Jiang Ping has long been familiar with the fox and tiger power. After all, he is either hugging his thighs or on the way to hug his thighs, and occasionally pretends to be a big shot.

Faced with Jiang Ping's attitude of asking for guilt, the people of the Wuyue Sword Sect also had a headache. Are they wrong about this?

Of course there isn't.

It’s impossible for anyone to just take a hostage to let their Five Mountains Sword Sect submit. Then will they still have a reputation for so many years?

Will people praise their compassion?

No, they will only say that they are stupid, and then they will dare to go to the Wuyue Jianzong Mountain to drink when they take their hostages.

They are just a sect in the world and have no obligation to protect hostages.

But the parties asked them in person, but they could not say anything to refute.

Especially since the person involved was really very big, bigger than their Five Mountains Sword Sect, they had to bow their heads.

It was still the old man with white hair that showed up, and it was obvious that he had a high reputation in the Five Mountains Sword Sect and could almost represent the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

"Mr. Jiang, we handled this matter improperly. You can tell me what compensation you want. We will definitely do what we can do."

If you fight, you can't fight for the time being.

Because he really wanted to fight, Jiang Ping would not act like this, so he would just use a knife to do it.

But once their subsequent compensation cannot satisfy Jiang Ping, they will really make enemies with the Tianzun Palace.

The bigger the sect and the bigger the forces, the more they value reputation.

Otherwise, if they beat the young master today, would they dare to steal the female disciple tomorrow, and would they dare to point at the Tianzun's nose the day after tomorrow.

Of course they certainly dare not, but that's the reason.

For other people's little offenses, you are generous and forgiven. Others will say that you are broad-minded and have the spirit of a hero.

But if they slapped you in the face, you still have to forgive me. Others will only say that you are timid and cowardly and don’t deserve to use a knife and a sword, so you should go home to raise pigs.

Just now, the Five Mountains Sword Sect wanted to kill Jiang Ping. If they could forgive them, then let alone others, even the Five Mountains Sword Sect would say in their hearts, what is the Heavenly Venerable Palace, but that's it.

Of course, Jiang Ping didn't want to restore any reputation for the Tianzun Palace.

He just wanted to take advantage of the fact that he had the title of Young Lord and four beauties standing behind him, and then talk about the benefits first.

He stared at the old man with his eyes straight and made people feel scared, and then he said slowly

"I couldn't bear this. After all, my master is the old man Tianzun. Slapping me in the face is just a slap in her face.

But when I was young, I had an old age with Grand Master Nangong, and he also gave me a protective sword talisman and treated me like my nephew. I remember this love in my heart.

So for his sake, I won’t tell you about this.”

Nangong Xuanqi knew that Jiang Ping was selling his face, so he immediately raised his head and raised his chest, bowing his hands left and right, as if I had just done some small things and was not worth mentioning.

Well, it seems that boy Jiang is still good. Let Cangquan contact him more and get close to him in the future.

The rest of the great masters "..."

Do you know which side you are from?

Here, Jiang Ping changed his mind

"However, you almost killed me just now. If you don't give me an explanation for this, I really can't pass the hurdle in my heart.

So you have to promise me one thing.”

"What?"

The white-haired old man was ready to fight, but he felt that success or failure was the only way to do so.

If Jiang Ping proposed any conditions that they could not accomplish, then no matter who his master was, he would have to do it one.

Although mythical warriors are terrible, they will be defeated by the death of the net, and no one will get benefits.

"Ahem."

Jiang Ping cleared his throat, his face covered with a layer of idealist sacred glory

"As we all know, I am a man who regards dreams as stronger than life. If you can help me fulfill my dreams, then the matter of you almost killing me will be revealed."

"Please tell me, Mr. Jiang."

The old man with white hair looked cautious.

If Jiang Ping had any dreams of being rich and powerful in the world, they would have to do one.

After all, they want these dreams too.

Jiang Ping looked into the distance, and said in a tone of three-point sigh, four-point vicissitudes, and five-point excitement.

"Actually, I have another identity. I am a chef, a chef with superb cooking skills.

It was only when I had no choice but to embark on the road of martial arts. As a result, I practiced casually and realized the martial arts realm that I am today.

In the end, even the Heavenly Lord valued me, accepted me as his disciple, and wanted to pass on the Heavenly Lord Palace to me.

I……"

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

Coughs came one after another, as if everyone had an appointment to catch a cold at this time.

Even the four envoys standing behind Jiang Ping couldn't help but cover their thin lips with their hands, coughed lightly, and their bodies trembled slightly, and it seemed that they had to hold them in a very hard way.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Ping, who was immersed in his own emotions, came back to his senses.

"It's okay, Mr. Jiang, please continue to pretend, no, continue to say, you say, everyone is listening."

The old man with white hair was almost overwhelmed and his face turned red.

He has lived for nearly a hundred years and has never seen anyone who is so good at pretending. Even Nangong is 30% inferior to his skills.

"oh."

Jiang Ping calmed down and continued to play

“I have always had a dream, which is to let everyone in the world have a delicious meal.

Even the simplest ingredients can have excellent processing skills and perfect cooking techniques to present the greatest deliciousness.

If you realize the delicious taste in your taste buds, you will have the happiness of life and it is also my greatest expectation for food.

But this is not something I can do simply by myself.

so……"

Jiang Ping looked at the white-haired old man, swept over the others in the Wuyue Sword Sect, and said with deep expectations.

"I need your help."

The old man with white hair was numb by Jiang Ping's scalp. At this moment, he would rather Jiang Ping say what to pay him one hundred and eight hundred million taels of silver.

But he decided to take a look and talk about it, what if Jiang Ping makes a more unreliable request.

"How can Mr. Jiang want us to help?"

"I wonder if you have heard of the Cooking Art Exchange Association?"
Chapter completed!