Gao Wu: I can plunder everything

Jiang Mingyang plundered the Sword of Holy Light, firstly to find out if psychic weapons can be plundered, and secondly because he was jealous of the rare characteristics of the Sword of Holy Light, which can attack and defend at the same time and can also heal.

Anyway, he already has two psychic weapons, and one more will not be much of a burden.

But what he didn't expect was that after the plundered psychic weapon entered his body, it was not swallowed by the abyss, but instead traveled along the meridians into the Dantian.

After entering the Dantian, the Sword of Holy Light did not revolve around the Yin-Yang Spirit Seed like the Golden Crow.

As soon as it entered the Dantian, it was scattered into countless holy light golden sands and was completely swallowed by the Yin-Yang Spirit Seed.

In the attribute interface, the gestation progress of the Yin-Yang Spirit Seed actually increased by 1%.

Psychic Weapon 1: Yin-Yang (gestating, progress 2%).

"This ancestor is too difficult to raise. Devouring a Sword of Holy Light only increases the progress by 1%.

If it is fully gestated and born, at least 100 psychic weapons are needed..."

Jiang Mingyang was quite excited just now, but when he finished the conversion, he felt unwell.

Although a method to accelerate the breeding of Yin-Yang Spirit Seeds was found, it was too difficult.

At this stage, few people except Tianjiao can possess spiritual weapons.

If he killed 100 Tianjiaos, he would be hacked to death without the church targeting him.

If you want to fully breed Yin-Yang Spirit Seeds, the best time is after the foundation building stage.

The official turned into ashes and dissipated, and Jiang Mingyang also woke up from the shock.

He bowed deeply to Guo Sibo's grave, then slowly stood up and said, "Brother, are you satisfied with my arrangement?

You are worried that my sister-in-law is helpless, so I let him take over my business.

You are worried that Xiaoyu will be bullied, so I asked the elders of the eight major families and the highest governor of China to protect her.

You don't have to worry about anything, and the country will not disappoint the heroes. Even if I don't do it, I will stand up for you!

I swear on my life that I will protect the country you protect and the hometown you love for you.

The ancient country of China is very big, but there is not a single extra piece of land.

My heart is very small and cannot tolerate a trace of humiliation and contempt. Those who offend China will be retaliated!"

Jiang Mingyang turned around and looked at everyone. His voice was not loud but solemn and solemn, and it struck everyone's heart heavily.

Every word he said was like a war declaration, a crazy, hysterical, and desperate war declaration.

His eyes were crazy and hot, as if they could burn everyone's reason and the whole world.

Everyone who looked at him could confirm 100% that he was a madman, a complete and desperate madman.

But knowing that he was a madman, everyone was so excited that they wanted to charge under him and restore the glory of the Chinese nation together.

Under Jiang Mingyang's seemingly playful and unruly appearance, he hid an obsession that was even crazier than Duan Qing.

Maybe Duan Qing saw this in him, and maybe Han Feng needed him for this.

Throughout Jiang Mingyang's speech, Han Feng was full of praise and encouragement, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.

The funeral was solemn and simple, which was very consistent with the formal practices of the Chinese high-level officials.

After executing the eunuchs and offering sacrifices to Guo Sibo's spirit in heaven, the funeral ended solemnly.

Jiang Mingyang and his old friends in Thorn City exchanged a few words with a smile, and then returned to Thorn City under the leadership of Wen Tianzhan.

The church has bad intentions towards Thorn City. In order to reduce unnecessary variables, all personnel related to Thorn City must stay in Thorn City.

If it weren't for Guo Sibo's funeral, they would have no chance to return to Earth.

After saying goodbye to the people in Thorn City, reporters swarmed around, but were blocked by Han Feng's smile.

At Han Feng's signal, Jiang Mingyang got in the car and the driver took him back to Jingyun Teahouse.

The rest of the matter had nothing to do with Jiang Mingyang, and that was what Han Feng was good at handling.

Jiang Mingyang was already very strong, and under Han Feng's deliberate guidance, he merged with national pride, attracting the new generation to worship him.

The whole country was united, and the cohesion was unprecedented.

Among the countless reporters, Yao Yutong was active in mind. She didn't rush to interview Han Feng like others.

After she saw Jiang Mingyang leave, she quietly withdrew from the crowd and drove the news car to follow.

No words along the way, arriving at Jingyun Teahouse.

Jiang Mingyang returned to the room and was about to take a nice bath when the door was knocked.

"What's going on? Who's looking for me at this time?"

Jiang Mingyang frowned and murmured, then turned around and opened the door.

"Why is it you?"

Looking at the beauty standing outside the door, Jiang Mingyang frowned slightly, somewhat unwilling to let her in.

"I said that I will always follow you until I defeat you."

Jiang Ziyue's beautiful eyes were burning, and she didn't care about Jiang Mingyang's attitude at all.

"Sister, please forgive me. You will never be able to defeat me. Do you want to follow me forever?"

Jiang Mingyang complained with a dark face, and Jiang Ziyue said indifferently: "You can't predict the future. Who can predict the future?"

"Damn it, believe it or not, I will knock you out and make you unable to find me for the rest of your life."

Jiang Mingyang threatened with a cold face, his eyes swishing around, obviously thinking of a bad idea.

Jiang Ziyue took out the admission letter, patted it in Jiang Mingyang's arms, and said as she walked to the room: "I am a freshman at Dongsheng University, and this is my admission certificate.

I am under the order of Principal Duan to take care of your food, clothing, and daily life, and stay with you all the time."

"What!"

Jiang Mingyang screamed in shock. He never dreamed that Duan Qing would dig a girl so well.

It has only been a short time since the Jiang family recruited the first female warrior of the new generation to Dongsheng College.

"If that's the case, I don't mind sacrificing my looks."

Jiang Mingyang was overjoyed. He regarded Dongsheng College as his home, and he was happier than anyone else that Dongsheng was strong.

The most important thing is that with Jiang Ziyue joining, plus Lin Xiling and others, even if he didn't participate in the rookie competition, he would be the first place.

Jiang Mingyang smiled flatteringly and was about to close the door when the girl's cry rang out in the corridor again, "Don't close the door, don't close the door..."

"Who is it again? Is it so difficult for me to take a shower?"

Jiang Mingyang's face darkened again, and he leaned into the corridor to look, just in time to see Yao Yutong holding a microphone, followed by a cameraman running all the way.

"Huh, huh, huh, you promised me to do an interview, is it still counted?"

Yao Yutong was sweating and panting, and her big eyes were full of charm and pleading.

Now, Jiang Mingyang is a hot news figure. If she can do a personal interview with him, Yao Yutong's identity as the top news anchor will be confirmed.

"How can I not count what I promised Sister Yutong?"

Jiang Mingyang smiled and opened the door, and Yao Yutong walked in happily.

The cameraman who followed behind, with eyes full of admiration, also walked in with his head turned back every few steps.

"I have nothing to do recently, and I have enough time for you to interview. Before the interview, can I take a shower first?"

Jiang Mingyang asked with a smile, giving Yao Yutong enough face. When the cameraman looked at Yao Yutong, it was like looking at a big boss in the industry.

What a close relationship it takes to achieve this level.

Yao Yutong shrugged and smiled, "The guest follows the host's wishes."