These words were so sudden that many people did not even react. Even Tang Ming was stunned.
"What are you talking about?" Tang Ming looked at her with confusion.
Jiang Hanyi still had a calm look on his face and replied: "Only in this way will they stop. After all, I have a special physique and the children I give birth to can perfectly inherit the talents of my parents."
"Everyone hopes that their children can inherit talents. This is why I can still become a saint even if my talents are not good."
Hearing her explanation, Tang Ming was shocked. In other words, Jiang Hanyi had no right to choose freely from the beginning. From the moment she became a saint, her fate was doomed.
"No wonder many people look at you strangely. It turns out they all want to take you for themselves." Tang Ming clenched his fists and said in a low voice.
"But this is not fair to you at all!"
"Haha... This world is inherently unfair. At least this way, you can save your life."
Jiang Hanyi smiled bitterly. Although she was happy to know Tang Ming, when she became a saint, she was no longer able to meet and fall in love with people normally, let alone stay together for a long time.
"Hahaha!"
Wan Chutian suddenly laughed wildly, "Okay, since Saintess Canglan agrees to the marriage, our Sword Dao Holy Land will naturally welcome it. The things we committed before will be treated as if they never happened."
After that, the restrictions on Jiang Hanyi were removed.
"From today on, the Holy Land of Sword Dao and Canglan Holy Land are one family. Soon, I will come to Canglan Mansion to propose marriage."
The people below also congratulated him one after another.
"Congratulations to the Holy Land of Kendo for such a marriage."
"We, the monks, are fortunate enough to witness a newlywed couple."
Countless pandering voices, with flattering accents, just to win the favor of several headmasters.
After all, once the two holy places get married, the situation in the seven holy places will be reshuffled. What these low-level monks should consider is to quickly take sides.
Looking at the ugly faces of these monks, Tang Ming couldn't help but sneer.
I originally thought that only people from Huangyun City would act as a scheming agent, but now it seems that no matter where they are, the one with the biggest fist will always be the arrogant and arrogant exploiter.
Thinking about the past, scenes from the past emerge before my eyes.
He lost his parents when he was young and was bullied by his tribe. No one was willing to stand up and speak for him.
When he was young, his cultivation was completely lost, he was humiliated, and even his most basic dignity was trampled on.
Now that he finally has the trump card to become a strong man, he is still regarded as an ant-like existence.
What's even more painful is that his sister still doesn't trust him.
The huge blow made Tang Ming's heart feel like a knife.
Stretching out his palm, he wanted to touch his sister's figure. At this moment, Tang Ming hoped that his silly sister could understand his brother's good intentions.
However, when Tang Rou noticed Tang Ming's gaze, she chose to hide behind Mu Qingyun.
This small move made Tang Ming's palms freeze in place.
Mu Qingyun stood in front of him with an indifferent face.
"Tang Ming, don't you really want to kill me? Why are you lying on the ground like a dog now?"
Seeing Mu Qingyun's aloof appearance, Tang Ming wanted to eat him alive.
"Bitch, you better kill me now, otherwise, I will definitely make you regret it."
"Tsk tsk!"
Mu Qingyun clicked his tongue, his face full of disdain, "You haven't witnessed me entering the bridal chamber with Jiang Hanyi, how could I be willing to kill you."
Then he looked at the frightened Tang Rou, with a look in his eyes.
"Although your sister is quite stupid, she is pretty good-looking. Being the cauldron of my holy son Mu Qingyun is also a great blessing for her."
Tang Rou was his only remaining relative in this world. Unexpectedly, Mu Qingyun not only used Tang Rou's innocent personality to alienate the relationship between the siblings, but now also wanted to make her a cauldron.
These words made Tang Ming's inner anger reach its peak in an instant, and his angry eyes were filled with blood.
"I want you to die!"
"Bang!"
Tang Ming's body burst out with endless anger, and he slowly stood up against the pressure on his body, staring at him with murderous eyes.
Looking at Tang Ming who was still struggling to hold on, Mu Qingyun in front of him leaned down and grabbed his hair, with a playful look on his face.
"You're like this, how can you fight against me?"
"When I train Tang Rou into a cauldron, I will let everyone in the entire Sword Dao Holy Land taste it. Then they will all thank you, the heir of the Immortal Sword."
After Tang Ming heard this, his energy and blood surged in his body, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.
However, he still roared towards the sky with a firm and unyielding tone.
"If I, Tang Ming, don't die, I will definitely kill Mu Qingyun, and also massacre your entire sect in the Holy Land of Swordsmanship!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked.
Do you want to cut off your own way of survival?
Wan Chutian's originally cheerful smile gradually turned cold. It was supposed to be a happy day, but you insisted on hitting the muzzle of the gun.
Since you want to die, then I will grant it to you!
Then he said to the disciples of the Holy Land: "The disciples of the Holy Land obey the order and kill Tang Ming on the spot!"
"yes!"
As soon as he finished speaking, countless swordsmanship disciples came forward one after another and instantly surrounded Tang Ming.
"Formation!"
Several voices sounded, and several flying swords suddenly appeared in the air, and the direction where the sword blades were pointing was Tang Ming.
Seeing countless sword blades in the air about to attack, Tang Ming finally closed his eyes in despair.
Just when he thought it was all going to be over...
There was a disjointed sound in his ears.
"You brat, you're in a bad situation. It seems I need to take action."
"Senior, are you awake?" Tang Ming's eyes flashed with hope.
Zhili yawned and said: "I also absorbed a little of the Green Lotus Spring water earlier, so I delayed it for a while. Now my strength has recovered to one ten thousandth, and I can be considered to be able to show off my skills."
"In this case, please ask senior to take action."
"No problem, I'll lend you your body!"
As he spoke, Tang Ming's originally clear and fearless eyes gradually became covered with a layer of blood, and those cold eyes began to reveal a bottomless coldness.
An extremely majestic power instantly poured into Tang Ming's limbs. The blood around him was like a rainbow, instantly dyeing the blood of several mountain peaks red, and a suffocating aura instantly enveloped the entire Sword Dao Holy Land.
Looking up at the sky, a blood moon is slowly rising at this moment.
"what's the situation?"
"Why are there strange phenomena in heaven and earth?"
Everyone in the Sword Dao Holy Land looked confused. It was obviously the first time they had seen such a scene.
"Run!"
The disciple who noticed something strange immediately spoke.
"Run? Where to run?" Tang Ming's bloody eyes flashed with contempt.
Immediately he pulled out his bleeding sword, cut through the restriction, and directed his sword energy towards all the disciples in the Holy Land of Sword Dao.
With just one blow, several disciples have been killed by the sword.
"puff!"
"puff!"
"puff!"
Blood spattered, causing a bloody rain to fall from the sky.
Tang Ming enjoyed the baptism of blood with a ferocious smile on his lips.
At this moment, he is the master of the world, towering over the top of the sky.
Stepping on the void, Tang Ming looked down at all living beings. In his eyes, the monks under his feet were nothing more than ants.
Immediately, he looked at the swordsman saint in the distance with his bloody eyes.
Sensing the sight of him, Mu Qingyun's expression suddenly changed.
That dangerous aura instantly surged into his heart like a huge wave, but now that the Sword Dao Holy Land was surrounded by monks, as the Holy Son, he naturally couldn't be timid.
"Mu Qingyun, wash your neck, and I'll take your head."
