Jiang Siming stared closely at the three titled Douluo and Zhu Changsheng in front of him, without making any move.
The blow he blocked for Sword Douluo just now was, after all, the attack of three Titled Douluo. The martial soul was forcefully shaken away. The blood in Jiang Siming's body surged violently, and a fishy-sweet feeling could not help but surge up in his throat.
Jiang Siming was restrained firmly.
"Zhu Xingtian, Zhu Xingdi, Zhu Xingren, you three shameless old guys, a dignified titled Douluo actually attacked you secretly!" Sword Douluo said coldly.
"Haha! We are agility-type soul masters, let alone the one who comes here is Ken Dao Chen Xin, how dare we trust him?" Zhu Xingtian said with a cold smile.
Both parties snorted coldly, and their eyes couldn't help but focus on Jiang Siming.
Zhu Changsheng, who was originally angry, looked at the young man wearing a half mask in front of him, with a trace of madness in his eyes. He was sure that the man in front of him must be the Jiang Siming he was looking for.
"You finally showed up! Jiang Siming! Hand over the bullet formula and I'll let you go!" Zhu Changsheng laughed maniacally.
Jiang Siming looked at Zhu Changsheng, lowered his head and pretended to think to buy time. His soul power circulated rapidly to calm down the surge of energy and blood in his body.
Zhu Changsheng and the three titled Douluo of the Zhu family were also waiting with some excitement for Jiang Siming's reply.
From the Zhu family's point of view, the only bargaining chip now is Zhu Zhuqing and others in the hotel. Tens of thousands of their own troops surround the hotel. Even if Jiang Siming and Sword Douluo are powerful, they cannot safely lead Zhu Zhuqing and others away.
But if it really goes to the point of forcibly seizing the formula, I'm afraid the Zhu family will also suffer heavy losses, so Jiang Siming's decision at this time is very critical to the Zhu family.
Jiang Siming glanced at the four people of the Zhu family, and couldn't help showing a hint of ruthlessness.
Jiang Siming would never hand over the bullet formula to the Zhu family. Who would be willing to share their unique things with others? Once handed over, Jiang Siming would really lose his bargaining chip.
In fact, there are troops controlled by the Zhu family gathering outside Xingluo City at this moment. As long as Jiang Siming hands over the formula, the Zhu family can send troops into the city unscrupulously and kill the two people alive in Xingluo City.
By that time, the Zhu family's soul masters had only lost a few Soul Douluo and Soul Saints in combat, but they had mastered bullets that could greatly increase the army's combat effectiveness. As for tens of thousands of soldiers, they were not worth anything at all in their eyes.
Mention. Even if they were impeached and led troops into the city privately, the Dai family would not dare to attack the Zhu family easily.
The atmosphere in the air was frozen for a long time, and was finally broken again.
"Okay! I promise you!" Jiang Siming said calmly. At this moment, the surging energy and blood in his body finally calmed down.
Hearing that Jiang Siming actually agreed, the four people in the Zhu family couldn't help but reveal a hint of joy in their eyes, but they were even more wary of Jiang Siming's possible changes at any time.
Hearing that Jiang Siming actually agreed, Sword Douluo behind him was stunned for a moment, and then secretly prepared to attack at any time. With Sword Douluo's understanding of Jiang Siming, Jiang Siming would not compromise so easily.
Moreover, the Zhu family privately led troops into the city at this moment, causing such a big commotion. Even though the Zhu family is slightly stronger than the Dai family, after all, the latter is the royal family of a country and controls more than 90% of the empire's army.
The Zhu family will definitely look for a scapegoat, and who else is more suitable than Sword Douluo and Jiang Siming?
"Which one of you will come and get it?" Jiang Siming took out a parchment scroll from his arms, which looked very simple.
The four Zhu family members looked at each other, and all three titled Douluo fell in love with Zhu Changsheng.
Zhu Changsheng couldn't help but cursed secretly in his heart, but he was also very helpless. Although he was the head of the family, his strength was still at the Contra level, and would always be one level lower than the Supreme Elder of the Titled Douluo.
Zhu Changsheng clicked his tongue in his heart, took a deep breath and shouted, staring greedily at the parchment in Jiang Siming's hand, and walked towards Jiang Siming step by step with great vigilance, although he did not believe Jiang Siming
Jiang Siming could cause some harm to him, but Sword Douluo behind Jiang Siming could.
When he was five meters away from Jiang Siming, Zhu Changsheng stopped and shouted, "Throw it over!"
"No! We have to let Zhuqing and the others go first, otherwise I will tear up the formula immediately!" Jiang Siming just grabbed the parchment roll in his hand, as if it might be destroyed at any time.
Zhu Changsheng hesitated for a moment. If he really let Zhu Zhuqing and the others go, he wasn't sure whether Jiang Siming would turn his back on him. After all, if there were only Sword Douluo and Jiang Siming, they might not be able to stop them.
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Zhu Changsheng turned to look at the three Supreme Elders, and the three nodded without hesitation. Seeing that the three of them were so confident, Zhu Changsheng felt relieved.
Just when Jiang Siming and Sword Douluo were not paying attention to their knowledge, Zhu Xingtian waved to the leader of the Changlin Army behind him.
"Okay! I promise you!" Zhu Changsheng said in a deep voice.
"Foolish old man, bring Zhuqing and the others out!" Jiang Siming said to Sword Douluo behind him, but his eyes were fixed on Zhu Changsheng and others in front.
Sword Douluo slowly pushed into the hotel, and after a while he brought out Zhu Zhuqing and the others.
"Si Ming!" Zhu Zhuqing looked at Jiang Siming's back alone in front of him, and looked at the mountain of corpses and sea of blood around him. He couldn't help but think of the scene in Wuhun Hall again, and his tears couldn't stop flowing down, but he didn't.
He stepped forward easily, for fear of causing further trouble to Jiang Siming.
"Zhuqing, come here." Jiang Siming called in a low voice.
Zhu Zhuqing trembled, quickly ran towards Jiang Siming, and hugged Jiang Siming.
"Zhuqing! Be good, can you go first? I will definitely catch up with you, believe me!" Jiang Siming said softly, but he never dared to look away from Zhu Changsheng in front of him.
"I have only one request for you, and I will only have one request in this life! Live!" Zhu Zhuqing's chapped lips pressed against Jiang Siming's face and whispered in Jiang Siming's ear.
"Take it..." Jiang Siming gently hugged Zhu Zhuqing, quietly handed the Bihai Qiankun Cover to Zhu Zhuqing, and whispered to her how to use it.
"Dirty old man! Please send Zhuqing and the others away first!" Jiang Siming said to Sword Douluo behind him.
Although Sword Douluo didn't understand what Jiang Siming wanted to do, he still mentioned the weak Dai Mubai.
"I will stay, it's time to show your sincerity!" Jiang Siming looked at Zhu Changsheng and said coldly.
Zhu Changsheng touched his chin and waved slowly behind him. It was impossible to escape with Jiang Siming alone.
In an instant, a broad avenue separated between the densely packed troops.
As Sword Douluo and Zhu Zhuqing and the others slowly left the battlefield.
At this moment, all the focus was on Jiang Siming.
"How? Hand over the formula? I might consider letting you go!" Zhu Changsheng finally relaxed at this moment. Without the huge threat of Sword Douluo, in his eyes Jiang Siming was already a soft persimmon that he could manipulate at will.
"Okay! Then take it!" Jiang Siming smiled strangely and threw the parchment into the sky.
The assassins, including Chang Linjun, the three titled Douluo and Zhu Changsheng, all had their eyes fixed on the parchment that was thrown up high.
Zhu Changsheng jumped up excitedly and grabbed the parchment scroll.
The three titled Douluo hurriedly stepped forward, and Zhu Xingtian snatched the parchment scroll from Zhu Changsheng's hand.
Although Zhu Changsheng was very dissatisfied with being robbed, he did not dare to show it at all.
Zhu Xingtian slowly opened the parchment. The four people's eyes were fixed on the parchment, not paying attention to Jiang Siming who was standing aside.
"Three spoons of soy sauce, two spoons of chicken essence... Hahaha! I finally got it!" Zhu Xingtian said with a laugh. Although he didn't know anything written on the parchment, he thought he just hadn't heard of it.
Zhu Xingtian slowly raised his head and looked at Jiang Siming gloomily.
"Now that I have obtained the things, I won't leave you alone! Don't worry, those evil obstacles will still be unable to escape!" Zhu Xingtian lowered his head and said coldly.