There was a hint of chill in Zhao Fan's vast eyes, and even his own father Zhao Yan felt faintly shuddered when he saw it.
"Xiao Fan, since I came out of isolation temporarily and caught up, I will leave this matter to you. Tell me what you are going to do?" Zhao Yan knew his own weight. He exploded with all his strength and used all his strength to suck milk. Under the circumstances, it is equivalent to the level of reaching the peak of the Holy Realm for the first time, so it is safest to leave it to a son who is as powerful as the sun.
"Of course I'll give it back tenfold."
Zhao Fan said domineeringly.
"That's it, I'm going to ask for information about the Nine Nether Clan right now, and get you all the addresses where the remnants of the Nine Nether Clan are suspected to be hiding." Zhao Yan had a ruthless look on his face. Different from a slap in the face, now, I am afraid that all the forces in the Hidden Sect are paying attention to what measures the Zhao family will take next.
After all, the Zhao family has given birth to a person who deserves to be the first person in the hidden sect. If the thunder is loud and the rain is small, or if he has nothing to do and suffers a dumb loss, it is inevitable that Zhao Fan's reputation will be ruined.
"Who has been coordinating the encirclement and suppression of Jiuyoumen?" Zhao Fan asked.
"At that time, many forces in the Hidden Sect publicly recommended three people."
Zhao Yan introduced: "They are the Lord of the Fire God Palace, Taoist Priest Qingfeng and King Zhennan. Among them, the Lord of the Fire God Palace is like a nominal person. She will only take action when other forces cannot solve it. The King of Zhennan is just because Those with high reputation are selected, so the one who is really interested in this is Taoist Master Qingfeng.”
"Then I will go to Wuzhuang Temple."
Zhao Fan nodded and said: "Next, everything in the Zhao family can remain as before. There is no need to spread the word. Just pretend that nothing happened. In addition, in order to prevent similar things from happening again, we will recall all the disciples who are traveling abroad. Come, Let’s come with a big one and catch Jiuyoumen off guard.”
"Pretending to be cowardly?" Zhao Yan was startled for a moment, then he understood his son's intentions, then waved his hand and said, "Just do whatever you think is best. As my father, I will support you unconditionally."
"Ha ha."
Zhao Fan laughed twice and disappeared into the Patriarch's Mansion like a gust of wind.
Zhao Yan looked at the direction in which his son disappeared, feeling extremely proud, and then said with some sadness: "If she were still alive and saw Xiaofan's achievements today, she would probably smile happier than when she married me."
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The young master's residence.
Zhao Fan briefly explained the matter to Lin Qianqian in a few sentences, and then told her to inform the girls not to leave the dungeon in the near future, and it was best to stay in the mansion to practice.
"Okay, I will tell them what you told them." Lin Qianqian nodded, and at the same time realized that this matter was of great importance.
Besides, she also had a very good impression of the Nanbei Feng brothers. Unexpectedly, things were so unpredictable that such misfortunes would happen after not seeing each other for a long time.
After Zhao Fan said goodbye to his wife, he passed the altar and left the dungeon without any delay.
next moment.
Zhao Fan took a deep breath like a fish in water. Even though it was not many days since he last returned to the outside world, during this period, the soul body where his consciousness was has been in the underworld, and another 17,000 years have happened. The time difference made him feel like he had been staying under that rules and order that even his breathing was suppressed for a long, long time.
The air in the underworld is simply not comparable to that in the human world.
Even if the spiritual energy here is thin, there is still a sense of belonging.
Breathe freely for five minutes.
With a thought, Zhao Fan activated the magic sword embryo in his dantian, and then a black thread emerged from his mouth, transforming into a flying sword.
Sitting sideways on the sword, the flying sword held him up and turned into a black stream of light, traveling through the void.
Zhao Fan did not use the golden-winged roc because the flying sword was much faster, and even though it cost more, it was most suitable for short-distance travel.
On the way to Wuzhuang Temple, Zhao Fan looked at his left thumb helplessly.
In that position, the person wearing the Mingkong Ring was wearing one.
