Although Jian Chen knew the ambition of the family, he did not expect the elder to tell these things unscrupulously, which made him feel awkward, but he also knew that the reason why he wanted to invite himself to join the family was In fact, I want to control the Guangshi Shengshi Trade Union through myself. In this way, not only can we control the Guangshi Shengshi Trade Union, but we also get a strong person like the President of the Guangming Holy Masters Union. Let the strength of the family rise.

However, with the character of Jian Chen, it is absolutely not allowed to become a **** in the hands of others. "The elders, thank you for your kindness, but I am afraid that you will be disappointed."

The eyes of the elders suddenly became fierce, as if the two squirting swords were closely staring at the sword dust, and they whispered: "Yang Yutian, are you still unwilling to be the internal elders of my family?"

"Yes!" Jian Chen's eyes and the elders looked at each other without fear.

The two men’s eyes were tightly opposed, as if they were going to collide with a fierce spark in midair. After such a scene lasted for a while, the elders finally regained their gaze and sighed: "But, since you have decided, the old man also Don't force you, Yang Yutian, go out!"

Jian Chen quietly retreated, and there was only a big elder in the room who still sat there drinking tea.

"Unfortunately, it is a pity that such a talented person, but can not be used for my family." After half a ring, the elder elder gave a sigh, and immediately appeared a jade in his hand, without hesitation.

At the same time, within the eight major families, the powers of the eight major families moved in unison, and they took out a piece of jade broken into two halves from the space ring.

"Hands!"

......

After coming out of the palace of the elders, the Zhajia family leader who led him came over. The sword dust had to go to the main hall according to the memory in his mind.

Jian Chen went all the way to the main hall of the deliberation. I saw that several of the top ten people in the main hall had left. In addition to guarding the two guards of the main hall, only Yang Ling was alone. .

In the eyes of Jian Chen, there is a flash of glare, and my heart has already understood that the attitude of treating the family has changed a lot. "Mr. Yang Ling, let's go!"

Yang Ling got up and walked out of the empty hall. His face was cold and followed by Jian Chen. He walked silently toward the gate of Zhajia. Until Jian Chen left the house, no one came out to send him, and there was no sound of retention.

"Back to the General Labor Union!" Jian Chen and Yang Ling got on the carriage and said directly to the coachman.

The luxury carriage marked with the logo of the Guangshi Shengshi Trade Union turned in the direction of the General Union. Inside the carriage, the sword dust sits on the knees and meditates, and the light in his eyes flickers. As for Yang Ling, it is still expressionless, sitting facelessly and calmly.

"This time I went to tie a family. I not only refused to become an elder of the family, but I also learned from the mouth of the elders that the plan for the future of Zhajia has invisibly made me stand in a position of opposition. Zhajia must definitely do it to me. For the next period of time, I must be more careful.” Jian Chen’s heart secretly thought that he could not fear the eight big families, but he had to be careful when he faced the family. But it is equivalent to the powerful existence of the ancient family.

"I must be a seventh-order Guangyi sage as soon as possible. Once I become the seventh-order Guangsheng sect, I will leave here. The things between the tying and the sacred priests are inherently inactive." Jian Chen’s heart is dark, but Immediately, I thought of the words that the elders finally said to themselves.

"Yang Yutian, I hope you don't forget that the president of Guangming Shengshi Trade Union is your master. Although the feelings between your teachers and apprentices are not deep, the president is very attached to you and has great expectations. It is to treat you as the pillar of the future of the Guangshi Shengshi Trade Union. I have to let me wait."

Thinking of this, there was a slight hesitation between the shadows of Jian Chen.

At this moment, the carriage of the sword dust suddenly swayed violently, and stopped at a rapid speed, and there was a loud noise from the carriage.

Yang Ling, who was sitting close to the sword dust and closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes. The figure flashed out of the carriage, while the Jian Chen was as stable as Taishan’s sitting in the carriage. His knowledge had already seen the situation outside. Clearly.

At this time, Yang Ling entered the carriage and said: "Master Yang Yutian, the carriage ran too fast, some accidents, and a child was injured."

"Go look!" Jian Chen said in a whisper, then went out with Yang Ling at the same time, and saw a young man about eleven years old. The thin and thin girl was fainting on the ground, her forehead had been hit. Broken, bright red blood stained the entire face, the little girl wearing cheap clothes, obviously not a wealthy person.

At the side of the little girl, a middle-aged woman with a simple appearance and a simple dress is screaming at the little girl and crying deeply: "Daughter, my daughter, you must have something, mother is only you." Daughter, if you have any accidents, how can you let my mother live..."

Seeing this scene, the sword dust brows slightly wrinkled, staring at the coachman with a reproachful look, and shouting; "How did you catch the car?"

The old man who drove the car was slightly white and shivered: "The esteemed light sage master is the naughty little girl who ran to the middle of the road."

"Respected Master of the Light, save this little girl..."

"This little girl is very poor, respected the bright sage master, you must not see death or death...."

"Respected Master of Light, the poor little girl was injured by your carriage, you must save her..."

.....

There are so many pedestrians on this street, and many people gathered around them very quickly. Many people have said to Jian Chen.

At this time, the little girl’s mother squatted in front of Jian Chen’s head and pleaded with enthusiasm; “The dear Guangming sage master, I only have this daughter, she is my life, pleading. You can save my daughter, if my daughter has three long and two short, then I don't want to live..."

Jian Chen helped the middle-aged woman to help, and said softly: "Auntie, you can rest assured, I will save your daughter." Sword, Jian Chen went directly to the little girl who fell to the ground and was unconscious. Blood has flowed from the head of the little girl and has been pooled into a small blood beach on the ground.

Jian Chen stared at the wound on the forehead of the little girl and saw a flash of inexplicable light in his eyes. Immediately, his right hand was slightly lifted up, and a soft light of the Holy Spirit slowly came to the right hand. This light is not in the Holy Spirit. Soft, but with a glimpse of the only people who are the same as the Holy Master.

At this moment, the sudden change, only the little girl’s mother’s left hand was lightly printed on the back of Jian Chen’s back. Immediately, there was a chilly breath that swung out from the middle of the middle-aged woman’s palm and entered the sword dust. In the body, at the same time, in the right hand of the middle-aged woman, a short sword appeared quietly, and the neck of the sword dust was drawn away with lightning.

All of this happened between the electric and the flint, and there was no sign of it, so that many people around the bus have not yet returned.

"Be careful!" Yang Ling's pupils shrank, his eyes suddenly became fierce, and a burst of drink reminded Jian Chen, and immediately rushed toward the middle-aged woman.

Although Yangling is a sky sage, middle-aged women are too close to Jian Chen, and the speed of shooting is as fast as lightning. Yang Ling simply has no time to rescue.

Seeing that the short sword in the hands of middle-aged women is going to stab the neck of Jian Chen, a white mang flashes away, and even shoots at the speed of several times faster than the short sword to the middle-aged woman’s eyebrows. The light and holy force gathered in the hands of Jian Chen instantly condensed into a raindrop and white light.

The short sword stopped three inches from the neck of Jian Chen, and a blood hole appeared in the eyebrows of middle-aged women.

At this time, Yang Ling also arrived, directly with a strong force of the Holy Spirit on the back of middle-aged women, and suddenly, the body of middle-aged women flew out.

At the same time, the unconscious girl lying on the ground suddenly opened her eyes, and her mouth was slightly open. A needle with the size of an embroidery needle spouted from her mouth and shot directly at the eyebrow of Jian Chen.

In the eyes of Jian Chen, the gods flashed, and the sharp weapon ejected from the mouth of the little girl hovered down from his three inches. He slowly fell into his hand under the control of Jian Chen’s idea, which was a handle-only finger size. The little sword, the small sword is dark, and it is obviously contaminated with poison.

Jian Chen looked at the little sword in his hand, his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

"Looking for death!" Yang Ling was furious, and the power of the sacred outburst broke out on his fist, and he ruthlessly rushed to the little girl lying on the ground.

The little girl looked calm and jumped directly from the ground. The palms of the two were slightly open, and the power of the Holy Spirit came together, colliding with the fists of Yang Ling.

"Touch!" With a muffled sound, the afterglow of energy erupted from the battle between Yangling and the little girl, causing a crack in the ground.

Yang Ling's face changed slightly, and the footsteps stepped back a few steps. He stared incredulously at the little girl who was only twelve or three years old. He exclaimed: "Six turns to the sky!"

Suddenly, more than a dozen people who watched the excitement rushed out of the crowd, holding a dagger in their hands and stabbing the sword dust.

"Yang Yutian master is careful, they are killers!" Yang Ling snorted and his face became dignified. A giant sword with a red body appeared in his hand and rushed directly to the dozens.

More than a dozen killers immediately divided six people to hold Yangling, and the rest of them all rushed toward Jian Chen. They were all indifferent, but there was no trace of murder.

Jian Chen’s gaze finally moved away from the small sword on the palm of his hand, staring calmly at the black man who rushed to himself. The corner of his mouth showed a sneer and whispered: "But let’s test me. The power of the magical magic. "Since the paintings, the dust has spent ten days in the Guangming Priest General Union to continue to enlighten the magic of the gods, making him more powerful in the light of the gods. It is.

"The sky is raining!" Jian Chen whispered, and the light of the Holy Power between the heavens and the earth quickly came to him. This time, the speed of condensation was several times faster than when it was last applied. In an instant, the sword The dusty body is covered with countless raindrops that emit bright light.

Ps: Continue to write a chapter. ~

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