Underworld exchange group

Chapter 628 The God of Light

Chu Jianjia vaguely heard the duel just now, seeing that this person looked more and more like Zhang Fan, she widened her eyes nervously, and stared closely at the person on the bridge.

And this car appeared on the London Bridge for no reason. Immediately, two policemen on tall horses rushed over to stop it, as if they wanted to drive him out of the bridge.

The British man next to him laughed when he saw this: "Is this guy looking for death? So many big shots are waiting, how dare he drive his car onto the bridge?"

The more Shu Lan looked at this person, the more he looked like Zhang Fan. When he turned around, she was taken aback. She really was Zhang Fan. She whispered, "Jian Jia, it seems to be your husband!"

Chu Jianjia also saw it clearly, and her whole heart was suspended immediately. Others didn't know, but she knew the identity of her husband. Lieutenant General of Huaguo, his identity was not weaker than those behind the scenes in Europe.

Xie Ting's face changed suddenly when he heard the words: "That person is the one who raises Jianjia..." He thought he would be an ugly, potbellied man in his 50s, but he didn't expect him to be so young, and his jealousy became even more intense: "He thought he was Who thinks this is the mainland, what kind of bureaucratic tricks are you playing? He doesn’t want to abide by the police’s arrangements, and he will suffer.”

"I don't even look at what level of people are onlookers."

They are all top existences of the underground forces in various countries.

"As for his little official who orders sesame and mung beans, he is not worthy of carrying shoes for others."

The British man also said in a cold voice: "You Chinese people really don't understand the rules, regardless of the occasion..."

But the wife was silent and endured in silence.

However, the British soldiers lined up on both sides stomped their feet in unison and saluted that idiot.

"Mr. Zhang..."

Immediately, outside the onlookers on the bridge, there was silence.

Shu Lan's mouth opened wide, and she couldn't help covering her mouth, her beautiful eyes were wide open, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

He was the only car and person on the bridge.

With so many soldiers saluting him in unison, he seemed to be the biggest protagonist, supporting him, as if all the big scenes were formed because of him.

"How is this going?"

Outside London Bridge, in the parked luxury cars, and even on the boats on the river, everyone looked at this unassuming Chinese in amazement.

"Who is he? Never seen..."

"Couldn't this person be the prince of Hua Guo? Otherwise, how could there be so many big figures coming to welcome him?"

"Where did the prince of Hua come from?"

The onlookers who didn't know why started whispering, and some Huaguo tourists were stunned. They didn't know when there was such a big man named Mr. Zhang in Huaguo.

"This posture, only the leaders of the center come to state visits to have such a standard and pomp, but those centers are all sixty-year-old old people, this Mr. Zhang is too young."

"Didn't you see that the Prime Minister of the British Empire, Mr. Carl, is here?"

"Yeah, even he didn't go up to greet him, so he could only watch from the sidelines..."

Of course, there are people who understand.

Among the crowd were many people from the martial art world of Huaguo, among them the old friends of Xiangjiang Li's family came, looking at Zhang Fan with excited eyes.

Huaguo Divine Realm!
"Second Grandpa, I didn't expect this kid to be so powerful, he is already in the god realm..." Miss Li, whose brain was only as big as a peanut, said casually.

This frightened Li Renfeng, the master of the Li family, and said, "Yu Chen, don't talk nonsense, Mr. Zhang must not be treated lightly..."

Miss Li pouted and said, "Oh!"

Except for the Li family, many people came from China all the way, all to see Mr. Zhang's demeanor and to witness the battle that had never happened in 70 years.

Shu Lan was completely stunned on the spot, but Xie Ting's eyes straightened, especially after seeing the Li family, as a Xiangjiang native, he knew how powerful the Li family was, not to mention the master and the young lady of the Li family, just The Li family is a collateral branch, that's not what their Xie family provoked.

Now they all lined up, looking at Chu Jianjia's husband on the bridge with respect and excitement.

Who is that person?A super wealthy family in China, a central giant?It seems that these identities are not enough to have such influence, but one thing is certain, he must be a very precious person, no matter what the identity of this Mr. Zhang is, he is definitely not something he can provoke, but He was actually thinking of prying someone else's girl, the so-called hatred of taking his wife is irreconcilable, this is the rhythm of courting death.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shiver with fright, and looked at Chu Jianjia involuntarily, but was so frightened that he quickly looked away, for fear of profaning the goddess, and even more afraid of being known by Mr. Zhang on the bridge.

Under the cover of Zhang Fan's spiritual consciousness, he felt an all-too-familiar aura, and he glanced over in surprise. The girl who was so outstanding among the crowd was spotted by Zhang Fan at a glance. Jian Jia was there, which was beyond Zhang Fan's expectations. Did she not attend class today?

My heart became even more cramped, letting the girl see another side of myself, I don't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing.

"Mr. Zhang, be careful. My second grandfather said that the archbishop of the Holy See is a real god. If you can't beat him, run away. You are still so young, and your future achievements are limitless. If you die, you will lose a lot." The brain is only as big as a peanut Miss Li yelled kindly at Zhang Fan.

Sister Chu Jianjia's complexion suddenly changed, and the hand in front of her lower abdomen was tightened tightly. This is really a duel. Girls are very afraid of such things. My husband is fighting with someone or something. Feeling scared and worried, afraid that he might get hurt.

Zhang Fan felt so depressed, you will die if you don't say a word.

"It's me, it's me...Mr. Zhang..." Zhang Fan glared at her. She thought she was greeting her, so she raised her white hand and waved it to Zhang Fan. She even jumped up excitedly.

Many people in the martial arts circle in Huaguo believed that Zhang Fan would surely win. Zhang Fan had never lost a single defeat since his debut, and almost all of them were crushed.But the older ones, those who know the archbishop of the Holy See, are very worried. That old monster has been in the state of God for more than 100 years. Whether this old monster is fighting against the number one American capable man on the god list, or the second wise man, or The third Huaguo Shenlong fought against each other, and there was no winner. This is the scary thing. This person's strength may be concealed.

"coming!"

Zhang Fan's heart moved, he looked up, and a ball of white light appeared out of nowhere, falling from the sky, and then a figure also landed on the bridge.

With a magic crown on his head, white hair and white beard, kind face, wise eyes, wearing a red robe...

"It's the archbishop..."

"he came!"

"It's really the archbishop, isn't he already dead?" The lamp holder cried out in surprise when she saw his appearance. She witnessed the death of the archbishop with her own eyes that day.

Zhang Fan smiled faintly. Under Zhang Fan's Underworld Fire Technique, what he saw was another person, with snow-white hair hanging in the middle and falling to his chest. Wearing a simple crescent sackcloth, a bit like the costumes of ancient Rome, exuding a boundless atmosphere.

This is the original appearance of the God of Light.

He is present as the archbishop, and he chose to fight in such a troubled duel, which can be regarded as painstaking. He wants to kill Zhang Fan in one fell swoop in front of the world, save face for the Holy See, avenge his shame, and restore believers' confidence in them.

The God of Light looked Zhang Fan up and down with pale eyes without pupils: "This God is here!"

"Do you know? This god hasn't come down to the world for a long time."

Zhang Fan was also looking at him, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, he couldn't see through his cultivation level, blocked by a haze, his level was actually higher than his own.

From the looks of it, it might really be an ancient god.

"You are very good. You have resisted the punishment of heaven. No wonder you can overthrow the Holy See that I created."

Zhang Fan said, "Have you brought anything?"

That's all he cares about.

The God of Light sneered: "Ignorant ants..." He never thought that he would be defeated, but the God of Light has the spirit of contract. When he spread his palm, a white light appeared in his hand, and an ancient cauldron floated out, turning up and down Shen Fu, it is the dragon cauldron in the photo, it exudes a strong and simple atmosphere, and there seems to be the sound of dragon chant coming from it.

(End of this chapter)