Jiang Fan knew it well at the time, but he didn't expect such a coincidence: "The Emperor Qin Yingpei."
The great monk said: "No surprise...this shows..."
"I did it." Jiang Fan immediately recounted the previous battle in Southern Xinjiang.
When he mentioned that Feng Tiannan was captured, the second prince and the great monk were shocked. The second prince pointed at him: "Oh, you were the one who killed Gao Jian!"
Jiang Fan did not deny it and simply explained what happened next.
Both of them were shocked and speechless. This kid had done such an earth-shattering thing without saying a word.
The second prince grinned: "If you had been born thirty years earlier, would the world still be thinking about it all day long as your father, emperor, and brother? The Great Zhou Dynasty will definitely return to its peak."
But his tone was just emotion, but he didn't seem to have much regret.
The great monk was not just shocked. Who would dare to think of such a thing? But this young man has only been born for four years, and to achieve this from nothing is unbelievable.
He couldn't help but look at the second prince and sigh: "...I, it seems that I can see the grand scene of the world being reunited..."
The second prince waved his hand: "Forget it, I'm more relieved. You can handle the world's major events. I just want to ask two things now."
He looked at Jiang Fan curiously: "First, and what your old man is most concerned about, how on earth did your boy... survive?"
From the moment he revealed his identity, Jiang Fan knew that he would definitely ask this question, but the key point was that he really couldn't tell. All he knew was that after waking up, he met a bad old man who said that his body was broken and that he had no vitality. Feeling depressed, he took him all over the world to find treasures of heaven and earth to take a bath, and he took a bath for ten years at a stretch.
"I don't know about the other things. I don't remember what happened before the coma because of the severe trauma to the back of my head. I don't know what happened during the coma. When I wake up, it's just those things." Jiang Fan said simply.
The second prince pinched his chin: "It's indeed a bit baffling, but it's a great blessing that you met the old immortal Sun. I, a descendant of the royal family, is blessed with great luck and his fate should not be cut off."
The great monk was also full of emotions: "I was born with the dragon seed, and I have good luck. If I survive a near-death situation, I will have good fortune in the future. That old immortal Sun can be regarded as your highness's savior, and he is also a great benefactor to my people in the Great Zhou Dynasty."
The second prince said with an interesting smile: "Speaking of which, this Immortal Sun is really interesting... I have wanted to visit him several times."
Jiang Fan smiled and said: "I heard what my uncle meant, so I didn't go in the end."
The second prince shook his head and sighed regretfully: "I don't dare to go, because the little girl in the front hall and the old man have been having a bad look all day, and I'm afraid he'll poison me to death."
Jiang Fan couldn't help but laugh. The old guy was indeed in a bad mood because of Xiao Nuomi, but this second uncle was quite sensible.
The great monk said: "There have been rumors about the existence of Immortal Sun in the world for more than two hundred years. I don't know how long he lived or how advanced his cultivation is."
Jiang Fan said: "Can't you see it either?"
The great monk said: "Don't talk about the poor monk, even His Highness the Second Highness has no clue that he possesses supreme Buddhist power."
Jiang Fan was also very curious. This old guy was the oldest person in the world. He was a 300-year-old immortal demon. His cultivation level was as high as several floors. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes twice, he would have thought that the old guy was just a poisonous person. It’s just a profound skill.
"No matter what, since you are alive, the world's affairs will be left to you and your son to worry about. My uncle is more curious about another thing..."
His eyes were bright.
"Master Xuanzang, where is he?"
Jiang Fan shook his head and smiled bitterly, where are you? Not born yet. How to say this.
"The Great Master travels around the world, living in no fixed place, and has even walked hundreds of thousands of miles to reach the Great Western Heaven. I really don't know."
The second prince held his chin and thought seriously for a long time: "Is this the way to practice Buddhism... You just said... how far is it to the Buddhist holy land in Western Xinjiang? One hundred and eight thousand miles..."
The more he spoke, the softer his voice became, but his eyes became brighter and brighter. Jiang Fan and the great monk looked at each other and felt something was wrong. I'm afraid this one...
——
Just when Jiang Fan met his second uncle, someone was following his trail.
A guy who looked like a hanged man stood in front of the mass grave in Hulukou with a cold look: "There are many traces that prove that our Feng Family Crusaders once launched a large-scale battle formation here."
"The smell of blood is very strong. It is very likely that the old emperor is fighting against Jiang Fan here, but where did Jiang Fan get the soldiers and horses?" Beside him, a man had his head wrapped in gray cloth, including his eyes. But only one nose was left outside. The weird man who looked like a mummy moved his nose twice and said.
The Hanged Ghost snorted coldly: "Southern Xinjiang is divided among the heroes, but there are not many places that can borrow such a number of soldiers and horses. Come with me to investigate!"
The man with his head wrapped in cloth moved his nose a few times again: "It smells like a beast from the wild, like a tiger."
"Tiger? A strange beast from ancient times..." The hanged man's face suddenly changed: "Could it be... this is impossible!"
The man said in a deep voice: "It is rumored that the King of Mountains and Forests, the White Tiger Fierce God, seems to be able to cope with such evil aura."
The hanged ghost looked surprised and uncertain: "The white tiger and the golden eagle are collectively known as the beast gods of southern Xinjiang. How could they appear on the battlefield?"
"Are you questioning my nose?" The man said coldly: "My sense of smell has never been wrong."
The Hanged Man seemed quite convinced by this and gritted his teeth and said: "This can be a direction. We will track the whereabouts of the remaining soldiers first. If we find nothing, we will start from there." The Hanged Man waved his hand decisively, and the two of them telegraphed to the distance. Shoot away.
Not long after they left, a neatly dressed woman with eyes as sharp as frost appeared at the mouth of the gourd together with two weirdos carrying swords.
"The bloody energy reaches the sky."
The sword behind the woman actually made a faint cry.
A green-faced man said in a deep voice: "This is a battlefield, a battlefield for hundreds of thousands of people."
Another strong red-faced woman said: "It's been too long and we can't distinguish the breath, but we can check for some traces."
The woman from before said: "We will split up."
The two of them searched left and right, but the woman stared at the mass grave, her eyes flashing.
——Jiang Xiaoyao... I know you have been here, what have you done?
After a long time, the woman raised her head, stared at the sky, and whispered to herself.
——
At this moment, Jiang Fan was on the road, and there were two more people beside him.
The first one is Queen Bee Situ Yilan. She picked up three thousand-year-old bamboo shoots in vain, and with the influence of spiritual plants all day long, her skills improved greatly. She needed some battles to consolidate her cultivation, so she followed Jiang Fan out of the mountain. Of course, in her words, After all, the queen bee owes nothing to anyone in return for these precious medicines.
The second one is the great monk, but it is not the smiling Maitreya like the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, but the glaring King Kong-like appearance when he first joined the Huangquan Sect.
He came out of the mountain to lead the monk soldiers and successfully transfer these secret powers to Jiang Fan.
Now, the force is stronger, and Jiang Fan is confident in taking down the Zheng family in one fell swoop.
Along the way, whenever he had free time, he would play with the seven-star secret key from time to time. Now that he has obtained six of the seven stars, there is still one last guardian left. Who will it be?
It must have been hidden too deep, and no clues have been revealed so far. It’s not that Jiang Fan has never thought of actively looking for it, but this thing is like finding a needle in a haystack, it’s too difficult.
What the cheap daddy is thinking, even the Second Emperor's uncle knows, why don't you just tell yourself?
I can't understand...
