"Ziming pays homage to Master Fan!"

Wu Ming bowed his head to the end. Although he was not a disciple, his attitude was extremely respectful.

There is no way, this is a wise man from China, with supreme prestige, he is highly respected even among demons and barbarians, and there is no room for him to be careless.

Even if what comes is just the incarnation of the other party's holy thought, at most it is placed on a certain treasure.

Wu Ming knew very well that even if the mission of this trip was quite heavy, it would not bother him to come forward in person. It would be good to be able to dispatch the incarnation of the Holy Mind instead of letting others take over.

"Haha, you are not usually so polite!"

Master Fan clasped his hands behind his back, his old but hale and hearty face full of playful smiles.

"Ahem, respecting teachers and teaching is what we should do!"

Wu Ming stood with his hands tied like a good baby.

"Hmph, don't be careless with me. Are you causing trouble again? Why don't you just bring it about?"

Teacher Fan was not in a good mood.

"This...is nothing, just..."

Wu Ming scratched his head and picked through this line one by one.

Of course, the relationship with Long Kui was concealed, and he only said that the situation was urgent at that time, and he was acting as a doctor on a dead horse, and he was able to stabilize it as a dragon.

"As far as I know, the Dragon Prince of the East China Sea took one of the little princess's natal dragon scales and used it as bait to anger the wind and thunder dragon python. Logically speaking, your identity as a dragon should be useless!"

After listening to it, Teacher Fan pointed out the key point in one sentence.

"You are worthy of being the wise man of China and the divine needle of the human race!"

"Speak humanly!"

Master Fan glared.

"Originally I thought it was over, but I didn't expect that I tried my best and actually communicated with the banned Dragon Festival edict, so that the wind and thunder dragon python stopped. I don't know what opportunity it got, but in the end it turned into another form and went to the devil.

Guang Tian Mo!"

Wu Ming said sarcastically.

"No wonder the aquatic tribes in the Four Seas and Liangjiang River have been moving frequently recently. It turns out that it was the Dragon Festival order and there was movement. Is the legend true?"

Master Fan's eyes were as deep as the sea and he murmured.

"What legend?"

"Go ahead, you shouldn't know, you don't need to know!"

Master Fan glared at him, then waved and said angrily, "Why are you hiding so far away? I can still eat you?"

"Yes!"

Wu Ming, who was galloping around in the abandoned battlefield, was no different from his grandson at this moment, nodding and bending closer.

"It doesn't matter that I didn't get the twin maces of wind and thunder. Anyway, this treasure is for others to use. But if this treasure is really born together with the wind and thunder dragon python, and comes to China, there will be another turmoil!"

Teacher Fan did not blame him. After saying this, he stretched out his hand and said, "Bring it to me!"

Wu Ming hurriedly sent the historical holy stickers and the true flame order, and took out the demon soul coffin and several foreign treasures together.

"You handled this matter well. Even if you have some connection with the Demon Cult, it doesn't matter. As long as it's not too deeply involved, I will make arrangements for you at the Holy Temples!"

Master Fan put away the two treasures and looked at the demon soul coffin.

"The boy is a member of the human race, so he must put the overall situation first!"

Wu Ming bowed respectfully and said with a slight hesitation, "I just don't know what's in the demon soul coffin..."

"We are old friends too!"

Master Fan said calmly.

Buzz!

As soon as he finished speaking, the demon soul coffin seemed to be sensing something, and it actually vibrated slightly.

"Hmph, you were no match for me back then. You have been living in a semi-saint body for many years, and you still want to borrow a corpse to resurrect the soul. It's really too whimsical!"

Master Fan lightly patted the sarcophagus, immediately stopping its shaking.

"You mean, he...he is from China..."

Wu Ming was stunned.

"She is a fallen demon, so she has gone astray!"

Teacher Fan sighed, his eyes desolate, as if he remembered some past events, and he put the sarcophagus away casually, "You don't have to worry about her affairs. I owe you a favor for this matter."

"It's not appropriate!"

Wu Ming waved his hands repeatedly and cursed in his heart. Looking at the old man's appearance, he was by no means as simple as an old acquaintance.

Since the war at the end of the Middle Ages, no demons have entered China. Master Fan can recognize the person in the coffin, which means that he must be a creature of China!

"It's just that this disciple has offended the Demon Sect very badly, and the armor-faced man even dropped his harsh words and said that the Holy Church of Six Paths would put me on the must-kill list!"

Wu Ming said with a bitter face.

"Have you ever been scared?"

Master Fan glanced at him and said angrily, "When we cooperated with the Demon Cult to deal with that bug and the *, why didn't we think of today?"

"This is not..."

Wu Ming's heart skipped a beat and he secretly thought that the old man was indeed not simple. Not only did he know these things, but he also knew almost everything about the Dragon Prince of the East China Sea against him.

Moreover, to allow this current scholar to set an example and curse unabashedly is obviously extremely contemptuous of both.

"What is this and that? The Dragon-Binding Demon Lord's son has an old relationship with you, and you still need to cover it up?"

Master Fan sneered, but there was not much anger. Instead, he shook his head and sighed, "That junior is also a good scholar, but it is a pity that he was born in the wrong child. Now he has achieved great magic skills. Even I can't wash his whole body with the aura of awe-inspiring. From now on

From now on, you will have to be more discerning!"

"The Great Success of Sealing Heaven and Confronting Demons?"

Wu Ming's heart was shocked, and a rough figure flashed in his mind. He was full of doubts. The extremely shy person lost his voice and said, "Sir, do you know what happened?"

"Why!"

Master Fan sighed again and looked up into the distance, "It is said that tiger poison does not eat its children, but it cannot be said to be so serious, but the Dragon-Binding Demon Lord only has one son, and I hope he will inherit the mantle, but this son's temperament is very much like his mother's.

, the Dragon-Binding Demon Lord deliberately threw him into the Demon-Suppressing Tower."

"That alone is not enough to make him..."

"If nothing goes wrong, the Dragon-Binding Demon Lord must have used extremely sinister means to first confuse his mind and then lure him into becoming a demon!"

"Disciple heard that Feng Tianlin is the blood scholar's direct disciple. Could it be that..."

"Even the master can't take care of other people's family affairs, let alone...he himself is in ruins!"

Master Fan said calmly.

After hearing this, Wu Ming was speechless for a long time.

The whole of China could count on one hand the number of people who dared to organize the two great saints of the Demon Sect in this way, but this one not only had the strength, but also the qualifications. Even if they dared to point their noses and scold him in person, neither of them would dare to talk back.

It’s not that I’m afraid, it’s that I can’t say it!

To quarrel with this man is to bring humiliation upon oneself. Do you really think that you are called a wise man for nothing?

"The Sand Clan is no more than a disease of the slime, so you have the power to be a whetstone. As for the Shenyi Sect, there is no big problem in thinking about it. At least they will never go out until the two juniors, Mo Zangfeng and Yan Kuangtu, are dead.

Manpower is available, but deliberate suppression is indispensable!"

Master Fan said again.

"What about the demonic and barbarian side?"

Wu Ming said cautiously.

"You are in the hinterland of the human race, so you don't have to worry about demons and barbarians crossing the border!"

Master Fan said it easily, but showed supreme confidence, which made Wu Ming's heart fall back into his stomach.

The reason why he said it was reluctantly was because he firmly believed that it was better to rely on others than to rely on oneself, and he could never place his life on others.

If Master Fan hadn't said this, Wu Ming would probably have slapped him.

"As for the casual cultivator alliance, if possible, lure them into action!"

Master Fan said, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

Wu Ming seems to have an illusion that this is not a Confucian saint who teaches and educates people, but is an iron-blooded handsome man who strategizes!

"Why, are you scared or still unwilling?"

Seeing that he was silent, Master Fan smiled.

"No, no, with you as my guarantee, my disciples dare to brave the sea of ​​swords and fire, but..."
To be continued...