Fish swimming around the world

At this point, the Huang family and his son were defeated, and the Huanglong Gang, under the joint operation of Sima Jing and Yun Qiu, would probably be unable to cause any trouble.

The largest gang in Huangshajiang has unknowingly turned into a coolie gang.

And this gang can basically be regarded as Jiang Fan's strength.

Because they regard the old guy Sun Daotong as their living ancestor. It was because the old man hung pots along the Huangsha River to help the world, and specialized in treating the poor without taking any money. He became an old god in the eyes of millions of coolies, and almost every household enshrined the memorial tablet.

It seems that the old guy couldn't bear to see them suffering, so he helped them set up this organization to help each other. This is the origin of the coolie gang.

If the water rats in the Canglan River are caused by the countless gangsters who seek a living on the water working together to make profits, this coolie gang was established by the real working people at the bottom with pious beliefs in order to survive. They look similar, but their meanings are fundamentally different.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fan couldn't help but secretly wonder why he had slowly conquered these strange Jianghu organizations unintentionally...

There was no time to think about these things. Jiang Fan carefully recalled the messy information provided by Zodiac and briefly sorted it out in his mind.

Unfortunately, the Yuelai Inn is still shrouded in mist, and Jiang Fan is also helpless. This organization is as good as Bliss in keeping secrets.

But for him, Yuelai is not a top priority, and after all, there is nothing openly hostile about it. Right now, Fengchen and Tian Mol are the top priority.

The problem is that Tian Nao's problem may have to be solved in Xia Kingdom. At the moment, Jiang Fan can't leave Jin yet and can only concentrate on solving Fengchen first.

Of course, Fengchen wanted to kill him even more.

Three times before and after, Fengchen was completely defeated in Jiang Fan's hands, and Fengchen almost fell into madness. He couldn't figure out why a young man with a handsome face and a fishing background allowed himself, the proud man of heaven, to suffer repeated setbacks.

This time, he was almost captured alive.

This humiliation made him extremely angry, and his mania even made him ignore the physical pain.

Fengchen's aura was violent and chaotic, making his five remaining men afraid to approach. Everyone knew that Fengchen was irrational at this time and killing people was just a matter of chance.

Only Zhou Dalu remained the same as before, reminding Fengchen that the most important thing at the moment was to protect himself, and then wait for an opportunity to retaliate.

"As an emperor, you must be magnanimous. If you can afford to lose, you must win. If we lose, we must admit it. Now we must withdraw from the Jin Kingdom as soon as possible and return to the dark dynasty to regroup. Please think twice, Lord!"

Feng Chen raised his sword, but looking at Zhou Dalu, who was covered in blood and had one of his arms broken, he still forced himself to put it down.

Previously, because he had discovered that Jing'an City was a trap, he had doubted Zhou Dalu at a certain moment, but now he no longer had that thought.

This person was really loyal. If it weren't for him, the four most valued guards of Fengchen would not have survived. It was Zhou Dalu who risked losing an arm and triggered the formation to save the five people. Otherwise, they would have been completely wiped out.

And these were five saints, and Feng Chen definitely didn't want to lose their fighting power.

Zhou Dalu is just a messenger, and it is inevitable that he will be deceived. It is rare that this person is not afraid of suspicion and dares to appear in front of him, which shows that he has no evil intentions in his heart and dares to speak directly. He is commendable for his loyalty and bravery.

Therefore, even though Feng Chen was furious in his heart, he still let him go.

But he didn't know that when he slowly suppressed his violent aura and solemnly ordered to return as soon as possible. Zhou Dalu, who lowered his head, showed deep vigilance in his eyes.

He was testing just now, testing with his life. If Feng Chen slashed him with his sword, he would be very happy whether it was serious injury or death. However, in the face of such a humiliation, Feng Chen could hardly endure it. This was really not a good sign.

And Fengchen's next words made him even more frightened.

"No... we can't go back. They all thought I would go back, but... this is an opportunity..." Feng Chen suddenly stood up: "Go to Minzhou!"

Zhou Dalu was greatly shocked: "Emperor..."

"Seeing Sima Jing, Jiang Fan obviously colluded with the Jing'an County Sheriff. Since he participated in the national war, Sima Jing had reason to attack him."

"But your injuries..."

Feng Chen snorted softly: "It doesn't matter, just because I was seriously injured, they all thought that I would not fight back. This emperor wanted to take advantage of Jiang Fan's illusion."

"It's just that Sima Jing is worried about the battle to cross the river. Would he be willing to create another powerful enemy?"

Feng Chen smiled coldly: "Is Jiang Fan the only one who can disguise himself? As long as I want to kill him, that's enough..."

Zhou Dalu did not dare to ask any more questions, lowered his head and said: "Yes..."

Feng Chen suddenly looked at him: "You are seriously injured, so you don't need to follow me. Go to Minzhoucheng, meet Sima Jing and give him this secret letter."

As he spoke, he threw over a letter sealed with lacquer.

Zhou Dalu's heart moved, but he didn't refute. He took over and responded: "Follow the order."

"Go ahead."

"Yes." Zhou Dalu bowed and stepped back.

After he left, a saint came forward and said, "Your Majesty, shall we set off now?"

Feng Chen's eyes became very calm: "It's not us, it's you. Set off and follow him secretly."

The saint was stunned: "Are you doubting him?"

Feng Chen said: "No, but it needs to be confirmed."

The saint pondered for a moment, cupped his hands and said, "I understand."

"If he has no problem, you can go to Sima Jing in person and present me with my credentials."

As he spoke, he took out another secret letter from his arms that was exactly the same as before.

The saint was puzzled: "If he has no problems, then it's not..."

Feng Chen said: "That copy is blank. I have tampered with it. Once he opens it or takes it to another place, it means that he is unfaithful."

The saint said: "If so, can you help..."

Feng Chen actually smiled coldly: "No, keep calm and report to this emperor."

Watching him leave, Feng Chen ordered another saint: "Go to the Chu camp to investigate the news, pay special attention to Yu Qingcheng, and find out what she has done recently, no matter how big or small."

The second saint also quickly received the order and left.

Then he ordered the third saint.

"You, go meet Ying Lu and tell him that Jiang Fan is interfering in the war in southern Shanxi. Tell him what I have said, that I will help him get southern Xinjiang by eliminating Jiang Fan. If he hesitates, tell him that I promised in the name of the Feng family's emperor and the world outside the world."

Then, Feng Chen looked at the fourth saint: "You, contact my Jin Xingluo Guards and be on standby at any time. At the same time, send a message to Huangquan Sect and tell them that Jiang Fan is confirmed to be the framer."

Finally, Feng Chen ordered the fifth saint: "Keep an eye on Sun Daotong and see what they want to do. Report to me at any time through Xingluo Guards."

The fifth saint agreed, But he said: "Do you want to gather people..."

Feng Chen nodded: "We don't need so many people this time, we need the strongest. Jiang Fan has seven old servants, right? Gather the strong men from Jin and hurry up!"

The saint said: "We don't have many people in southern Jin. We may not be able to catch up in time if we gather from other places."

Feng Chen said: "It doesn't matter. Gather as many as you can. We need people with cultivation above the Saint Realm. As for the others... Is he the only one who can find a way to borrow strength?"

After the five people left, Feng Chen sat alone in the dark for a long time. Suddenly, he coughed and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Jiang Fan... Jiang Yufu... It turns out that in this world, besides Ying Wushuang and the Sixth Young Master, there are really people like you... Very good... Very good..."

He slapped the boulder with his palm, and the thousands of pounds of Lying Cow Stone turned into powder.

Feng Chen's eyes began to become crazy again, but in the craziness, there was indeed a strange calmness.