"Oh, I see……"

Qin Chaoxin said that being able to create a Nascent Soul stage master in forty-nine days was already a very impressive speed. People from other sects would not be so angry if they knew about it.

Although, this creation method is a bit evil.

While communicating with Li Yin about how to instill the power of God, he drove towards Luo Qinglin.

At this time, in a courtyard on the outskirts of the imperial capital, Tang Xianhe was standing in front of a middle-aged man, looking at him nervously.

The middle-aged man placed his palm in front of the unconscious Tang Zong and rubbed it for a long time.

"Mr. Tang, the young master has indeed won our sect's unique Seven-Day Death Piano."

The middle-aged man finally let go of his hand and said, "This piano sound is the unique magic of my junior brother Long San. It is too difficult to resolve it. Only he himself can resolve it smoothly."

"Clan Master Jiang, could it be that there is nothing you can do..."

"I have tried my best, and there is nothing I can do to help. It's just that my junior brother's spells are really overbearing... I am also confused now, who can defeat my junior brother..."

"In that case, Master Jiang, I'm thinking of other ways."

Tang Xianhe's face turned pale, he picked up his son and turned to leave.

"Mr. Tang, please go slowly without seeing me off."

Sect Leader Jiang watched Tang Xianhe walk away and thought to himself.

It's not that it can't be saved, but it will consume half of my life's energy. When the time comes, I, a master in the Nascent Soul Stage, will probably drop a stage directly and become the Supernatural Power Stage.

Who can do this loss-making business?

Tang Xianhe left the villa he bought for Yinlumen, put his fainted son in the passenger seat, and got back into the car.

He felt very depressed, so he sat in the car and slowly lit a cigarette.

Could it be that the younger son is hopeless?

He Tang Xianhe, the head of the Tang family, couldn't even save his own son?

Yes!

"Jiang Shimin, you loser! I usually give you so much money, but now you say I can't help you, damn it!"

"Mr. Tang is right, Jiang Shimin is indeed a waste."

At this moment, a man's voice suddenly sounded from the back seat of his car.

Tang Xianhe was startled and looked back hurriedly.

I saw a man wearing a black coat and a clown mask sitting there.

"Who are you! How did you get in my car!"

Tang Xianhe was worthy of being the head of a large family. He quickly calmed down and scolded.

"Haha, don't panic, Mr. Tang, I'm here to help you."

The masked man chuckled and said, "Jiang Shimin can't see your master's illness, but I can."

"You, can you save my son?"

Hearing this, Tang Xianhe couldn't help but feel moved in his heart, but his face remained calm.

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here. I am a person who likes to meddle in other people's business most in my life. Now that I encounter another incident, I can't help but come out to take care of it. Although your son is a master of music and temperament,

Jiang Shimin, a useless person, cannot solve magic. But for our military advisor, it is a piece of cake and not difficult at all."

"Is everything you said true?"
Chapter completed!