"quiet!"

A light shout!

Qiu Daoyu stepped forward, and a momentum that seemed to be pressing down on the top of the mountain stopped the crowd from moving forward frantically.

It was as if there was a cliff ahead. He was obviously trying to die, but his instinct to survive held him tightly.

This is the spiritual suppression of the great master.

For those who are lower than their level, it is always unfavorable.

"hiss……"

Many master warriors who watched the fun outside took a breath.

This is actually a master of martial arts!

However, when everyone thought of Jiang Ping's new identity that the crowd had just revealed, they felt relieved.

The monster who can kill the great master with a sword is also a great master, and it seems not that strange.

Still so strange!

Thinking of the great master willing to be a servant, this kind of style is not comparable to that of a show just now.

So these originally reserved masters were also moved.

Well, it’s not because of some 100,000 taels of silver. I just think that Mr. Jiang is a good man and wants to make friends.

Of course, if Mr. Jiang kept his promise, they would reluctantly receive the 100,000 taels of silver.

Then……

The masters were holding ten taels of silver, and they were full of people who I was, where I was, and what I was doing.

Ten taels of silver?

Has his own unique skills been replaced?

It's like a fucking dream.

A group of masters were in tears and looked at Jiang Ping, who was surrounded by the crowd, and looked at him as if he had just been snatched the cake from his hand.

One hour later.

The crowd gradually dissipated, but some people still looked strange like monkeys in the zoo.

Jiang Ping rubbed his face, and in order to maintain his humble and gentlemanly image, his face almost froze.

Especially those group of masters of evil pens, Made, do you have a lot of experience as this young master? Do you care about your skills?

Is the basic exercise bad?

Do you have to use your own unique skills to show off?

One by one, you took advantage of me, and my son was cheated of you.

Jiang Ping wanted to curse when he saw it.

If the task progress was not almost completed, he would have given these ungrateful masters some color on the spot.

Alas, it's so hard for me to upgrade.

Jiang Ping sighed.

Then he saw a young man with a somewhat cringe look walked up to him and asked:

"Doesn't you really have to learn it and you will get 100,000 taels of silver?"

Jiang Ping nodded and then said:

"Stay rest today, come again tomorrow."

The boy was naturally Ye Huan, and he begged:

"Don't, brother, I've been waiting outside for a long time, so you can be comfortable. Add another one, it's not easy for me to go down the mountain."

Seeing the boy looking a little tired, Jiang Ping shook his head:

"No, this is the rule."

Then he took out ten taels of silver from the silver box and threw it into the boy's arms:

"Seeing that you are so weak, I'd better buy some wolfberry to replenish it."

After saying that, he stood up and walked back and forth.

Ye Huan wanted to catch up, but was blocked by Qiu Daoyu. He had to sigh and shout at Jiang Ping:

"Then brother, I'll come early tomorrow. Remember I'm the first one!"

Jiang Ping waved his hand back.

Ye Huan bit the ten taels of silver in his hand, first happy, then envious.

When can he regard ten taels of silver as dirt?

...

the next day.

When Jiang Ping arrived at the money-issuing site, he saw a group of people lined up.

He nodded in satisfaction, as it seemed that the promotional effect yesterday was quite good.

It's worth his effort to write such a perfect script, especially the passage about his character, which describes his own image in a very detailed way. It's so appropriate.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people coming today.

I think it's all for his character.

The first one is Ye Huan Ye Manor.

He didn't go back yesterday, but just had a meal, and he fucked with Qiu Daoyu here.

Qiu Daoyu is guarding the silver, while he is guarding Qiu Daoyu.

At this moment, he was still holding the meat buns left last night in his hand, and was eating happily.

Although it was a little cold, for a person who had been hungry for three days and wanted to grab food from mice, the bun was still delicious.

"Brother, you are here, do you want to eat buns?"

When Ye Huan saw Jiang Ping, he greeted him warmly.

"Thank you."

Jiang Ping politely declined: "I just ate it."

"Take your skills over. It depends on how confident you are. Don't cry back later."

Ye Huan nodded confidently and took out a secret book from his arms that turned yellow all over, even the cover fell off, the edges of the pages were broken, and the foot of the book was moldy.

"Brother, you inspect the goods."

This is a family heirloom secret book he took from under the table in the ancestral hall. I don’t know if it was the table to prevent insects, but the secret book was not eaten by the insects.

Speaking of this secret, he has read this since he was a child, and even memorized it.

After all, Ye Huan was also a peerless genius who was once a hundred years after his gambling father.

Unfortunately, I can't even learn my own martial arts, and I am still a low-quality warrior.

Jiang Ping took the secret book that seemed to be dissipated with the wind at any time and opened it and took a look.

What's the thing?

This scene seems a bit familiar.

Jiang Ping muttered in his heart and turned over again.

Heart Sword? Intention Sword?

what else?
Chapter completed!