The Magnificent God of War

"Yes!"

Huang Yuming said immediately.

He knew that in the East China Sea, Jiang Ning said no, and absolutely not allowed anyone to intervene in the East China Sea.

Not to mention that the person who came was bad and didn't give Tan's face at all. He deliberately stepped on Tan Xing's face in front of everyone, and showed no respect for the elders.

Jiang Ning would not be the slightest polite to such a person!

Huang Yuming left and immediately arranged.

And Jiang Ning walked to the pavilion outside.

"Drunk alone?"

He glanced and laughed, "Oh, it's tea."

"Mongcha is boring."

Jiang Ning sat down, poured himself a glass, and glanced at Tan Xing, "I'm too old to see through."

"no."

Tan Xing shook his head, frowning slightly, "I am not upset because I lose my face."

He looked up at Jiang Ning: "After I was scolded by your nose, I don't care about things like my face."

Speaking of which, Tan Xing's heart is strong, and he has to thank Jiang Ning.

"I just want the younger generation of Tan to remember how it feels to be humiliated."

He sighed, "Otherwise, one day I will be gone, who will carry the banner of the Tan family?"

Jiang Ning nodded.

He knows Tan Xing's hard work.

Tan Xing is not young anymore, but his bones are still healthy. From Jiang Ning's point of view, living in his 20s or 30s is not a problem at all.

But there is no younger generation of the Tan family to stand up, which is a big problem.

"That kid is indeed very strong, it should be a foot, buried in the strength of the great master, but I want to teach him, it's not a problem."

Tan Xing told the truth.

He glanced at Jiang Ning, "But this Fang family..."

He was afraid of this Fang family, who had never heard of it.

There is a circle of gangs, there are martial arts families with names and surnames, and he has basically heard of them, but he has never heard of people surnamed Fang.

This sudden appearance made Tan Xing somewhat suspicious.

"Have you heard of the martial arts family? The hidden family."

Jiang Ning took a sip of tea and said lightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Tan Xing's eyes shrank.

"Are they really still there?"

That's it.

Jiang Ning didn't say anything, but just smiled? Zero dyeing intention, zero love?, noncommittal.

Whether it really exists, you will know if you don't see it.

Looking at Jiang Ning’s expression, Tan Xing seemed to understand. He sighed: "You kid, you can really cause trouble. If the hidden martial arts family really exists, then they..."

"Each circle has rules for each circle. Since you don't even know whether they exist or not, then naturally, they can't easily interfere with our affairs."

Jiang Ning said, "If he wants to interfere, he has to ask me, agree or not!"

Tan Xing was silent for a long time without saying a word.

He poured himself a cup of tea, and poured another cup for Jiang Ning.

The tea was a bit cold, but the blood in his heart gradually boiled.

"I, Tan, if there is a young man like you, I will stand for him if he breaks the sky!"

A martial artist is not bloody, what is a martial artist?

"People always have to experience something to grow up. People like the Tan should already understand this truth."

Jiang Ning got up, "So don't worry, I will help you and teach them."

After speaking, Jiang Ning left.

Tan Xing looked at his back, laughed, shook his head, and then laughed again.

It's really not a pity to meet a young man who is so interesting for a lifetime.