After Cultivating Immortals For Three Hundred Years, I Will Return To The Human World

King of Jiangbei!

In the past and present, Qin Fan has heard this name a lot, but never seen it.

All I know is that the King of Jiangbei was destroyed by the master in Maoshan, and there are no bones left.

This person is very ambitious, and even Mao Shan wanted to earn it, but he was eventually devoured by his own ambition.

At this time, thousands of security guards poured down from the convoy, rolled out the red carpet, and lined up to greet them. The pomp was full of pomp, which caused some of the bigwigs who entered the Star Picking Building to frown.

After a long time, a middle-aged man stepped out of a stretched Lincoln car. The man was wearing a blood python black jacket, with a majestic figure, walking like a tiger, with a flash of electricity hidden in the depths of his eyes, majestic and domineering.

Liu Mengyao's chest rose and fell slightly, and her breathing was a little uneasy: "He is the king of Jiangbei, so terrifying oppression."

Qin Fan's face didn't change. He had just heard the Jiangbei King, and a ripple appeared in his heart, but after seeing the real person, he regained his calm.

No matter how famous and powerful people are in the arena, they are only aimed at ordinary people. For Immortal Emperor Mutian who once stood on the top of the immortal world, Jiangbei King is just a speck of dust.

King Jiangbei is not a martial artist, but a cultivator, a character in the middle stage of Qi refining. Such a cultivation base can cause some waves in the martial arts world, and non-martial masters cannot be defeated.

But this person's infuriating energy is not pure, and the intensity of infuriating energy is less than one-tenth of his, which seems to be a wild way.

Behind King Jiangbei, there is an old man and two middle-aged men. The old man is a spiritual cultivator like Master Pan. He cultivates his soul alone. He is not weaker than Maoshan Wanglong, but he does not have the powerful body of Wanglong.

The other two middle-aged people are masters at the peak of internal energy, and their martial arts strength is far superior to all the martial artists they have seen before.

Liu Mengyao reminded Qin Fan: "The old man, and the two middle-aged people, plus the Laughing Buddha, are known as the four gods of war under King Jiangbei. They are very powerful and must be careful."

Qin Fan disagreed: "It's just dust, it can be destroyed with a flick of a finger."

"When will the people from Maoshan come?"

Qin Fan was more concerned about Maoshan. Tonight, all the forces and bigwigs appeared one after another, but he did not pay attention to it, but Maoshan was an exception.

Maoshan is an authentic and famous door, and its heritage must be extraordinary.

Liu Mengyao said: "I don't know, just wait."

The two waited for a while, but the people who didn't wait for Maoshan immediately got out of the car and walked into the Manor of Zhaixinglou.

The Xingxing Building is an octagonal building. The lobby on the first floor is very open, as large as two basketball courts.

The two passed through the crowd and entered the hall without much attention.

The focus was all attracted by Ye Tianmeng and Ye Jingying's father and daughter.

The father and daughter were surrounded by King Jiangbei and Liu Wanlong, and the two sides were tense.

"Qin Fan?"

Xu Xiaokui looked at Qin Fan from a distance with a complicated expression, because this man neglected this man, she was scolded by her grandfather and asked her to apologize to Qin Fan.

Du Jinghong also narrowed his eyes, it seemed that Qin Fan appeared with Liu Mengyao, which surprised him.

"Why did this guy come to such an occasion? He came with Liu Mengyao?" In the area where the Shen family was seated, Shen Muci frowned and muttered to Qin Fan.

Huang Lao took the initiative to come up to say hello to Liu Mengyao, and whispered: "This old man has seen Miss Liu, the little Taoist priest."

Liu Mengyao nodded slightly.

Qin Fan's attention was on the dispute between Ye Tianmeng and King Jiangbei.

In the hall, all forces focused their attention on Jiangbei Shuangwang.

Jiangbei King's voice was cold and arrogant: "Ye Tianmeng, I heard that Taicheng has not been peaceful recently. Your Tianying backbone brothers have been broken a lot there. They are dead and disabled. It can be said that they are broken."

"Taicheng is your base camp, do you want me to send my brothers to help you settle down?"

Ye Tianmeng was like a fierce tiger, his body was full of danger, and he scolded: "Sima, who did this, you and I both know, no one likes to play those indiscriminate assassinations more than you, Sima Wudao. sneak attack."

"That little brother named Simaqiu is your Sima Wudao's seed. I just took it to feed the fish yesterday."

Sima Wudao was furious, and his throat roared again and again: "Ye Tianmeng!—"

As soon as these words came out, the two sides suddenly drew swords.

Ye Jingying stood behind Ye Tianmeng, her pretty face was pale, and her delicate body kept shaking.

She just met Ye Tianmeng yesterday. Ye Tianmeng was a very kind father in front of her, but now the content of his conversation with Jiangbei King made her feel scared.

Even a Jinling boss like Liu Wanlong felt uneasy.

At this time, King Jiangbei calmed down first, and snorted coldly: "How can there be undead people when you open up the territory and expand the soil?"

"Ye Tianmeng, you have lost control of Taicheng, and Taicheng will be mine sooner or later."

"Without Taicheng, you, Ye Tianmeng, are a tiger whose two claws have been chopped off, and can no longer bite anyone. Your old father-in-law will be the first to let you go, and your arms and legs will be removed by him immediately. , make you a bare rod."

"There is only one way for you to go now, and that is to kneel down to our Sima Wudao."

Ye Tianmeng groaned, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out and spilled on the ground.

The blood was black, exuding traces of black gas, obviously poisoned, shocking.

"dad!--"

Ye Jingying turned pale, and quickly supported Ye Tianmeng.

The expressions of Ye Tianmeng's subordinates changed greatly, and they surrounded Ye Tianmeng.

"You have black voodoo in your body, and the poison penetrates your five internal organs. Even if I come here, I can't save you. Unless you kneel down and beg me, there is absolutely no way for you to survive."

The King of Jiangbei snorted coldly and looked at Ye Jingying, "Is this your daughter? She's so beautiful, she matches my three sons very well, as long as you call me a minister and let their two juniors marry, you Ye Tianmeng don't have to do it. die."

"It's okay if you don't agree. On the land of Jiangbei, as long as it is what Sima Wudao wants, no one can refuse. Your site will be mine sooner or later."

"Sima stuff, you are despicable and shameless, and you actually poisoned me by borrowing my daughter's hands! Pfft!—" Ye Tianmeng trembled with anger, and with a wow, another mouthful of black blood spurted out, and his face turned black.

"Leader!--"

More than a dozen of Ye Tianmeng's backbone subordinates were all terrified and at a loss.

Ye Jingying's face was dazed and her tears were about to fall: "Dad... When did you get poisoned? Could it be that you drank that jar of old wine last night?"

Ye Tianmeng held on strong and did not fall down, stroking Ye Jingying's face with one hand: "Jingying don't blame yourself, Dad didn't blame you, the enemy is too vicious."

Sima Wudao's cruelty, viciousness, and viciousness made everyone present feel jealous.

Although Sima Wudao, the king of Jiangbei, suppressed Ye Tianmeng, but in front of so many people, he may not have the intention of killing chickens and warning monkeys.

Ye Tianmeng's eyes were aggressive and did not mean to give in: "Sima Wudao, you can kill me."

"But if you dare to touch my daughter's hair, after tonight, there will be no Jiangbei king in Jiangbei!"

Sima Wudao snorted coldly and said, "Don't cry without seeing the coffin, I'll wait for you to come and beg me."

Sima Wudao turned and left.

"Your Excellency, please stay."

At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded behind Sima Wudao.

The sound was not loud, and it resounded throughout the audience.