Huh? This doesn't seem to be the voice of Master Yang?
Xu Wenjun flashed a strange color in his eyes.
Zhao Yingying They were refreshed. If nothing happened to Yang Ling, maybe things could turn around?
This is a strong man who can capture Jiang Zhuo alive!
At this time, Qilin Head surged slowly, and Liquid Metal flowed to both sides of the temples, revealing the face of Yang Ling.
"Master Yang!?"
Xu Wenjun is a little confused, isn't this right? Does the other party have two sets...Divine Weapon Armor?
Hiss!
Xu Wenjun took a deep breath in his heart. He is Fifth-Rank Minor Grandmaster, his father is Third-Rank Grandmaster, and he is still a senior executive in the Iron Clothes Department.
He is very clear about the cost of Divine Weapon Armor.
This is no ordinary Divine Weapon. Even the Divine Weapon Armor of the same grade requires more than ten times, or even dozens of times, the materials to create than the Divine Weapon of the same grade!
There are very few strong people with Divine Weapon Armor in Zhao State, but there are two strong people with Divine Weapon Armor...
Xu Wenjun I really can't think of it.
Zhao Yingying suddenly glanced at Black Fish Island Master, then looked at the head in Yang Ling's hand, and a terrible thought arose in his heart.
"Master Yang... He is Mingling Sect Third-Rank Grandmaster Jiang Li?"
Zhao Yingying asked cautiously.
Third-Rank Grandmaster!? Him!?
Qin Kunlun subconsciously looked at the head in Yang Ling's hand, and his scalp suddenly felt numb!
Xu Wenjun's reaction was even slower than that of Zhao Yingying. It wasn't until she spoke that he gradually came back to his senses and his pupils shrank sharply.
It's not his fault. He knows Third-Rank Grandmaster better than ordinary people and has never thought of this possibility!
"Really? Impossible? It must be some kind of misunderstanding? This person is probably not Jiang Li."
"My father told me personally that if he faced a master like Jiang Li, the outcome would probably be only 50-50."
"Even if there is a gap in strength, it is impossible for both sides to win over the other. If Third-Rank Grandmaster wants to leave, who can stay unless they are absolutely crushed by strength?"
Thoughts flashed in Xu Wenjun's mind.
Until I was interrupted by the voice of Yang Ling.
"This person is Mingling Sect Lower Third-Rank Grandmaster Jiang Li. His strength is average. This time he is chasing Rong Tribe for Jiang Zhuo."
Yang Ling smiled and said, "Jiang Zhuo is his nephew. After a fierce battle, I captured Jiang Li's head. You don't have to be afraid. He can't afford to make trouble now."
"Master Yang is so amazing that we admire him!"
Black Fish Island Master and the senior management around him suddenly knelt on the ground and shouted loudly, with high respect on their faces.
"Master Yang is amazing!"
Zhao Yingying clasped his fists and bowed ninety degrees.
Xu Qingnian and Qin Kunlun reacted and quickly followed suit.
The Iron Clothes and Grain Transport Worker on board were already extremely excited and saluted one after another.
"Yang Ling He... can already behead Lower Third-Rank Grandmaster?"
Xu Wenjun couldn't react for a long time, this incident had such a huge impact on him.
He knew that the person in front of him was extremely talented, so he had already decided to follow him up the ladder.
It's just... isn't this pace a little too fast?
It has only been a while since the opponent's strength has become so strong...
He looked at Jiang Li and murmured in his heart:
"He can behead Jiang Li, and he can also behead my father..."
"Old Xu, why are you dazed? We are about to enter Beijing. We should go through some procedures, right?"
Yang Ling's voice once again captured Xu Wenjun's thoughts.
Xu Wenjun did not answer this question and whispered:
"Master Yang... How could you behead Lower Third-Rank Grandmaster? Your cultivation level..."
Zhao Yingying They looked at Yang Ling eagerly.
"Oh, I'm still Fourth Rank."
"Promoting to Third Rank is not as easy as you think."
"As for this Jiang Li... he lost to me because he was careless and didn't think about escaping."
"Otherwise, given his cultivation level, I would never be able to chop off his head if he really wanted to escape."
Yang Ling lowered his head and glanced at Jiang Li.
Jiang Li's face turned green and white. Of course he knew that if he ran away from the beginning, or ran away in the middle of the fight, the opponent would not be able to behead him in eight lifetimes.
The whole thing is that he was too careless, fighting the opponent to the point of exhaustion and giving the opponent a chance.
But...
Can a Fourth-Rank Grandmaster do this?
Even if the other party has practiced two First-class Internal Skill, it's still impossible, right?
"If I add two more First-class Martial Skills, they won't be able to defeat me. There are still some problems here!"
Jiang Li glanced at the body that had been damaged by Poison Devouring Burst, and a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes.
Oh! It turns out that the other party was just careless!
Xu Wenjun was inexplicably relieved, but immediately felt something was wrong.
Lower Third-Rank Grandmaster Did we have to suffer such a disaster just because of a careless decision?
This is completely different from the Lower Third Rank he knows!
"One Jiang Zhuo and one Jiang Li. This time I return to Zhao State and I should be able to smoothly take the seat of the Command Department Third Branch."
"I don't know what kind of reward the superiors can give me. Old Xu You have enough experience. Can you give me a thorough explanation first?"
Yang Ling said.
"Reward..."
Xu Wenjun's expression changed. He stopped thinking about Jiang Li and began to seriously consider this reward:
"The treasures of the thirteen clippers were lost along the way, but they are worth at least thirty-five million taels."
"According to the rules of Zhao State, at least 30% of this property will be directly converted to us."
"This reward does not require too many procedures. It only needs approval from Directorate of Ceremonial and a nod from Grand Secretary."
After a pause, "As for Jiang Zhuo and Jiang Li..."
"According to past rules, if a Lower Fourth-Rank Grandmaster can capture a Rong Tribe alive, it can be rewarded with a Second-rate Internal Skill, or something of equivalent value."
"But Jiang Zhuo is Heavenly Wolf General, Upper Fourth Rank... He may also be practicing First-class Internal Skill himself!"
Xu Wenjun looked at Yang Ling eagerly:
"Master Yang, your reward may be a First-class Internal Skill..."
The reward is so generous? Yang Ling's expression moved, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was reasonable.
Zhao State and Rong Tribe are sworn enemies. If they don't pay a heavy reward, how can there be a brave man?
"Besides..."
Xu Wenjun glanced at Jiang Li's head:
"This is Lower Third-Rank Grandmaster, Old Ancestor from the Mingling Sect. Although he is only from the Second-rate Sect, his talent may not be as good as Jiang Zhuo.
But the news of his capture can boost my Zhao State morale.
Zhao State has always had a rule, if Third-Rank Grandmaster can kill or capture Rong Tribe alive..."
He took a deep breath, and before he could speak, Zhao Yingying said first:
"King of a Different Surname can be sealed!"
Qin Kunlun's knees softened, he knelt on the ground and shouted:
"Congratulations Lord Yang!!!"
Xu Wenjun kicked Xu Qingnian's leg.
Xu Qingnian also knelt down with a thud.
He was shocked, reacted immediately, and shouted:
"Congratulations Lord Yang!"
Black Fish Island Master and others looked at each other, trembled, and immediately congratulated each other.
There was a burst of congratulations on the boat.
Xu Wenjun stepped forward quickly, "Master Yang, you have made a great achievement this time. I would like to congratulate you in advance!"
King of a Different Surname? Yang Ling looked strange.
Equivalent to the Tun Tian Dao Palace Instance period, Zhao De has the status of Rong State?
At this time, dozens of clippers suddenly appeared in the sea directly ahead.
On every fast ship stood elite soldiers with solemn expressions.
On the fast boat at the front, there were three middle-aged men in red official robes. The one in the middle looked the oldest and shouted from a distance:
"I am Sea-Calming Department Xu Zhiyuan, who are you!"