Looking at the appearance of everyone in Yang Mansion, Jiang Shusheng sighed in his heart.
Yang Tianyou, the Marquis of Zhongyong, is not in the mansion. Now that a woman is in charge of the house, Yang's behavior is a bit more petty. At the same time, Tianyou doesn't know why, but he doesn't like being a holy king, so there really isn't much he can do to help.
"Now that everyone is here, let's get started."
Jiang Shusheng suddenly spoke.
He raised his hands to the upper left and praised: "The Holy King established the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty, which shocked the ten places and reached the Nine Netherworlds. Now he wants to reform the system and create the thunder, fire, Fight, water and other eight parts."
"It is in the sky and will never fall down from time immemorial."
His eyes swept over the faces of the people below him one by one, with a solemn expression: "This is the luck of the world, the blessing of all souls, and it is also an opportunity for you to make achievements and rise to the top."
"Today, Fuyue Sword Immortal Hanxiang has joined the Doubu and led his own army to complete Doubu's Ji Yao evil evil god position. Doumu Shenjun has issued an order to grant the Yang Mansion three regular army positions, directly under Doumu. Under his command, he will be listed as a reserve army. In the future, he can be admitted to the Doubu divine register, enjoy worship in the world, and have a life span of three hundred."
"This time the quota will be decided by me personally." Jiang Shusheng stood up suddenly and touched his palm in front of him. He saw a spear seeming to grow slowly from the space in front of him.
Holding the gun in hand, move forward.
An abyss-like aura radiated around, and the entire banquet hall fell silent.
"If you are interested... come forward."
The words fell.
Yang Rong, Yang Jing, and Yang Yuan all stood up and marched out, each holding a weapon in their hands, obviously well prepared.
As for the rest of the younger generation in the Yang family, no one dared to cross the line. In the end, they all looked at Yang Gang.
There are only four loyal men of this generation. In addition to Yang Rong and Yang Yuan, the first wife, and Yang Jing, the third child of the second wife, Yang Gang was also eligible to compete for this spot.
Entering the Doubu headquarters is a supreme honor, and the benefits it brings are countless.
but.
Because of the past events, this despicable son of a crazy woman was despised by everyone in the Yang family. Now he has become a despicable son-in-law... Everyone's eyes couldn't help but become meaningful. Does he really have the courage to fight for this place?
Yang Gang sat down next to Han Xiang and gently called "Auntie".
Han Xiang nodded slightly, looking calm and gentle, as if she didn't seem to be too close to him. It felt like Yang Gang was deliberately trying to distance himself.
Listening to Jiang Shusheng's words echoed in the banquet hall.
Yang Gang frowned slightly.
It turns out that the Beidou Pojun God General visited the Yang Mansion many times, not for anything else, but to persuade Hanxiang to join the Douban and complete the role of the Douban's main god. Hanxiang's purpose in letting herself come was to get a spot for herself.
So, when Hanxiang became the leader of the Doubu, why did he give Yang Mansion three places in the Doubu headquarters?
Yang Gang's thoughts changed and he already understood in his heart. These three quotas may be exchanged for Hanxiang joining Doubu. As for whether the Yang family has any help or benefits... there is a high probability.
This is an aristocratic family. Their wealth and connections have been woven into a huge network, firmly controlling the top resources in the world.
Only the Holy King is sitting high in the clouds, looking down at the people of the world, like poison in a jar. His gaze is directed towards the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, and the Four Seas, hoping to establish a supreme immortal dynasty that will never fall.
This is the meaning of forming the Eight Divisions of Heaven and this selection.
suddenly.
Yang Gang felt a delicate and soft hand gently hold his palm under the table.
"You will do as I say in a moment." Han Xiang's voice, as thin as a mosquito's, reached Yang Gang's ears.
"Entering the Eight Great Tribes is like entering the Qingyun. This is an opportunity to help you get rid of the influence of your son-in-law and low status. From now on, you will no longer be controlled by others and can be beaten and killed at will. In the future, you will have more opportunities to obtain the merits of the Immortal Dynasty!"
As he spoke, wisps of cold moonlight breath slowly passed from Han Xiang's palm into Yang Gang's palm. The cold current traveled throughout his body, causing Yang Gang to shiver subconsciously and almost shout out.
Jiang Shusheng on the side glanced at the two of them, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, and then turned his head away, seemingly not noticing anything unusual.
"Hanxiang...aunt."
A warm current arose in Yang Gang's heart. The two were strangers and had only met once in that dilapidated yard. Why was she so kind to him? He even hesitated to join the fighting club and fell from the outside world to the mortal world, just to get a spot for himself.
Yang Gang understood that Han Xiang was really doing it for his own good.
Mrs. Lin, the mistress of the Yang Palace, was in charge of all matters in the inner palace. The wife had royal orders, and sometimes even Zhongyong Marquis Yang Tianyou had to listen to her opinions on some matters.
Last time I killed two guards, I, who was originally unknown, had already entered some people's sight in advance.
The son-in-law has a low status and a low status. The power of life and death is in the hands of others. All he needs is an excuse...
Hanxiang had found a way out for him in advance.
A beautiful woman is very kind to you, but you don’t know how to repay her?
It's a pity that Yang Gang doesn't know how to transmit messages from his heart, so he can only signal Han Xiang with his eyes, saying that he doesn't need her to make such a sacrifice.
However, the beauty did not squint her eyes or even glance at Yang Gang.
And there was no response.
In the blink of an eye, wisps of cold current converged in the body and turned into a small crescent-shaped sword. Then the small sword trembled slightly and changed its shape little by little, disguising itself as a long sword of ice and snow.
"Remember Aunt Hanxiang three times for a while, and 'it' will help you." Hanxiang's cold voice sounded in her heart.
Yang Gang shook his head slightly, still wanting to refuse.
"Idiot." A voice whispered in his ear.
Yang Gang only felt a small hand gently support his waist, and he jumped into the air uncontrollably, rolled around and landed next to Yang Rong and the others.
call--
A long knife fell from the sky, and the handle fell into Yang Gang's hand. Outside the banquet hall, a guard looked blank and looked down at the empty scabbard in his hand.
"this...."
Yang Gang looked helpless, and even prepared a knife for himself. It seemed that he was really going to catch the duck.
However, even without Han Xiang's Crescent Sword Qi that turned the sword into a sword, and with the domineering Burning Sky Sword, fighting with the other three, there is really no telling who will win.
"good."
Jiang Shusheng nodded with a smile and said politely: "I have heard for a long time that the four sons of the Yang family are all extraordinary. Let Jiang come and give it a try today!" After that, he waved the spear.
He faced Yang Rong who was standing first.
"Anyone who can take a shot from me today can join the fighting department as a general."
"What?"
Yang Rong's expression suddenly changed, which was unexpected.
What a joke! After taking a shot from the Beidou Breaking Army God General, do you think you are a strong person in the Yuanshen Realm?
He originally thought that the so-called school test was for a few of him to compete, but he was already prepared to beat Yang Gang violently. Who would have thought this was the case?
Without waiting for Yang Rong's reaction.
"Be careful." Jiang Shusheng had a playful look on his face, stood on the throne and stabbed him from a distance.
'Pfft~'
The air collapsed, and the spear sank into the void little by little.
The next moment, the gun head seemed to travel through time and space and appeared in front of Yang Rong.
'Ding~'
Yang Rong felt the horror of a life-and-death crisis coming, and instinctively slashed out with all his strength.
Sparks flew.
A severing knife flew up into the air and plunged deeply into the roof beam with a clang.
Yang Rong was sweating coldly, his face was pale, and he stood there blankly holding the half-cut knife, but he was not hurt in any way.
Jiang Shusheng was obviously merciful and controlled his power very accurately.
"Next one." Jiang Shusheng swept away with his gun without giving others a chance to react.
Sanlang Yang of the Yang family, Yang Jing, looked calm, and when he held out the long sword in his hand, there was a whistling sound.
"The Raging Wind Sword passed down by my grandfather." A Yang family member said.
'Ding-ding-dang-dang' The long sword landed on the spear eleven times in a row, catching, leading, transforming, and entangling it. The sword was moving and the wind was whistling, full of power. At the same time, Yang Jing retreated step by step, the spear following him like a shadow.
In the blink of an eye, we arrived at the plank road to the banquet hall door.
