Fantasy: The Strongest Red Famous Village

"These people are..."

Jiang Han controlled the chariot and drove slowly towards the place where the coffin was pulled in Kowloon, and found that it was a group of young people in their twenties, both men and women.

At this time, they were leaning next to the giant coffin, some with curious expressions on their faces, and some with frightened expressions on their faces.

brush!

A pair of cold eyes lit up somewhere in Mount Tai, staring at Jiang Han and others.

"Um?"

Crocodile Ancestor turned his head instantly. He felt a chill on his back, as if he was being stared at by something powerful, and even his blood was about to freeze. However, this feeling passed away in an instant, as if it was an illusion.

"It must not be an illusion!"

Crocodile Ancestor spoke and whispered to Jiang Han and others, "Boss, we are being stared at by the Great Monster from Mount Tai."

Jiang Han|Nods slightly, indicating that he understands.

He didn't care much. Although the strength of these Great Monsters was powerful, they should not have reached the Quasi-Emperor Realm. In Jiang Han's impression, if Journey to the West said that a monster's cultivation level was Quasi-Emperor, it would only be Jiu Ling Yuan Sheng.

As for Great Saint and below, there is no need to be cautious!

"It seems...it's the chariot that fought with Sun Wukong."

On the top of Mount Tai, a young man stared at the chariot approaching them, with a hint of fear on his face, "This alien isn't going to capture us, is it?"

Everyone suddenly panicked.

"Calm down!"

A burly man shouted, "This alien once stopped Sun Wukong from massacring humans, so he probably wouldn't do it! Even if he wants to arrest us, there are plenty of people out there, so why are they here to arrest us?"

"good!"

Another person also spoke to reassure everyone, "The aliens should be here to see the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin. Let's retreat!"

They cautiously took a few steps back. Fortunately, Mount Tai became larger and the Nine Dragon Coffin did not occupy all the space. They were able to step back dozens of steps and watch from a distance, feeling uneasy.

"The Nine Dragons pull the coffin, they are really the people of Nine Dragons.'

At this time, Jiang Han and others had already approached the giant coffin. Crocodile Ancestor stepped out of the chariot and reached out to touch the dragon corpse, his eyes blazing, "If I can drink the dragon's blood, I will definitely be able to reach a higher level!"

"Don't think too much about it."

Jiang Han also got off the chariot and reached out to touch the dragon corpse. It felt cold and bumpy to the touch.

There are lines on the dragon scales.

"This dragon corpse has no blood. It looks like it has just died, but an unknown number of years have passed. It only has the shape of a dragon. "It may turn into ten piles of dragon bones at any time.

As he spoke, Jiang Han turned to look at the giant coffin.

This is a giant bronze coffin. Just looking at the material, it seems to be similar to that small bronze coffin.

He stepped forward and brushed his hand over the giant coffin, a strange color flashing in his eyes.

"This alien looks like us?"

At the same time, not far away, the dozen young people were looking at them curiously. After seeing their appearance, they all showed surprise.

"Do you think they are from Earth?" Someone hesitated.

"impossible!"

As soon as this speculation came out, it was denied by the people next to it, "How could the earth have such advanced technology? If it had, it would have rushed out of the solar system long ago!"

"He's coming towards us [What should we do?"] The group of young people were in a panic.

"Boss, do you know them?"

The burly young man gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and said in a deep voice: "What do you want to talk to us about? We are all ordinary earthlings, powerless and don't know anything!"

"Right."

Chu Feng grinned, showing his snow-white teeth.

"Boss?"

They are all ordinary people!

Everyone looked at each other and hesitated.

"Want to take action?"

"do not know."

He was sure of this instantly, because among these dozen people, although some had a little more energy and blood, they were only a little stronger than the others!

As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly became quiet and as silent as a cicada.

Chu Feng showed a gentle smile, spoke pure Mandarin, and stretched out his hand to signal to the confused people.

There was a hint of doubt in his words.

Suddenly, the burly man's expression changed, and he lowered his voice and said: "They are looking over.

Chu Feng walked slowly to the crowd, stood still, and glanced at them.

"Don't rush!"

They discussed in low voices and knocked Mai and others unconscious.

"Would you like to go over?"

Jiang Han narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and said, "Go over there and ask them to come over and talk."

Chu Feng shrugged, and his eyes fell on this burly young man, one of the few people with strong vitality, "I am just passing the message on behalf of the boss (Qian Qian).

The burly young man turned to look at Jiang Han, who was observing carefully beside the giant bronze coffin, and his eyes narrowed slightly, "Is that boy your boss?"

Obviously, although there has been a certain improvement in the game, it is extremely limited.

Chu Feng nodded and strode over.

Jiang Han lowered his head and looked under the Kowloon coffin. He discovered that there was a five-color altar here. This so-called five-color altar was, to put it bluntly, a kind of "interstellar terminal"

Chu Feng narrowed his eyes.

The burliest man took a deep breath, stepped forward, stood in front of everyone, held his head high and stared at Chu Feng as he approached step by step.

He stared at the burly young man: "I am not discussing with you whether to go there, but 'please' you go directly! My patience is not bad, but our boss's patience is not very good!"

"Don't get me wrong, Pang Bo has no intention of fighting with you. Let's go over right now!" A man suddenly walked out from beside him, grabbed the burly young man, and then smiled apologetically at Chu Feng.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his veins popped out.

Hearing this, the burly young man's complexion changed slightly, his fists were clenched tightly, and blue veins popped out.

The five-color altar is used to guide the Nine Dragons to pull the coffin.

"Everyone, my boss invites you to come over and talk. Please!"

Seeing Jiang Han staring at the group of people opposite, Chu Feng asked curiously.

"To be honest, I don't know either."