Fish swimming around the world

The Empress was a little stunned and nodded lightly: "Maybe it makes sense, but the question is, who created this thing to exist, why, and where is it?"

Jiang Fan let out a long breath: "This is the answer we are looking for. I have a feeling that if we can find it, many problems will be solved."

"So..." The Empress looked at him: "You want - Immortal?"

Jiang Fan smiled: "Besides the big event, you might as well give it a try. Who makes immortals seem to be more and more related to the world, who makes me come from Kunlun?"

The empress chuckled: "Who told you to be called an immortal!"

"Haha, yes, since you can't avoid this word, just write it carefully."

The empress looked at him, walked over slowly, stretched out her hand to gently caress his cheek, her eyes were strange: "To be honest... If anyone in the world can find an immortal, it must be you."

Jiang Fan gently held her hand back: "You still think that I really come from the fairy world."

"In your words, who allowed me to be born in this world, who allowed me to hear the legends of immortals all the time, who allowed me to... see the banished immortals."

"I just met the fairy..."

Mr. Jiang closed the door backwards with his donkey's hooves, looking wretched.

"Go away, the fairy is in Huayang Palace!"

After the empress finished speaking, she walked out through the window with a flick of her sleeves.

"Huh? You..."

The two sons of Kunlun have arrived, and Jiang Fan begins to organize his manpower.

After final consideration, he redefined the top ten powerhouses.

Uncle Master, Fisherman, Woodcutter, Zhang Qiubeard, Yan Kuangtu, Kuangshi, Chai Lao, Lu Hanting, Zou Fuzi, Zhongli.

Alai's message began to be transmitted in all directions, and in at most half a month, they would gather in Mortal Habitat.

During this time, Jiang Fan will begin to study how to lure out the Red Lotus King puppet.

Of course, he did not forget the Huangquan Sect. This kind of help was not in vain, so he summoned Meng Nu.

As soon as they met, Jiang Fan felt a little surprised.

Goddess Meng looked extremely reserved, and her eyes were filled with deep caution.

Jiang Fan didn't know how much Grandpa Jiu's look frightened Meng Nu at the bottom of the lake. He thought it was caused by seeing the many differences between mortals.

"Meng Po is such a beautiful woman," Jiang Fan said with a smile: "The plan is about to be launched. Your city lord has said that you will fully cooperate with me."

Meng Nu stared at him warily: "You have such a character, why do you still need me from the Huangquan Sect?"

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment and subconsciously realized that she probably noticed the extraordinary nature of Grandpa Ninth and Sister Six.

However, Jiang Fan was very happy and unfathomable.

"These are two different things. You just have to say whether you want to do it or not."

Meng Nu took a deep breath: "The city lord has an order, and Meng Nu must obey it."

"Very good, I don't have any other requests. You must mobilize ten people who are strong enough to be at the Holy Realm or higher of the Huangquan Sect to do as you are told."

Meng Nu thought for a moment: "I will repair the book immediately and ask the city lord to mobilize manpower. However, the corpse puppet must be returned to us."

Jiang Fan sneered: "Belong? You have to be able to suppress it before talking."

Meng Nu frowned, and the Yin Qi in her body was a little restless. Jiang Fan's eyes turned cold: "You'd better think clearly about who you are facing."

Meng Nu was horrified, and the Yin Qi instantly gathered into her body. Not to mention the two new arrivals yesterday, Mortal Residence itself made him inexplicably frightened. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon was not enough to describe it, especially the short old man on the watchtower. Every time he saw him, he seemed to be seeing a ghost. Such existence. This was also the reason why she hid under the water and refused to come out.

"You are not the real Po Meng, but I am the real great demon. Do your work well and do your best, otherwise, in a snap, I will ask you to return to the real underworld. Get out of here."

Jiang Fan's voice was calm and not polite at all, but Meng Nu didn't dare to refute even a little bit.

Because at this moment, she saw that bad old man who loved to eat chicken again. Even the fisherman had to respectfully call him a senior.

Is this fucking called Mortal Habitat? Don't you want to lose face in the dragon's pond and the tiger's den? !

Meng Nu left the room full of curses.

"Do you want Huangquanzong to take action?" The old guy tore off a chicken leg and threw it to him.

"Well, there has to be someone who stands in front of the water. Of course, this kind of risky thing must be left to others."

Sun Daotong nodded: "I know the manpower, it is suitable. I will keep an eye on it in the dark."

Jiang Fan nodded: "It's best not to take action if you can. With the Kunlun Nine Sons here, I don't think the Red Lotus King puppet can cause much trouble."

Sun Daotong said slowly: "The cultivation of these two people is very good, but no one knows how amazing the zombies are if they have been refined for thousands of years, so be careful."

Jiang Fan nodded, suddenly curious: "Old guy, how do these two compare to you?"

Sun Daotong made a sound and said in a very disgusting way: "Their boss is pretty much the same."

Jiang Fan was really doubtful: "Old guy, are you really that strong?"

Sun Daotong said sternly: "I am talking about the level of medical and poison methods. Who can compete with them in martial arts cultivation?"

Jiang Fan rolled his eyes: "There is still no truth."

"Both each other." Sun Daotong said disdainfully.

"Old guy, this time, I went to meet with the great elder and talk about my past."

The old man suddenly frowned and said, "Okay, that's all I've said. You know all the doubts. I don't know anything else. If there's no new information, just let it go. There's no point in confusing me."

Jiang Fan nodded: "Yes... you are right, there is still no new news. However, over the years, I have thought about it repeatedly and found that there is a possible doubt that I had ignored before..."

He pondered for a moment: "Do you still remember the last words of the guard commander? He said that my grandson had been missing for three days..."

Sun Daotong rolled his old eyes: "I remember, but it's normal. They had no time to care about the enemy, and Taisun escaped by himself..."

Jiang Fan hummed: "There is nothing wrong, but just because there is nothing wrong, I didn't notice it. Do you think anything happened in the past three days? Why has he been unconscious since then?"

Sun Daotong shook his head: "There is no evidence to prove it. The devil knows what happened, but what does it matter? He can't be switched. Who are those guards? How can they admit the wrong person?"

Jiang Fan couldn't explain it, but he always felt that something was strange.

"There's one more thing, Great Elder... seems a little weird..."

After hearing this, Sun Daotong pondered for a moment: "There are rumors that martial arts masters can rejuvenate their youth, but I have never seen this kind of thing. What you said is quite interesting. I will go and observe it someday."

Suddenly, he looked unkind: "Take care of your monkey brother! Grandma, you even dare to steal my roast chicken, next time I'll peel off its monkey skin!"

Jiang Fan smiled bitterly, knowing this would happen, "Where's the monkey?"

"I put it in the stove pit to suppress it. Recently, I let it stay in it for reflection."

"Damn it, the one who cooks on the fire shouldn't smoke it to death?"

"It won't kill you if it's smoked. This guy is no ordinary creature. He can't be hurt by water, fire, swords, and guns, but it will definitely make his eyeballs hurt and give him some memory."

Jiang Fan was speechless. At least the Great Sage was refining it in the Bagua Furnace back then. How could you fill it in the stove pit... You look down on the monkey...