I really want to be a cook

He got everything he dreamed of, such as glory and wealth, rich clothes and good food, and beautiful women.

But he didn't relax, instead he became more proficient in martial arts and kept making progress.

If he hadn't met some unreasonable cheater, he might not have been able to create his own legend.

This is the most primitive drive of desire.

And the same is true of the five principals.

They knew that they couldn't compete with those scholars in terms of politics, and they couldn't compete with those experienced generals in terms of tactics.

Their only value is their own martial arts.

There are martial arts, prosperity and wealth, everything that one expects to find.

Falling aside in martial arts means losing one's own wealth and life.

So don't look at them all as old-fashioned fried dough sticks, but they can be selected by Emperor Zhao. As Linglong's deputy, their martial arts are all the best, and their realms are all old powerful masters. Ordinary great masters are not their opponents at all. .

But at this moment, facing this punch that shakes the world.

However, they found that all their methods would be powerless under this punch.

Bang!

The air vibrated.

Their hair was all blown up, and the zhenqi on their bodies was shattered, and the punch fell on their foreheads, as if they were about to punch in between their eyebrows in the next moment.

But the punch stopped.

And then.

puff!

Their eyebrows turned cold, and a small fist shattered in front of them, as if they had farted.

Such control power, such computing power!

The five principals were horrified, looking at Linglong with unbelievable eyes.

If you don't make a move, it will be fine, and if you make a move, it will be earth-shattering.

One is against five, but they are so light-weight, they can control five strengths at the same time, breaking their protective means just right.

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"Jiang Ping!"

Linglong's beautiful eyes moved, and she recognized Jiang Ping's appearance. This sick young master overlapped with the portrait he had seen before.

She said coldly, "when did you come back?"

"Not long ago, the spies you left behind were so poor that I blushed a little for them.

I have all come in, and they are still guarding the gate of the city foolishly.

At this moment, they should all faint in the corner. I wonder if they will catch a cold when it gets dark later? "

Jiang Ping sighed, rather worried:

"If Martial Daosi is such a piece of rubbish, I have to worry about whether Martial Daosi can survive two years."

"In order for Budoji to embark on a path of healthy development, I personally feel that it is necessary to establish a new department as soon as possible.

Relying on a group of soldiers drawn from various departments, how can we lead them to fight tough battles and fight desperate battles.

Of course, in order to show fairness, the selection of this new department is open to everyone. As long as they pass the selection, they can become a member of this new department with high benefits and high returns.

After all, we all pay attention to excellence now and cannot accept garbage. "

As he spoke, Jiang Ping's eyes swept over Wu Yao's principals one by one, and he sighed seriously.

The regretful look in his eyes was full of true feelings, with Jiang·Actor Ping's 12-point acting skills.

"Hey……"

Just this one glance is more powerful than the insult of Linglong's punch just now.

Bai Xiong, the head of Huoyaowei, who has the hottest personality among Wuyao's chiefs, suddenly became furious, pointed at Jiang Ping and cursed:

"What do you mean? Are you trying to call me trash?"

Jiang Ping was so frightened that he quickly shook his head, and said in a fearful tone:

"My lord, don't get me wrong. I'm not targeting you. I mean everyone standing here is—garbage!"

That simple and unaffected expression, as if these words are from his heart, don't stimulate others too strongly.

boom!

Tolerable or unbearable.

Linglong could subdue them with a single punch, but why would Jiang Ping?

Just relying on his vacant title of director.

If they were afraid of this, they would have been respectful to Linglong long ago.

Is that because of his sick and disabled body that still has three or five years to live?

Although they had also heard about Jiang Ping's fierce battle in Tianzhu Mountain, they had also heard that Jiang Ping's life was not long, and it was difficult for him to even stand up and walk.

Such Jiang Ping, they can hit a hundred with one hand.

All these news had been spread throughout the Martial Dao Department under Zhao Huang's secret hint.

After all, Jiang Ping's current reputation is still very bluffing, and he can't forcefully lose such a good move just to make Linglong more difficult.

As long as everyone knows that Jiang Ping is not a long-term backer, they will naturally not give up on him.

People have to think about their own future.

Bai Xiong squeezed his fist, tilted his neck, and made a clicking sound.

Before he reached Jiangping three meters away, he found that he didn't want to go forward for no reason, as if something was rejecting him instinctively.

He temporarily threw away this somewhat strange emotion, and then cupped his hands towards Jiang Ping:

"Director Jiang, I heard that on Tianzhu Mountain, you defeated the Mozun of the Demon Sect by yourself, and you fought hundreds of moves with dozens of great masters of the Righteous Way, shocking the world with your skills.

His subordinate Bai Xiong is not talented, and he wants to learn from Director Jiang's brilliant tricks.

Since Director Jiang is the director of our Martial Arts Department, he wouldn't refuse such a simple request from his subordinates, right?

If people in the world know that Director Jiang avoids such unknown people as his subordinates, I am afraid it will be difficult to stop the mouths of the people in the world. "

Jiang Ping didn't expect this hot-tempered guy to be so slippery with soft knives. He stared at him carefully for a few more times, and his heart suddenly moved.

He appeared suddenly, and he would not have been unprepared.

On the contrary, he already had full confidence.

Martial Daosi has been in operation for two months, although he is not there, but what happened in it, he is very clear, there is nothing he doesn't know.

It is not the patent of bad guys to deploy people.

An honest young gentleman like him has to anticipate the enemy first, so that he can defeat the opponent openly and aboveboard.

This Bai Xiong looks like a hot tempered person to outsiders, but with Zhao Huang's temperament, Martial Daosi is an important idea of ​​his, so he would rashly send out such a fool.

Then it's a little suspicious that he is so restless.

Jiang Ping smiled, and said with some disdain:

"You want me to guide you, so do you know the price of my one shot?"

"You! I can't afford it!"

This seemingly fiery guy is just a pawn who was pushed out one by one to test his reality.

After all, what reason to use a hot temper is enough to hide many abnormal actions.

Regarding this point, Jiang Ping used Menqing before.

When he used to play shy games with some girls, he often used impulse to hide his old lust.

Bai Xiong's face darkened, and he said angrily:

"Is Director Jiang looking down on me, Bai Xiong? Well, I don't know what Director Jiang wants. I'll bring it all for you!

Today's enlightenment, I still have to! "

"Wait a moment."

Jiang Ping stopped.

Bai Xiong turned his anger into a smile, and said with a hint of sarcasm:

"What's the matter, is Director Jiang trying to say no?"

Jiang Ping shook his head and said: "No, no, I just think I need to find some witnesses, lest any cat or dog dare to bark in front of me in the future.

In addition, I would like to introduce new colleagues to you. "

Jiang Ping clapped his hands.

"Come in."

With this clap of hands, a sound of arrows exploded outside the hall.

There were sudden bursts of footsteps outside the meeting hall, and there was a piercing sound in the air, as if there were countless winds passing by.

"Introduce yourself."

Jiang Ping's faint voice came out.

A masked man wearing a gown with countless eyes patterns walked in, his breath was complex and arrogant, like an octopus monster with teeth and claws.

He stepped into the hall door.

"Qianmu Langjun Yuyoumu!"

Another blood-clothed man walked in:

"Floating Butcher Yang Chuanye!"

A young man with three long swords behind him walked in:

"Three Heart Sword Lai Wu!"

With a dark breath, the black-robed old devil with a face full of decay floated in sinisterly:

"Extinct old devil has something to do!"

Wearing a red bellyband, a 1.2-meter-tall child with a childish face:

"Heart-killing boy Li Xue!"

The kindly old woman with a stooped body and a cane:

"Auspicious ghost Zeng Osmanthus!"

……

Hall entrance.

one by one.

There are good, evil, ghosts and demons inside, and characters of various temperaments walk in one by one.

The sound of passing air outside the hall has not stopped, it seems endless.

I don't know how long it took.

Anyway, for the five principals in the hall, every second is like a year.

They already recognized some of the characters.

The guys who reported their names just now are all martial arts masters who have left a reputation in the world!

As for those who don't recognize it.

Just feel their unfathomable aura, and their attitude on an equal footing with other famous masters.

Its strength is self-evident.