen family has done a lot of domineering things outside in my name in the past two years, and I'm already a little tired of it!"

"I don't need to do it for Chen Jiajun, but you have to understand that even if I don't make a move, the Chen family can still invite other martial arts masters to make a move!"

"Although you have a good talent, you're still nothing but aura, right?"

"Do you think you are sure about facing a martial arts master?" The alcoholic had a mocking expression on his face.

"So, you want me to beg you to protect me, and then use exercises in exchange?" Jiang Beichen also said jokingly, seeing the other party's mind clearly.

"That's right!"

"As long as I drink my mouth, the entire capital, even if you go to Yanjing, those powerful families will treat you a little less! The Chen family will definitely not dare to do anything to you!" The drinker looked proud.

"So, what do you think?" The alcoholic looked fixed on Jiang Beichen's expression, and even felt that the other party would kneel down and beg him immediately.

But he was wrong, Jiang Beichen didn't take it seriously at all, turned around and was about to go out.

Boom!
At this time, the alcoholic's face finally changed, and the teacup was directly placed on the table.

"Young man, don't you eat fine wine when you toast?"

The alcoholic looked ugly.

Is it okay to say anything?

"You really think I'm afraid to do it?"

"Don't think that moral word of mouth can restrain me!"

"So what if I kill you today?"

"If I reach the pinnacle of martial arts in the future and regard everything as a dog, who would dare to gossip behind my drunkard's back!"

"Boy, don't be smart and underestimate my determination to pursue martial arts!"

At the end, the alcoholic's face turned cold.

Today he said that he had to get the exercises for everything.

Since the other party is ignorant of current affairs, don't blame him for using force!
As long as he suppressed this kid and tried his best to torture him repeatedly, he couldn't believe that he couldn't pry his mouth open!

"Ha ha!"

"Then you can try it!"

Jiang Beichen dismissed it and continued walking.

Dare to threaten Jiang Junmen?
It's just so boring!

"you!"

boom!
However, at this moment, the door was suddenly knocked open from the outside, and a figure in distress smashed the door and flew in backwards, landing heavily on the ground.

Cough!

Zhao Changzhi coughed twice, and spat out a mouthful of old blood. His face was bruised and swollen, obviously from being seriously injured.

"Long Zhi?" The drunkard frowned and stood up quickly.

"Who! Who dares to be so bold as to hurt my apprentice?!" The alcoholic's face was extremely angry.

His apprentice was actually beaten at home?
This is simply unreasonable!
At this time, there was a sound of creaking clogs outside.

Under the force of the sound of clogs, a group of alcoholic disciples retreated step by step, and gradually retreated into the main room.

"Master, it's him, this Japanese man, who actually beat up senior brother, you have to make the decision for us!"

"Master, hurry up and teach this Japanese man a lesson!"

All the younger brothers shouted.

At this moment, Jiang Beichen stepped back and watched with great interest.

I didn't expect that this rogue from the Japanese country can do it, but dare to hit the drunkard's place.

"Sinister! Who are you, you dare to behave wildly in my house!" The drunkard yelled angrily, striding towards the door.

At this time, the werewolf had already stepped into the main room.

"Your Excellency the Drunkard!"

"At Shimoyama Motojiro, I'm here to hand over the letter of war to you under the order of my teacher!"

"And your apprentice has been in trouble repeatedly, and I have no choice!"

"I just didn't expect..."

At the end, Jiro Yamamoto shook his head with a look of contempt on his face, which was completely contemptuous.

The alcoholic's face turned red!

Zhao Changzhi was his first disciple, and he was also the highest among his disciples.

The other party humiliated his apprentice, isn't that the same as humiliating him?

"No reason!"

"Didn't your master teach you to be polite when you are a guest?"

"It seems that I have to educate you for your master!" The alcoholic's face turned cold instantly, and a powerful momentum overwhelmingly overwhelmed him.

After all, this is the coercion from the top ten of the Hualong list. How could Jiro Yamamoto suffer? He half-kneeled on the ground with a muffled groan, and there was a crackling sound from his whole body, as if he might explode at any time.

"This, is this the martial arts spirit of your Chinese people?" Jiro Yamamoto raised his head against the pressure and gritted his teeth.

"As a senior, you don't care about your face and take action against your juniors, disregarding the morals of the world!"

"Besides, I and your apprentice are in a fair competition. Senior will end in person, so if it spreads, you won't be afraid of being ridiculed by others!"

"I think your reputation as Beiquan Mutaishan Beidou is just a vain name!"

"Your martial arts world in Huaguo is also rubbish!"

Jiro Yamamoto yelled louder and louder, and there was really a kind of madness that was not afraid of death on his face.

However, these words angered all the apprentices present!

This little Japanese bastard is really extremely arrogant, he actually scolded their master and the entire Chinese martial arts world!
Even Jiang Beichen couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

The little Japanese people have no awe of my great country, and dare to utter insults, it's really heartbreaking!
However, at this moment, the drunkard slowly regained his momentum.

"So it was a fair fight?"

"If that's the case, then it's the old man's fault!" The alcoholic was also aboveboard, right from wrong.

"But the old man has a great reputation!"

"No one is qualified to challenge me!"

"The small land of your Japanese country is nothing compared to my Hua country's martial arts. How can you be so good that you dare to challenge this old man?" The drunkard looked disdainful.

He would like to see which Wa countryman who is not afraid of death dares to challenge him.