Thump! Thump!
"Come in!"
Long Ji pushed open the door and walked into the living room.
The flying battleship had a spatial array formation that could expand the space inside. As the commander, Zhang Fan's room was over 1,000 square meters in size.
"Is there something you need from me, cousin?"
Zhang Fan was a little surprised. Long Ji seemed to be very close to his mortal cousins.
However, Zhang Fan knew that this was only on the surface. Long Ji was only being polite and friendly!
"We're cousins. Can't I look for you for no reason?”
Long Ji raised his eyebrows and snorted angrily.
However, Zhang Fan only stared at Long Ji blankly. After a long while, Long Ji had no choice but to retreat.
"Alright, I won't tease you anymore. I just want to ask. That Six-legged Mystic Boar is a wild beast, let alone a complete body.
Why did you give it to Canopy so easily? Did you know each other before?”
"Nothing much, I just feel that he is fated to be with pigs. If Cousin Long Ji has nothing else to do, I have to cultivate!”
Zhang Fan replied with a nostalgic expression. He then chased Long Ji out of the room.
"Am I being despised?"
Long Ji was in disbelief when he saw that Zhang Fan had already closed the door and set up a soundproof array in the room.
Who was she? She was the only princess of the Heavenly Court. Oh, now she was the only eight.
In the entire Heavenly Court, who wouldn't praise him when they saw him? Now, he was actually chased out by a kid who wasn't even twenty years old.
"Zhang Fan, just you wait! Hmph!”Long Ji slapped Fang Zheng and turned around to leave angrily.
At the corner of the cabin, Zhang Chen gloomily looked at Zhang Fan's room, remaining silent for a long time.
After that, they arrived at the Sanmiao territory without any danger.
"We're almost there. Invite the Divine Lord and the princess out!”
Ever since he received benefits from Zhang Fan, Tian Peng had changed his mind.
"Have we arrived? Where is the headquarters of the Three Sprout Tribe?”
Zhang Fan released his Divine Sense and discovered traces of human activity in all directions. However, he didn't find any traces of the Sanmiao Tribe.
Three Sprout was a general term for all the tribes that had split up after the failure of the Jiuli tribal alliance.
The three Miao tribes also had a main tribe, similar to the Yu Capital of the humans in the Central Plains and the Royal Court of the barbarians in the grasslands.
"Reporting to Divine Lord, Little God has never been to Sanmiao, I don't know!”
"Didn't Sanmiao send an envoy to Yu City? Let him lead the way!”
Zhang Fan said nonchalantly. After that, the entire scene quieted down, and everyone fell silent.
"What's wrong?"
Zhang Fan furrowed his brows. The doubt in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he also fell silent.
"So, we didn't bring anyone with us?”
"Divine Lord, the Heavenly General in charge of counting the number of people doesn't know that there are other people!”
Tian Peng explained in a low voice. No one told them that there were still three emissaries!
"Find someone to ask for directions!"
Zhang Fan pinched his forehead. What a bunch of idiots! With such qualities, it would be a miracle if the Heavenly Court could rise again!
Zhang Fan's figure flashed as he instantly disappeared from the battleship and arrived at a valley.
There was a person with an extremely dense life aura here. He was definitely a local tyrant and knew a lot.
Then, Zhang Fan saw an unforgettable scene.
Zhang Fan saw a 30-foot-tall giant wearing a tiger skin apron.
The giant held a huge leaf in his hand, wrapped in roots and soil, tied it up with tree vines, and stuffed it into his mouth.
As he swallowed the soil and roots, he cried and cried.
"Mother, where are you? I'm so hungry. The stones don't taste good.”
He could really live on dirt!
" Sorcerer tribe!?"
Long Ji unsheathed his sword and looked at the giant in front of him with a wary expression.
The giant turned his head and retreated several meters in an instant. A ten-foot-long bone club appeared in his hand, and a fierce aura assaulted his face.
Zhang Fan was speechless.
Looking at Xiaoxiao, who was still crying, her body emitted intense hostility. A fierce and tragic aura continued to rise.
As she cried, she exuded the determination to fight to the death.
The Sorcerer Tribe was truly a magical race.
"Cousin Long Ji, calm down!"
Zhang Fan pressed down on Long Ji's hand to stop him from attacking.
"Zhang Fan is a pure-blooded Shaman, and his bloodline is definitely within the fifth generation. He's definitely related to that heaven-defying Xing Tian!”
After the war between the Witches and Demons, the number of children born in the Sorcerer Tribe had decreased greatly. In fact, it would take thousands of years for the Sorcerer Tribe to produce less than ten thousand children.
The number of pure-blooded Sorcerer Tribes was even smaller. There were no more than ten pure-blooded Sorcerer Tribes born every thousand years.
"Xing Tian is Xing Tian, and he is him. Moreover, he is still young. Killing him will bring great trouble!”
The Voodoo Race loved to fight. To the Voodoo Race, dying in battle was an honor. Of course, killing the opponent was even more glorious.
However, it would be different if he were to attack the young Sorcerer Tribe members.
At that time, the Sorcerer Tribe would definitely go crazy and chase after Long Ji. Even a Saint would not be able to do anything about it.
Most importantly, killing a defenseless child would violate Zhang Fan's bottom line!
Although this child was a little big, the young witch was still a child!
"You want to kill Xiaoxiao? Bad guy!"
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