Chapter 147
This day time.
Official border agency, statistics show.
The number of people going abroad has reached its highest peak in 30 years! !
Almost every flight out of the country is fully packed.
Generally those who leave are wealthy people.
As soon as the news came out.
There is even more pessimism online.
Although the special team announced that they had recruited two monks from the private sector who were equivalent to the second level of the divine realm, this battle was a little more certain, but many people still found it difficult to have confidence.
At this moment, it was on the outskirts of Pengcheng.
Temporary residence.
The momentum is cold.
The special team is headed by a third-level God Realm special team member codenamed Bloody Hand.
Everyone from all over the world gathered here.
Inside, there were many acquaintances of Jiang Yan.
During the battle at Tomb Mountain, Jiang Yan gave him a great opportunity, and now several people who are known as the leaders of the younger generation are here.
Northeastern shaman, Deng Dafu! Early innate stage!
The Tang family in Shuzhong, Tang Ao! Early innate stage!
Liu Yin, the corpse chaser, stepped into the innate world with half a foot!
Zhuge family, Zhuge Xuan! Half a step to innateness!
Maoshan Qing Sect, Qiao Bingyun, is making rapid progress and is in the early stage of Xiantian!
Everyone is fully prepared to face the three-star ghost disaster in the last two hours.
Just when everyone was getting ready to set off.
Jiang Yan's lazy figure walked in: "Take me with you."
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"Little saint!?"
The moment they saw Jiang Yan, the entire camp was boiling.
Especially Qiao Bingyun and the other five were even more excited, their eyes filled with enthusiasm.
"How did you come!?" Qiao Bingyun was extremely surprised.
Jiang Yan smiled: "If there is such a big disaster in Pengcheng, I will definitely come."
"You can use some strength."
Actually.
It was he who realized that the recent birth was a bit too much.
Something is wrong with my mood.
You have to return to this earthly world again to avoid going astray.
Well, it’s definitely not because I’m too lazy to find the Samsung Ghost King myself!
"Okay, okay!!" A long-lost sincere smile appeared on Deng Dafu's naive face, and he clenched his fists, "I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to fight side by side with you again."
"If it hadn't been for your guidance last time, we wouldn't have known it would be until the Year of the Monkey when we stepped into Xiantian."
Tang Ao, a boring gourd, nodded: "Thank you very much. My father asked me to tell you that you are a distinguished guest of the Tang family. Come and play when you have time."
Qiao Bingyun was direct: "Hey, the head of Maoshan said that I am a genius who has made the most rapid breakthroughs and progress since the beginning of time! Ask me when can I bring the little saint who shaped the genius back to Maoshan to be the wife of Yazhai!"
Liu Yin, the corpse chaser, was unhappy and pouted: "It's too much, it's too much. Didn't you see that Feng Qianqian and I are still waiting in line? I don't understand! Ahhhhhh, how come you are progressing so much faster than me? Too much! It’s unreasonable!”
Feng Qianqian still looked like the little princess from a noble family, a little proud, but when she faced Jiang Yan, the expectation and admiration flowing in her eyes was almost undisguised:
"My father also said that if you ask anything from the world, the world will give everything it has to do it for you."
Jiang Yan felt warm in his heart.
These people can be regarded as one of his very few friends.
Even when his cultivation level is high, he doesn’t distance himself.
"I'll go." Jiang Yan said with a smile.
The people around him had no idea that the legendary little saint could be so approachable.
A group of innate masters are now whispering like ordinary people.
"He's really too young... With his bone age, he is obviously in his early twenties!! I can't imagine it, I can't imagine it."
"Someone set foot in the Divine Court in their early twenties or nineties, while we, who are more than eighty years old, are still innate. There is no comparison."
"Haven't you heard? These young leaders of the younger generation are all because of his guidance, enlightenment, and accumulated experience. Now I believe more and more that the sect behind him has unimaginable inheritance ability. ! No wonder we can cultivate little saints!”
at last.
Another person had the courage to ask: "Little saint, may I ask, what is your relationship with Zhenjun Yulei?"
Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment: "Zhenjun Yu Lei?"
His mobile phone is basically not turned on, and he has no idea what is going on on the Internet. He came here today after watching the TV promotion.
Qiao Bingyun explained softly, talking about all the fishing boats at home and abroad.
Jiang Yan laughed dumbly.
He said bluntly: "There is no such thing as Thunder Controlling True Lord."
"I killed the Pengcheng Ghost King easily."
"The peak thunder method you talk about is what I realized later. Well, my cultivation was only improved before that battle. It only took three or four days? I won't change so much that you can't recognize it, right? ?”
The whole place was dead silent.
Immediately, the person who asked the question showed a wry smile: "Okay, if you don't want to tell me, I can understand. After all, your sect has never appeared before you, so it is normal for you to have some reason for keeping a low profile."
"The little saint is really a joker. If he can enter the realm of the seventh solar term from the initial entry into the Divine Court to defeat the two-star ghost king in three or four days, then is there any logic in the world? How many great monks have practiced hard for a hundred or two hundred years and have not been able to go through this process."
"It is even more impossible to realize the end of the thunder method in just a few days. The little saint is really joking."
Everyone agrees that he is a genius.
But in just a few days, breaking through seven consecutive solar terms? In addition to mastering the peak of the thunder method! ? Not targeting anyone, they don't believe that the Taoist ancestor has come!
Only Qiao Bingyun and Deng Dafu thought silently, hesitating between rational cognition and sensibility.
I don't know whether to believe it.
The code-named Blood Hand Special Agent coughed and said, "Okay, let's talk about the past later. Thank you for coming today, little saint. We are more confident."
He began to dispatch people.
Chen Feiwu and others were arranged to the south of Pengcheng early in the morning.
They were going to the North Gate, which was most likely to be attacked by the code-named Ghost General.
They could not gather together.
They needed to disperse and guard the thousands of ghost soldiers in all directions of the North Gate.
Jiang Yan was arranged to stand at the eleven o'clock position of the North Gate with Deng Dafu and others.
They were responsible for a large area around.
A group of people, led by Jiang Yan, stood in the center of the area, ready to take action at any time.
"Old Jiang..." Deng Dafu couldn't hold back his anger before the danger came. "Master Yu Lei, is it really you?!"
"Top 800 in the God Realm Ranking! I can't believe it."
Qiao Bingyun's beautiful eyes moved, and she said firmly: "I believe it."
Feng Qianqian said without hesitation: "I believe it too."
Liu Yin nodded: "+1!"
"He is so amazing, if he is even more amazing, I think I can accept it!"
Deng Dafu felt that he was left behind, and quickly explained: "I'm not doubting, I just..."
Zhuge Xuan adjusted his glasses: "It's normal, not to mention you, I don't believe it. On the God Realm Ranking, there is no one in the top 800 who has lived for less than 150 years."
"And they are all brought by the Lighthouse from the war. The dead souls are all over the ground. They are too friendly to them, the ghost controllers."