I'm afraid that the various competition rules set by Taixu Pavilion will turn into waste paper on the spot. Jiang Wang bet on the relative fairness created by his life's reputation... will be trampled on the ground.

Brother Hong asked such a question, waiting to see Brother Jiang’s weakness.

In the face of worldly hegemony, all the hard bones are jokes waiting to be broken.

Although he had seen the results in advance, Wei Xuanche was still curious about how this person would answer.

This young man, who was "ordinary in appearance, ordinary talent, shallow mind, not much reading... is quite reliable." He has gained a lot of success, and he has experience in facing success.

But how will you face the failure of your ideals?

"It's too hasty." Jiang Wang said.

"Hasty... Did Zhenhe Zhenjun talk about this game or something?" Wei Huang asked.

He understood the word completely. But he still wanted to confirm it.

Watching the convergence of wind and clouds on the river platform, although he had already sat here, his position might not be stable. Wei State was in the four battles, and every step of his choice was very important.

"Good man, please spare me! My surname is Su, and my name is Xiuxing. A person from Jiaoheng County, Weiguo..."

After returning from that nameless valley, Jiang Wang actually remembered this passage again and again.

He has extraordinary practice in the Śrāvaka path. When he thinks of a person, he usually thinks of his voice first.

Of course, there is no deep relationship with Su Xiuxing, and he doesn't think that Su Xiuxing, who has been a killer, should not be killed. Even if he was a little cruel at the beginning, Su Xiuxing's life should have ended in Qingyang Town. It is this fate to eat this bowl of rice.

But when Su Xiuxing dissipated in the air, he was everywhere and nothing existed.

His feelings were very different.

It is not the pain of the death of an old friend, but the disappearance of a person he knows and is not very important to the death of more strangers.

I always feel that... this person died too hasty.

This is not a war where both sides have been put in a cage and must use all their best to kill their opponents.

Su Xiuxing was killed not because he had been a killer, not because he had no way to work in hell, not because he hurt someone or hindered his interests... not even because he was called Su Xiuxing.

There is no other reason, just because he is from Wei and an extraordinary monk.

Someone simply drew a line there, and the name of the line is "Extraordinary"... Those who cross the line will die. It is not limited to personality or age, and it has nothing to do with what you do.

Even people who don’t cross the line accidentally hit the edge and will “accidentally”.

Jiang Wang asked himself that he was not a compassionate person who was afraid of hurting the lives of ants. He was also used to the cruelty in the world. He just felt that... people should not die like this.

"The murderer is too high." Jiang Wang said: "He regards human lives as seedlings and weeds, and simply divides them and then swings his knife - some are left behind, some are cut off. Large pieces are cut off."

"Does Zhenjun Zhenhe think this person is too vicious?" Hong Junyan asked.

Jiang Wang said: "This is not even within the scope of the judgment of good and evil... I cannot regard it as a human being."

Hong Junyan's tone was deliberately weird: "I thought Zhenhe Zhenjun would be reserved, but I didn't expect to say so dare."

"No one doesn't let me speak, and no one stops you from speaking." Jiang Wang didn't take him, but said: "Who did the monks in the two counties of the State of Wei were slaughtered. It remains to be investigated. I got the news that Han Shentu, the great master of the Legalists, has gone to Liheng City to investigate the matter specifically."

He always maintained respect and politeness to the Emperor of Snow Country, but he couldn't help but feel a little resentful: "If Brother Hong has tangible evidence and wants to stand up and prove anyone, you might as well speak out. You have the ability to conquer mountains and rivers, and you also have the fierce discussions in the world, so you won't let the murderer escape responsibility."

Hong Junyan pressed his hand on the chair with one hand and turned around. At this moment, there was a bitter frost wind, like a snow field thousands of miles away.

This face, which suddenly became serious, became deeper and more majestic under the chisel of the frost knife.

A king determines life and death with one word. He raises the edge of mountains and rivers and carries out a thousand years of karma. His power and blessings are self-centered, and his power is in the hands. The emperor's wrath is a million corpses and blood is drifting away!

Jiang Wang stood quietly and still laughed.

"Brother Jiang!" said the emperor of Xueyuan: "I heard that you have been looking for the gods for a long time... If I help you find him out, or even capture him and kill him, how will you repay me?"

Rumble!

On the martial arts stage, there was a thunder roar.
Chapter completed!