After the burial, Jiang Chen stayed in front of the grave and chattered for a few seconds.

Everyone stood far away with an indifferent look on their faces.

If you don't know the truth of the story and just see this scene, you will definitely think that he is the warmest and most sunny boy among a group of cold-blooded weirdos.

…

Not long after.

The convoy returned to the front of the black horse.

With about one-tenth of the team missing, the casualty rate was quite low, and it could be said to be a safe and effective mission.

Jiang Hongyu encouraged them for a few moments, and then said that if anyone saw Wu Zong tonight, they would give him priority. The group left excitedly.

When Jiang Chen and his companions were about to leave, the heir of Wuzong came up.

"You're Jiang Chen, right?"

"Among your peers, you are the strongest I have ever seen!"

Jiang Hongyu has a well-proportioned and strong figure, a neat and decisive temperament, and an oppressive feeling all over his body. Although he was having a normal conversation, he still made Chen Xue and others beside him feel breathless.

Jiang Chen glanced towards her.

With a look of admiration on his face, he cupped his hands and said, "Among your peers, you have the best vision I've ever seen!"

Jiang Hongyu paused, not knowing how to respond.

There was a three-second pause.

Then he continued, "But what I said was in the past. After tonight, my third punch will soon be powerful. By then, even if it's that evildoer from my sect, I might be able to fight him off."

"I don't like beating around the bush."

"Just say it straight out. I want to fight you right after I come out of seclusion!"

Hearing this.

Jiang Chen looked her up and down, his disdain evident.

You are not a ghost messenger.

I'm not busy, so I fight with you.

He coughed dryly, put his hands behind his back, and shook his head calmly: "Jiang never hits women."

Hearing this, Chen Xue and the others twitched their lips.

So, all the beatings Bai Ling, the ghost bride Jiang Qianqian, and the coffin maker's wife received were in vain?

Jiang Hongyu's face darkened a few degrees.

"You look down on women?"

"Not really. Compared to delicate women, I still prefer hard-working and resistant female ghosts with thick skin and blood. They feel easier to fight." Jiang Chen answered fluently.

These dirty words once again stunned Jiang Hongyu.

This time she was stunned for five or six seconds, not knowing how to respond. She simply snorted coldly, took out a sign, and slapped it on Jiang Chen's hand.

"No matter what, I'm challenging you to a fight. You must accept it. This is one of the iron laws. If you don't believe me, you can check it out."

"The day I come out of seclusion, that will be the day you and I decide the winner!"

After saying that, he turned around and left, not giving Jiang Chen another chance to refuse.

Zhao Erhu, standing aside, suddenly became surprised: "Oh my god, Wuzong's challenge, Old Jiang, you've made a fortune!"

Jiang Chen stared at the other person's powerful thighs and twisting hips as he admired her and asked casually, "What do you mean?"

"When Emperor Wuzong was fighting, they were determined to retain their power and not challenge him. Later, they had no choice but to establish the rule of Wuzong's challenge."

"But the other giants and Hell King also said that if you challenge me, you should at least give me some kind of reward."

"So, in the end, we decided on a rule: if a Wuzong disciple wins, it doesn't matter. But if they lose, if they are of the same sex, they have to work for the other person for three years. If they are of the opposite sex, it's like a wedding invitation."

"Of course, these restrictions only apply to Wu Zong disciples. Even if the challenged party loses, they will only be beaten."

"This is Jiang Hongyu. If you can win, Old Jiang, you'll have a wife who is the heir of the Wuzong family!"