Fish swimming around the world

A distance of one hundred and fifty feet, almost in the blink of an eye, Jiang Fan stepped into the gate of Taiyue Mountain.

Everyone was stunned.

As Jiang Fan slowly stopped, he gently took off the golden hammer and knocked on the red drum, and the thunderous drum sound spread all over the place.

"Your Highness, King Jiang Fan of Zhenxi, please go to Guanri Peak to meet the emperor——!"

This loud and long voice echoed in Taiyue Mountain.

Everyone stood there in silence, looking at Jiang Xiaoyao who was obviously exhausted.

"Just... give up?" Someone said hatefully.

"Once we enter the mountain, it's over. If we take action again, the imperial court can take action with justification, and even Taiyue cannot allow it..." Someone looked gloomy and sighed.

Wu Feng, with the remaining more than 80 strong men behind him, looked at Guanri Peak with a complicated expression and bowed slowly.

Then, he sat cross-legged on the ground, looked up to the sky and shouted: "The guilty minister Wu Feng, avenging the master, disobeyed orders for personal reasons, left his post without permission, and plotted to kill the King of Zhenxi. I am willing to commit suicide to apologize--!"

Before the voice faded, his body had already shaken violently, blood oozing from his skin, and the whole person slowly lowered his head.

And the more than 80 people behind him also committed suicide at the same time, and more than 80 bodies fell to the ground almost at the same time.

Jiang Fan looked at this scene and sighed in his heart. This is taking the blame. Once he died, no matter who was in the imperial court, it would be difficult to find a connection.

Just Wu Feng's words of revenge for the master surprised Jiang Fan a little. He knew Wu Feng very well and knew that he was the only disciple of the gun king Zhao Jia, but he didn't expect him to use this as an excuse. It was really reasonable.

And the others looked at Jiang Fan with complicated eyes, quickly sorted out the bodies on the ground, and dispersed in an instant.

Jiang Fan looked up into the distance, and Feng Chen seemed to meet his gaze, and shook his head slowly: "Lost... failed at the last moment."

Yun Ruo sighed softly, and seemed to be a little relaxed, but more of a sigh: "Under such circumstances, he actually turned the tables in the most unexpected way. The world's great demon, the world's honor is not deceiving me..."

While speaking, she stared at the ragged Xiaoyao King: "Jiang Fan... I should thank you for allowing me to continue investigating. One day, the truth will come out. Goodbye!"

After saying that, his body slowly retreated backwards like a phantom until it disappeared.

At this moment, Zhang stared with his eyes and his mouth was a little unable to close. Just now, everything changed in a flash. Although it was shrouded in the light, not everyone did not see it.

He found that the heavy blow was not from Jiang Fan, but from the little girl on his neck.

The white and tender, meat-like little fist, with just one punch, smashed the center of the formation, and the little guy was still giggling happily.

After rubbing his eyes for a long time, he finally couldn't help but swear: "Damn it, what the hell——"

The waiter was stunned: "Master..."

Zhang shook his head, his face full of confusion: "Don't ask, I don't understand even if you ask me, this boy is surrounded by... demons and monsters!"

"Master, I don't understand what you said..."

"Anyway, remember, even if you are a dog around him, you have to pay attention to me..."

The waiter opened his mouth wide, not knowing why.

On Guanri Peak, the face of the Princess of Chen was distorted: "This... How is this possible!"

The third prince supported his forehead with one hand, his expression was also complicated and indescribable: "This person... Can't be killed?"

The Princess of Chen shouted at him angrily: "You said it was foolproof! Why is this happening?"

The third prince ignored her noise and lowered his head in thought.

After a long time, he directly shook off Princess Chen and turned around to order: "Send an order, hold the Dragon Guards accountable. In addition, I am not strict in managing the army, so I should... take the blame."

Princess Chen was stunned, and then angrily said: "Did you listen to me?"

The third prince just glanced at her, turned around and left, his eyes full of disdain.

"Ji Zongyao! You..."

Princess Chen yelled angrily, but the other party turned around and disappeared.

Princess Chen angrily slapped the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

But she didn't expect that the fingers of the third prince who walked out were trembling at this moment, and his face became gloomy and terrifying.

"Jiang Fan... Who are you... Or what kind of monster are you..."

On the Floating Cloud Pavilion, the sick elder slowly put the white pieces in his hand back into the box. His eyes were downcast, and I don't know what he was thinking.

The dead elder finally turned around and sat down again.

"The means of the Taoist master, the writings of the literary saint, the mysterious skills of the old demon Sun, the inexplicable secret method, and the strange beasts of the mountains and seas... No wonder you can sit still..." The sick man shook his head slightly: "I don't know either, no different from you." You Si looked at him silently for a while: "He wants to show his strength to the world." The sick man shook his head: "No one can confirm the relationship between them." You Si said slowly: "No matter how he got it, people will always be extremely wary of his back." "Isn't this effect good for him?" "But I suspect that they do have a great relationship." "Even you suspect, others will be more cautious." Elder You Si stared at him: "I will investigate the truth behind this." The sick man sighed softly: "You, are you so anxious..." Elder You Si looked gloomy: "Another thousand years have passed, the prophecy is coming, and we can't wait." Elder Sick Man was silent for a long time before saying: "It's just an excuse..." You Si snorted: "You alone can't change the wind direction of Taiyue."

The sick man elder seemed a little helpless, staring at the remaining chess game: "The world is like chess, unpredictable, who can tell how the wind and cloud will gather..."

"You can be ambiguous, but not the Holy Land. We must have a clear understanding and a clear purpose."

After that, he stood up and walked away with an extremely gloomy look.

The sick man elder looked down the mountain: "There is not much time left for you. If there is a strong wind, I hope it will pick up soon..."

At this moment, Jiang Fan was also looking up at the top of the mountain. Three drums were beating, golden gongs were loud, and a sharp but majestic voice was ringing.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has a decree. King Jiangfan of Zhenxi is going to the mountain to pay homage——"

Jiang Fan turned around and looked at a certain location again. That was where Feng Chen was, and their eyes seemed to meet across the distance again.

"Fengchen...the seventh day of July is not far away..."

After saying that, he smiled, turned around and walked towards Guanri Peak with his weak body.

In mid-air, Feng Chen exhaled a breath of turbid air: "Stealing the chicken will end up losing the rice. It's the seventh day of the seventh lunar month... It's not going to be easy..."

However, at this moment, he suddenly saw Jiang Fan staggering and almost falling to the ground. Fortunately, the woman behind him helped him in time.

Then I heard Jiang Fan's unhappy voice: "What? When did there be an additional threshold here?"

Feng Chen shook his head, knowing that he had completely lost his strength. Unfortunately, that mountain gate blocked all possibilities of making another move.

Finally, he swung his big cloak and flew away in the air.

At the same time, Lu Tiezui walked quickly into the cave carrying the fortune-telling flag.

"Your Majesty..."

Emperor Ping slowly opened his eyes: "I heard the sound of bells and drums."