The god-level son-in-law of the female president

Chapter 1185 Zhang Mingyuan

As soon as this remark came out, Mu Changkong's face suddenly became gloomy, "Zhu Huangyu, you said it lightly. What if Ye Huan killed your Zhu family? Will you let this kid go?"

Zhu Huangyu smirked, and wrote lightly: "If there is someone who is not afraid of death and dares to plot against my Zhu family's blood, even if I use all the strength of the whole family, I must seek justice for the family."

"If the Zhu family fights openly and aboveboard, and dies in duels, then there is nothing to say. We can only blame him for being inferior to others. If you blame others for this, you will fall into the family style of my Zhu family!"

"What's more, you also know in your heart that what happened this time is your Mu family's fault. If you ask me, what face do you have to trouble Ye Huan?"

Mu Changkong's eyes flashed with coldness, his whole body's true energy gradually began to riot, and a phantom of a Kunpeng faintly condensed behind him, the aura was like abyss, like a prison, it was very terrifying.

"So, are you trying to find fault? How about we also come to discuss and see if your so-called Zhu family is as grand as it is!"

Zhu Huangyu raised his brows, and the golden light in his eyes gradually became more intense, as if there were ghostly shadows of dragons swimming and interlacing, making his aura immediately sacred.

"Who will live and who will die? I'm afraid it's still unknown... If you really want to seek death, I'll give it to you! Look at your Kunpeng Fengshen Art, how good it has been practiced!"

In an instant, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

When the two looked at each other, killing intent burst out, and the void seemed to collide with fireworks, exuding an extremely heavy pressure.

"Okay, okay, let's not say a few words." Zhang Family Zhang Mingyuan came out to smooth things over.

He was dressed in a flowing blue soap robe, with a dust whisk in his hand, and a long sword on his back. He looked like a modest gentleman, as graceful as jade, and his temperament was so refined that he was not like a mortal.

As Zhang Sanfeng's direct bloodline in today's world, his status is not inferior to Mu Changkong's and Zhu Huangyu's. Even his cultivation surpasses both of them. He is the most talented warrior of the younger generation.

"They're all children of rich families, so what's the point of arguing about an outsider? If you spread the word, you can't make a joke of it! Put away all your true energy!"

Zhang Mingyuan acted like a big brother, although his voice was gentle and not serious, it made the two of them soften immediately.

Zhu Huangyu and Mu Changkong glared at each other fiercely again, snorted coldly, and turned their heads away.

Both of them are arrogant and arrogant, no one will obey the other, even if they really fight, they will not be afraid to kill them, anyway, they have their families backing them. m.biqmgè

If he really wins, he will be favored by the elders instead!

As the children of a rich family, if they obey their promises and dare not fight, they will be looked down upon instead!

But for Zhang Mingyuan, they are still convinced. Among the younger generation, this guy is invincible all over the world, and it is said that he is a strong candidate for the next generation Pope.

But the position of pope has been vacant for hundreds of years, even Jin Chanzi of Qingyun Temple is not qualified to sit in this position.

Zhang Mingyuan wants to unify the Taoist sects that stand on numerous hills, but there is still a long way to go.

However, with this guy's talent, it might not take a few years for his cultivation to be able to stabilize Jin Chanzi's head and reach the extreme of ninety-nine return to one.

At that time, the Zhang family will silently support him behind him, plus the golden signboard of Zhang Sanfeng's descendants.

Wanting to become Pope is a matter of course, and not many people will come forward to oppose it.