Chapter 42: : Give Zhang Sanfeng a face

One sword after another.
Zhang Jinlong is a wise man. Apart from the screams that were too painful to bear, he didn't scream. This gave Jiang Ning no excuse for wanting to kill him.
In the end Zhang Jinlong lay on the ground like a dead dog, and Jiang Ning kicked him aside in disgust.
"Okay, let's talk about our business now."
Jiang Ning said casually, and then walked to Ningxiang and the others to help them untie the rope.
At this time Linghu Chong threw a bottle of pill, Jiang Ning took the pill, he glanced at Linghu Chong, the latter was silent, just sitting there quietly.
At this moment, Jiang Ning’s favor with Linghu Chong has risen a lot. At this time, as a disciple of the Huashan School, Linghu Chong did not shout or slay, but instead read about the affection of the talented person, and took the initiative to give himself a pill to save his friends, which made Jiang Ning I am really moved.
He didn't thank you, everything was speechless.
After taking the pill to Ningxiang and others, Jiang Ning said, "After you have taken the pill, go back immediately. Here I will deal with it."
He didn't want to let Ningxiang and others stay here.
Except for Ningxiang, the others turned around and left. They didn't dare to stay here at all, but Ningxiang was silent, just standing there, the scars on his body were already scabs, but it made people feel a little distressed.
"These beasts."
Jiang Ning gritted his teeth in his heart, he turned his head, looked at Wang Shoumen, and said coldly: "Wang Shoumen, is this what your Huashan faction does?"
"It is true that Huashan did something wrong, but the trouble you caused yesterday, the Dao brothers of the Sun Moon Sword Sect, want to interrogate them is also a natural thing."
The head of Wang had already taken Zhang Jinlong away, and now that Jiang Ning had no hostages in his hands, they would speak boldly.
"Hehe, what a natural thing, it's really a joke. Are you Huashan Sect's lackeys? Although they are not disciples of the Sun and Moon Sword Sect? Captured, tortured, can it be that you Huashan Sect and Sun Moon Sword Sect think that they are the first in the world?"
Jiang Ning spoke, with lotus blossoms and pearls, and they were speechless.
"You are presumptuous." The head Wang was angry, but couldn't find any chance to refute it, but Jiang Ning would definitely not admit that such a big hat was pulled off like this.
The world’s number one sect, this fight is more fierce than the world’s number one, and all martial artists in the world feel that only Wudang Sect and Shaolin Temple are qualified to compete for the world's number one. Although their Huashan Sect is powerful, they are still not qualified.
After all, they don't have Wudang Zhang Sanfeng, nor Shaolin Yijinjing. If they dare to claim to be the number one in the world, they are afraid it will lead to annihilation.
"Presumptuous? I am presumptuous or you presumptuous? I detained his sect disciples privately, without any formalities. I wanted to arrest whoever I wanted, and I would interrogate if I wanted to be severely interrogated. Isn't this the qualification for the first in the world? Oh, it's not right , I am afraid that even the first in the world does not have this right? Huashan School, you are so bold."
Jiang Ning said furiously, the king's face, who said word by word, looked extremely ugly. In the end, many warriors resonated with it. Indeed, the Huashan faction had done too much in this matter.
"You." The head Wang couldn't say a word, and finally took a deep breath and said: "It is true that Huashan did something wrong. For this reason, my Huashan faction will definitely give them an explanation. Do you want to overshadow the three-legged sword?"
Anyone who can be the head is good, he immediately emphasized Jiang Ning's interruption of Jiansan's legs, and wanted to overtake Huashan faction's ultra vires.
"That's right, you hurt Brother Jian's legs, and you utterly talked about it here, and you hurt Senior Zhang. I suspect you are a disciple of the Demon Cult."
At this time an abrupt voice came.
Jiang Ning looked over, and it was Song Qingshu who was talking.
"Shut up." Song Yuanqiao immediately grabbed Song Qingshu. When this kind of thing happened, everyone with a discerning eye knew not to intervene indiscriminately. This was a private matter between Jiangning and the Huashan Sect and the Sun Moon Sword Sect. They were not easy to intervene.
At this moment, Song Qingshu's words are about to cause trouble.
"Hahahaha, what about I interrupted Jiansan's legs? He humiliated me before and asked me to kneel down, and you forgot? As for Senior Zhang? This old dog wants to kill me, are you blind? Suspect that I am a disciple of the Demon Cult? For the unwarranted charge, when did you Wudang school learn it and show it out, if you can't show it out today, Song Qingshu, I beheaded you on the spot, no one can keep you."
Jiang Ning spoke, extremely overbearing, like an emperor with great power, saying that whoever wants to beheaded will have his head fall.
This domineering was not what this age should have, but Jiang Ning showed it.
"In the name of Sword Madness, his fame will change in the future."
"This person is called Jian Kuang, and there is nothing wrong with it."
Someone whispered that he was really overwhelmed by Jiang Ning. He just got into trouble and asked the Huashan faction for trouble, and then wounded the elder of the Sun Moon Sword Sect. Now he has come to provoke the Wudang faction again. He is really... not afraid of death. Guys.
Everyone felt that within a few days, a man named Jian Kuang was about to shake the world, a new generation of young talents.
A rising moon!
Of course, this must be for Jiangning to survive today.
"Kill me? I'm here, you try." After all, Song Qingshu is a young man. He feels that there are so many seniors here and Jiang Ning is just bragging, so he has no fear at all.
"Shut up to me."
Song Yuanqiao slapped Song Qingshu fiercely, then looked at Jiang Ning and said, "Your Excellency, it is the dog's fault. I also hope that you will forgive your sins."
Song Yuanqiao felt that Jiang Ning was not lying, he could indeed kill Song Qingshu with one sword in front of everyone.
"Father." Song Qingshu was unconvinced, but Song Yuanqiao immediately roared angrily: "If you dare to say a word, I will sever the father-son relationship with you, and I will let you die here today."
He was angry, really angry, and heartbroken why his son is so stupid, so stupid.
Sure enough, Song Qingshu stopped talking and stood there with his head down, while Song Yuanqiao begged Jiang Ning, hoping that Jiang Ning could forget it.
"Song Yuanqiao, nothing happened. This is the second time. I gave Senior Zhang Sanfeng a face, but if your son dares to talk nonsense next time, I won't give you any face from the Wudang Sect and kill Song Qingshu on the spot. "
Jiang Ning said this sentence is simply arrogant.
Give Zhang Sanfeng a face?
A teenager who was fifteen or sixteen years old in the past actually said that Zhang Sanfeng was a face, and he wanted to laugh at the world.
But no one dared to question such a sentence.
"Who else wants to stand up and argue with me? Or who wants to stand up and compare with my sword?"
Everyone was speechless, Jiang Ning spoke frivolously, shaking the sword in his hand slightly, despising the heroes of the world.