Fish swimming around the world

After the brothers Yinghu and Yingbao retreated, Yinglu stood in the big tent with his hands behind his hands for a long time, narrowing his eyes slightly: "Jiang Fan... Is what happened this time a single strategy or part of a plan? You... What kind of game are you doing? It's so big that it scares me..."

To be honest, Jiang Fan was also very frightened.

This time he heard something from Yinglu. A new force had arisen deep in the Shiwan Mountain. The leader was known as the Iron-faced Heavenly King. He was an incredibly powerful martial sage. Legend has it that this man was nine feet tall and wore a Wearing an iron mask, he is physically invincible, invulnerable to weapons and bullets, and is invulnerable to poison. He once smashed to death in the peak holy realm with three punches, and swallowed alive the unique poison of a great elder in the Twelve Dongs without getting hurt.

In particular, this person is not only mysterious, but also extremely good at the art of war. From the beginning of his rise, he has adopted a wandering strategy and lives in no fixed place. Under the cover of hundreds of thousands of mountains, they are like fish hiding in the river, disappearing and disappearing.

Under the leadership of the Iron-faced King, this group of people developed into a large force with dozens of large and small Shanzhai and Dongzi in one year. But the amazing thing is that what they do is very secretive, and it is difficult to tell exactly which ones. The village surrendered to them. Moreover, the team he organized always maintained a mobile warfare style, leaving many forces who wanted to target them helpless, and even Yinglu was defeated.

Although there don't seem to be many soldiers and horses, only about 50,000 people, they have huge support behind them, both in terms of manpower and material resources.

Jiang Fan couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Others didn't know it, but he understood it as soon as he heard it. Besides his brother-in-law Ying Wuming, who else could be there?

This guy... is really amazing.

So, Jiang Fan quietly sneaked into the vicinity of Moon God Dong, intending to meet Ying Wuming. After all, his brother-in-law was a very important part of his plan, and he was also the group of people Jiang Fan planned to find for Yu Qingcheng.

He came very secretly and disguised himself as an herb collector, but he was quickly discovered by the patrolling soldiers. Jiang Fan was surprised by their high vigilance. Ying Wuming was indeed rigorous enough in running the army.

After some interrogation, Jiang Fan handed over a handful of dried fruits, saying they were for the Iron Masked King. The two martial arts masters who interrogated him seemed a little surprised, but did not reveal anything. He was then temporarily detained and awaiting news.

Before long, he saw someone first. High Priest.

It was the first time I came to southern Xinjiang with my brother-in-law and met that old woman with gray hair and chicken skin.

She was still covered in bits and pieces, her clothes were like a loose raincoat, and her face showed no change, except that she looked better.

The high priest came to the cell and stood outside the door, observing.

After a while, she slowly spoke: "This... Chinese, who are you?"

Jiang Fan was stunned. He looked very much like a southern Xinjiang person in disguise, but the high priest actually recognized him at a glance. It was quite impressive.

"Do you think... I'm Chinese?" Jiang Fan said with a southern Xinjiang accent.

"No need..." The high priest shook his head: "I have been cultivating voodoo all year round. There is a kind of voodoo that can easily distinguish the different body odors of southern Xinjiang and Chinese people."

Jiang Fan smiled: "Awesome, this Gu is quite diverse, has endless uses, and is very magical."

The high priest said solemnly: "No...at that moment, I had already tested more than five types of poison on you, but you..."

Her old eyes showed an unbelievable look: "You are actually invulnerable to all poisons. I have never seen such a person before. Who are you?"

Jiang Fan laughed and revealed his original voice: "High Priest, do you still recognize this king?"

While he was talking, he was already rubbing his face to show his true face.

The high priest was stunned, and then his expression changed drastically: "Qin...King Xiaoyao?"

"Good memory." Jiang Fan smiled and said, "Where is my brother Chaofeng?"

The high priest was shocked for a moment, but his eyes became a little gloomy: "...Your Excellency, you shouldn't have come..."

When Jiang Fan heard this, his mind moved, he stared at the high priest and said slowly: "Shouldn't you come? What you said is interesting. I am not here to find you."

The high priest's expression was complicated: "Of course I know that the prince has come to look for me, but... please leave the prince."

"What do you mean..." Jiang Fan's expression changed slightly and he stared at her.

The high priest was silent for a long time, and then he spoke: "Your Majesty... He is also a king now, and he is no longer suitable to be your escort. Listen to me, my king is not a thing in the pond. Your Majesty, it's time to let go."

Jiang Fan sighed in his heart, Ying Wuming was so popular that even the high priest began to reject him on his behalf.

"High Priest, you are wrong. I have never regarded him as a follower or guard. He is just my friend. Therefore, your king is still your king. I am here only to visit my friends."

But the high priest shook his head: "No, I can see that my king treats you differently. If you tell him, he will still let go of everything, but we don't want him to be like this. For the first time in a hundred years, I, the Moon God Dong, have found a true King, he will lead us to unprecedented glory, you can’t take him away.”

As she spoke, she actually began to show obvious hostility.

Jiang Fan was a little shocked in his heart. Her words made him understand that Ying Wuming had truly become the King of the Moon God Dong, Louis, but here, his brother-in-law seemed to still be his brother-in-law...

"The real king...he is a Chinese, why do you admire him so much?" Jiang Fan asked, expressing his confusion.

The high priest said with great respect: "My king's martial arts are astonishing, he is good at conquering and fighting, and he has tamed the king of the sky over a hundred thousand mountains, the iron-feathered golden eagle. This king is well-deserved."

"Iron-feathered Golden Eagle?" Jiang Fan suddenly remembered the Golden Eagle King that Tian Luoyu mentioned. Could it be this guy?

"Yes, the Iron-feathered Golden Eagle, the King of the Sky, and the White Tiger, the King of the Forest, are sacred beasts revered by the people of the hundred thousand mountains. My king was able to tame the Iron-feathered Golden Eagle, so naturally all the tribes believed in him."

Jiang Fan was surprised. What a great Ying Wuming. He obviously got a mountain and sea beast, and it was a very symbolic mountain and sea beast.

"Your Highness, I'm sorry. I can't let you see my king. Yueshen Dong has no intention of being your enemy. I just ask you to let go of this giant dragon and let it soar into the sky."

"So, if I don't agree..."

"Then... I have no choice but to offend you. With my cultivation, I ask you to leave the mountain village."

Jiang Fan sighed softly: "Don't you want to know why I came?"

"No." The old woman shook her head slowly: "I just want you two to completely sever your relationship."

Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes: "If it is related to the King of Chu?"

The old woman was stunned: "King of Chu? He... Is he going to deal with my Yueshen Dong?"

Jiang Fan said: "In his eyes, Nanjiang is Chu."

"But it's not." The old woman's expression changed for a while and said: "Chu is Chu, and Nanjiang is Nanjiang. The kings of Chu in the past have never really ruled Nanjiang. Besides, my king is hiding in the Ten Thousand Mountains, and Yueshen Dong is not suitable for a large army to attack. Even the King of Chu can't do anything to my king."