Fish swimming around the world

Zhang Qiubeard nodded when he heard this: "Since you don't want to accept my old life, Uncle Zhang will accompany you for a walk to see the scenery in the world you want. But from now on, you can no longer call Uncle Zhang, nor can you call yourself a junior. , Tianhu must always look like Tianhu.”

Jiang Fan took it seriously and said: "It's just a title, no need to worry about it. Uncle Zhang is still Uncle Zhang, and Mr. Jiang is still Mr. Jiang. It's cordial."

Zhang Qiu's beard couldn't help but chuckle: "You, no matter how you look at it, you are not that material."

Jiang Fan stepped forward and took a look at the black wooden bow in his hand: "It doesn't matter whether I am a good material or not, but this bow is a good material. Is this the Nine-Yao Divine Bow?"

Zhang Qiubeard said with some pride: "Yes, this old friend has been with me for a hundred years."

"I heard that this treasure bow is made of thousand-year-old rare wood that has been struck by thunder. It is stronger than refined iron and is extremely heavy. Let me try it, kid?"

Zhang Qiu's beard looked at him: "I'm telling you, Mr. Jiang, it's not that Uncle Zhang underestimated you. With your master-level strength, it's hard to hold it, let alone pull it open."

Yes, I was despised again. Fortunately, Mr. Jiang has long been used to it. Still curious, he stretched out his hand to grab the bow and lifted it up. However, he was surprised to find that the bow didn't move at all.

"Oh, let me go, it's really heavy." Although Jiang Fan didn't use his true energy, Jiang Fan was still a seventeen-year-old man, so he didn't pick it up all of a sudden, which made Jiang Fan very interested.

This time he mobilized his true energy and finally lifted it up. It still felt extremely heavy and it was very difficult to lift it with one hand.

As for firing the bow, Jiang Fan tried several times in succession and gave up completely. The bowstring didn't even move.

"It's really strange that a piece of wood is so heavy." Jiang Fan sighed in admiration.

Zhang Qiu's beard sighed: "It's a pity that it has never been completed."

"What's so close?" Jiang Fan asked curiously.

"Heavenly Thunder!" Zhang Qiubeard did not hide anything: "This tree grows in a place where lightning strikes, and has been struck by hundreds or thousands of lightning strikes. However, the thunder is never the most yang and the most powerful thunder, it is always far behind."

"So, if you want it to truly take shape, you have to bombard it with the thunder of the extreme sun?"

"Yes, after being bombarded by the thunder of the extreme sun, this treasure has truly taken shape, and it has the power of thunder when shooting the bow."

Jiang Fan smiled and said: "No wonder Uncle Zhang wants to stay here..."

Zhang Qiu's beard nodded: "Speaking of which, I have been stranded here for more than ten years, but I have never caught up with the five thunders from the sky. I finally caught up with it last year, but I was shocked to find that the power was too huge and I couldn't get close, so I could only watch it. Missed opportunity.”

Jiang Fan understood that he was talking about the Empress' time.

"Not only that, there seems to be some huge force fighting in the thunder. The momentum is amazing, and I don't dare to try it easily."

Jiang Fan naturally understood in his heart that it was the Empress fighting against the Heavenly Thunder, but when it came to the fight, Jiang Fan felt that it might be the Heavenly Being that the Empress mentioned.

After that time, the empress fainted and lost her memory, and the gods also disappeared. However, Jiang Fan estimated that he was probably killed by the Empress, or was chopped into pieces by thunder.

"It's the ninth day of September again." Jiang Fan looked at Zhang Qiu's beard: "What are Uncle Zhang's plans?"

Zhang Qiubeard squinted his eyes and looked at the ten broken mountains: "The mountain collapsed, and only half of it remained, but the formation was not destroyed. I hope it can still attract sky thunder, and since most of the mountain collapsed, the power of the sky thunder should be much smaller, or it may be enough for forging." Bao Gong needs it.”

Jiang Fan raised his head and looked at the sky, "Noon is approaching, and when the sun is rising, if there is thunder, what is Uncle Zhang's plan?"

Zhang Qiubeard looked at Ying Wuming and others in the distance: "We need a few helpers. Are you willing to help?"

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment: "Of course I am willing, how should I act?"

Zhang Qiubeard said: "With the five thunders falling from the sky, five martial arts masters are required to each guide a thunder from the sky and guide it to the treasure bow before it can be successfully forged. However, these five people must at least be saints, otherwise Not even a thunderbolt can carry it."

"Five..."

Jiang Fan did the math, and there were four in total: Ying Wuming, Qi Zhandao, Han Bolin, and Zhang Qiubeard himself.

The sum of himself and Luan Feifei is not equal to that of a saint, just one person less. Unless... I use the last Qi Yuan Pill myself.

Zhang Qiu's beard seemed to know what he was thinking, and smiled slightly: "Uncle Zhang is not alone."

"That's good. Later, you will take your position according to Uncle Zhang's instructions. You will be able to direct everything."

Zhang Qiubeard said: "Stand far away from me, you two. With your cultivation level, you two can't stand next to each other."

"Haha, I know, I know."

Jiang Fan then summoned Ying Wuming and others: "Later, there are some things that require your cooperation. Chaofeng, Qi Zhandao, and Han Bolin will just act according to Uncle Zhang's instructions."

The three of them didn't know the relationship between Jiang Fan and the middle-aged Orion in front of them, nor did they know what kind of game the two had just played. They just wanted to follow Jiang Fan's orders.

Zhang Qiubeard looked at the three of them carefully: "The cultivation of these two is slightly weaker. They are roughly in the middle stage of the Saint Realm, but they are barely enough. However, you must be careful not to face the thunder head-on. Just bombard them with true energy."

After saying that, he looked at Ying Wuming with a look of amazement: "This little brother is incredible. Not to mention entering the holy realm at a young age, his combat power is comparable to that of a great saint. I have never seen this in my life of more than a hundred years." Waiting for talent, strange, strange!”

Ying Wuming just looked at the Orion in front of him with a burning gaze. Jiang Fan was speechless when he saw that look. How could he not understand that this guy was thinking of making a move again.

Zhang Qiubeard seemed to have noticed his thoughts, and he couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh: "The fighting spirit is strong, okay. When it's over here, I will practice with you."

When Ying Wuming heard this, his eyes suddenly shone brightly.

Jiang Fan patted his head and was speechless.

At this time, Zhang Qiubeard also called for the men he had brought. Jiang Fan couldn't help but said: "It is indeed you, Uncle Woodcutter."

The woodcutter laughed and walked forward: "Xiao Lang, we meet again."

Jiang Fan also stepped forward to greet him, "Uncle, how can you give up and stop looking at the old fisherman?"

The woodcutter said: "Dabai has been laying eggs for the past two days. If he can't come out, don't worry about it yet."

"Tsk tsk, Dabai has laid eggs again? It's really possible."

The woodcutter said: "Young man, I don't care who you are, but I have been friends with the hunter for decades, and I like you very much. I just hope that you can get along well."

Jiang Fan cupped his hand and said, "Uncle, don't worry. I am Uncle Zhang's junior. I have been a neighbor for a year. We have always gotten along well with each other, and we will definitely be good from now on."

The woodcutter nodded: "Boy, you are taller and stronger."

"I'm still growing, so there are always some changes, but you look the same as before. Are you okay, Mr. Yu?"

"He's fine, but he's just too upset to catch Long Ao and just sits there all day long."

Dragon Ao... Jiang Fan's heart moved: "I wonder why the fisherman wants to catch Long Ao?"

The woodcutter said: "I don't know the specific reason, but it seems that I want to take the blood of Dragon Ao to cure someone's illness."

Jiang Fan frowned, "Get blood? Do you want to kill Long Ao?"