Fantasy: At the beginning, the saint girl was tricked into joining the Demon Cult!

Chapter 182 Various Oppressions
According to Jiang Han's logic, then the blood sect must have its own reasons for constricting property.

It's not for fighting for world hegemony, is it because the blood sect likes a life of extravagance?
But the problem is that the entire Blood Clan adheres to a simple lifestyle, Jiang Han knows this.

Let's just say that the young lady of the blood sect is cold, and there are not many golds on her body, and there are no gems.

As the head's daughter is so simple, let alone other people?
I'm afraid there is no small secret in it.

"Forget it, don't think about it." Jiang Han packed up these things and dug a hole in the sand.

"Brother, I'm going to sleep first!"

Ye Chen also dug a hole. After digging the hole in the sand next to the fire, he buried everything except his head.

The sandpit was also warmer than a normal bed, thanks to the fire that kept burning around me.

"I'll be on my way an hour before sunrise tomorrow, and I should be able to return to Wenxiang Mountain before noon." Jiang Han also buried himself in the sand.

Ye Chen looked at the clear stars in the sky, and said, "Actually, I'm quite grateful to Jiao Mi."

"Huh?" Jiang Han was puzzled.

"I had several fantasy dreams. In those few fantasy dreams, I dreamed of my adoptive parents, my biological mother, and Wushuang. When I was dreaming, my head suddenly seemed to freeze. I can't remember it anymore, and my mind has been thinking about the situation at that time..." Ye Chen showed a naive smile.

"Yeah, next time I find a monster similar to Jiao mirage, and if I suffer from insomnia, let it create dreams." Jiang Han also laughed.

After all, for Jiang Han, the scene where his parents can appear beside him at the same time may not be possible in this life.

And it appeared in the dream before, no one knows when the dream will wake up.

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In Wanye Sword Sect, Ye Batian looked at the person in front of him, and said, "I never thought that the elder of Shuangjue Sect, Fu Xinhan, Elder Fu would come."

He asked someone to put the tea on the coffee table.

And Fu Xinhan is a middle-aged man in his 40s, with a hint of viciousness hidden between his brows, and the cross scars on his face look so obvious, adding a touch of intriguing viciousness.

Fu Xinhan sniffed the tea and said, "It's really good tea. That's the purpose of my visit. I think you don't think about yourself, you have to think about your son, right? Your son is just bewitched by a monster now, but if you continue like this, I'm afraid it will get deeper and deeper."

Ye Batian laughed loudly, but the laughter stopped abruptly. Suddenly, those eagle-like eyes stared at Fu Xinhan firmly, and he said: "Since my Wanye Sword Sect has promised to others, if it goes back on promise, then the people in the world will What do you think of us? After all, our Wanye Sword Sect is the second orthodox sect in the world."

"The second in the world? It's just the second in the Yan Dynasty. There are so many countries in the world. If you look far away, you will find how insignificant the Wanye Sword Sect is." Fu Xinhan obviously didn't intend to give in half a step verbally.

Ye Batian was not happy when he heard the words: "I thought we had friendship before, so I invite you to come in and share this treasured tea with me, not to hear you belittle my sword sect."

"I'm telling the truth, and I also came here to be a lobbyist because of our previous friendship." Fu Xinhan said.

"Think about how much influence you, Fu Xinhan, were in those days, a famous casual cultivator in the Jianghu, known as the Iron Egg Gun King! I didn't expect you to be inferior to others." Ye Batian curled his lips, looking very disdainful.

This really annoyed Fu Xinhan, he scolded: "It's the Iron Darede Spear King, bastard! Asshole, whose egg is Iron Dan?"

"But the problem is that your nickname is Fu Tiedan." Ye Batian said.

Fu Xinhan gave Ye Batian a white look: "Do your apprentices know that your nickname is Ye Ergou?"

"Tiedan, please make it clear to me. Didn't you get it for me when we were playing around when we were kids?" Ye Batian slammed the table and stood up. "Er Gou is angry?" Fu Xinhan said.

"You..." Ye Batian's head became hot, but he quickly calmed down, after all, he was talking about business right now.

Seeing that Ye Ergou stopped talking, Tie Dan also got up, and he said: "You know Chen Xuanji's methods... Now that I'm here, I can only warn you, but if it's Shuangjuezong With their forces mobilized, do you think this matter can... end well all the way?"

Fu Xinhan's words also silenced Ye Batian.

He was very aware of Chen Xuanji's methods.

As an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, since Chen Xuanji has been able to keep the Heavenly Sword Sect firmly in the top spot of the sect, he has his unique means.

Ye Batian once heard about Chen Xuanji from his father.

His father's words at that time still leave a deep impression on him.

"Fortunately, we have no grievances with Tianjianzong, and fortunately, Chen Xuanji is a decent person."

His father's willingness to say such things back then was enough to show how oppressive Chen Xuanji was.

After all, Tianshu City is so far away from Tianjian Sect...

"Think about it carefully." Fu Xinhan said, he thought Ye Batian would not change his mind, so he planned to leave.

But unexpectedly, Ye Batian got up and said: "Tie Dan, if I help Chen Xuanji deal with Jiang Han according to your request, then my Wanye Sword Sect matter..."

"Don't worry, what old man Chen said himself will keep you Wanye Jianzong safe, and the mine in Wenxiang Mountain will also belong to you," Fu Xinhan said.

Ye Batian's pupils shrank: "You guys also know about the mine?"

In fact, Ye Batian already knew about the matter of the Wenxiangshan mine. After all, Tianshu City is full of his eyes and ears.

However, it's unnecessary to have trouble with the people of Mozong because of a mere mine, not to mention that his son and Jiang Han are brothers.

"Of course I know." Fu Xinhan secretly rejoiced, knowing that there was something to be said for this matter.

However, he did not express it clearly, but chose to leave quietly.

At Longhu Mountain not far from Wenxiang Mountain, Immortal Yidao stared at a dwarf in front of him: "I've confirmed it, what you said is true."

This dwarf is Fan Tong.

He beat his chest and stamped his feet, thinking that he finally found an organization.

No one knows what kind of pain he has suffered in this forest these days.

Thirsty to drink mountain springs, I didn't expect to have diarrhea.

Hunger to eat wild fruit, unexpectedly turned out to be poisonous fruit, almost lost his life!

What frightened him the most was that because Fan Tong was injured before, his body was covered in blood, which attracted countless beasts, and he almost died in the mouth of the beasts.

That's right, it's a beast, not a monster!
Fan Tong thought about it. As a monk, he was bitten to death by a ferocious beast. I am afraid there is nothing more ironic than this in the world. At least the other party is a monster!
(End of this chapter)