Chapter 124: :roll

"Tanwan!"
Hearing this name, Jiang Ning's hand toasted clearly paused.
Zhao Min is a wise man. It is almost instinct to observe words and colors. He can see through Jiang Ning's actions at a glance, and immediately asks: "Do you know?"
"Yes, but she doesn't know me." Jiang Ning replied calmly, then looked at Zhao Min and said, "But you must not provoke this person."
"Oh, why?"
Zhao Min looked at Jiang Ning curiously and said.
"Let's put it this way, if you are a witch, that person is your ancestor." Jiang Ning said seriously.
But Zhao Min was unhappy when he heard this, more witch than himself? Isn't this funny?
"There is such a person in the world, I don't believe it."
Zhao Min answered.
"Don't believe it? Haha, she is from Middle-earth. As for the school, it is not clear whether you know it. It is called the Yinkui School. How noble than your county chief? You should understand?"
Jiang Ning looked at Zhao Min and said so.
"Yin Kui Pie."
As the county lord of the Dayuan Dynasty, Zhao Min has an intelligence agency that others may not be able to organize for a lifetime. Her intelligence agency is the intelligence agency of the entire Dayuan Dynasty. Naturally, I know what the Yinkui School is, but I don’t know what Wanwan is. Who cares.
Zhao Min's face changed, and then I didn't say much. Yinkui's sentiment was so great that she naturally couldn't compare to her opponent.
The Eastern Wilderness is the Eastern Wilderness after all. One hundred and forty years ago, there was a great man who hit Middle-earth from the Eastern Wilderness. How many saints were blood washed?
If it weren't for True Monarch Xuanwu to unite with the other three sacred beasts, the sages of the Middle Earth would not be able to make trouble in the Eastern Desolation.
The reason why Middle-earth is so prosperous is nothing more than masters like clouds, coupled with the mysterious power of Middle-earth that can complement something in the body.
It's hard to say.
When Jiang Ning was talking with Zhao Min, a group of people walked in suddenly.
At the head are two young men, handsome and arrogant, they have a sense of walking along the way, and they are very domineering.
A pair of eyes are as sharp as an eagle, and the eyebrows are even more gloomy, giving people a sense of narrow-mindedness.
"Get all out, this place is contracted by the Eastern Saints."
A villain came over and watched the crowd shouting.
The voice was very loud, he used his inner strength, and when he took a closer look, this person was really extraordinary, a top master, not an ordinary warrior.
Let the top masters do doglegs, which shows that these first few people are big people.
Jiang Ning glanced at the past, but did not say a word. He sat quietly and had a drink. Zhao Min watched Jiang Ning not speak, and simply stopped talking, and sat there calmly.
A lot of people left without saying a word. The rules in the border and wasteland and Bolan City are very simple. Whoever has a big fist is bullish!
He has the right to speak, the other party is a top master, and this top master is just someone else's entourage, there are several top masters standing there, they don't want to die, just get out.
Otherwise, if someone else kills you, the official will not care about you.
In the blink of an eye, many people left in the lobby of the inn in an instant. The shopkeeper personally came to these people and said with a flattering smile: "Several masters go to the second floor or Yaju?"
He spoke, asked the other person, bending over respectfully.
But the two of them didn't even want to look at him, showing a defiant look.
Before long, everyone was basically gone, only Jiang Ning sat there alone, very calm!
"boom!"
Without any nonsense, he shot directly in the direction, iron-blooded and ruthless.
Jiang Ning sneered, then raised his fist and blasted it over.
puff!
Click! Click!
The fist of the person who shot was completely broken, inch by inch, and he screamed in pain on the spot. He smashed through the stone wall, showing how terrifying Jiang Ning's strength is!
"presumptuous!"
"court death."
In an instant, several servants of the Eastern Saint Clan roared, standing up and looking directly at Jiang Ning, wanting to do it!
"No."
The two young men headed by the Eastern Saints suddenly yelled and stopped them.
Jiang Ning glanced over, with an extremely cold expression. He was going to make a move, but the opponent did not make a move, so he stopped, holding a glass of wine in his hand, and looked at him quietly.
"I'm really sorry, our servant is not sensible, and I hope you will forgive me."
A man stood up and said, although it was an apology, he still had a sense of superiority in his tone, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.
"Non-sensible? If you are ignorant, you can shoot at will? Although nobody cares here, it's too arrogant, right?"
Jiang Ning spoke with a calm tone, but his speech was extremely sharp.
"Hehe, although our people are a bit too much, we are members of the Eastern Saint Clan. Please be careful when you speak."
He spoke out his identity. Although Jiang Ning and Zhao Min both knew each other’s identity, at this moment, Zhao Min had to look at Jiang Ning. The Eastern Saint Clan is a thousand-year-old Saint Clan, and they are both giants in Middle-earth. .
If only talking about the Eastern Wilderness, the Eastern Saint Clan is the first clan, and the Dayuan Dynasty did not dare to provoke her, so she couldn't help but wonder what Jiang Ning would do about this matter!
"Attention? Eastern Wasteland, speak with your fist, I believe you Middle-earth speak with your fist, right?"
Jiang Ning stood up, staring at the two with extremely cold eyes. The latter couldn't help stiffening, just because Jiang Ning's eyes were too terrifying, they were noble disciples of the saints.
The younger generation had seen many of them, but Jiang Ning's look was terrifying.
Now that he is promoted to the peerless, Jiang Ning's vision is even more terrifying. If it weren't for these people's strong strength, I'm afraid that under this kind of look, his mind would have been broken.
"Your Mightiness!"
The other party swallowed. The saint disciple, although arrogant, but not a fool, Jiang Ning's mere look made them feel a little scared. Coupled with the strength that Jiang Ning had shown before, they naturally knew that Jiang Ning should not be offended.
I just feel that as a saint disciple, I shouldn't be so shameless.
"Please forgive me, sorry!"
This person spoke, and finally chose to give in.
"roll."
Jiang Ning uttered a word calmly with a cold expression.
Zhao Min was stunned by his side, and couldn't believe Jiang Ning actually said such a thing!