Fish swimming around the world

The Demon Lord stood up and squinted at Taihua's direction: "What is supposed to come will come sooner or later. I am seated not far from him and will watch over it for you."

Jiang Fan thought for a moment: "Don't rush into action if anything happens, just take a look first before talking."

He thought this mainly because his brother-in-law had never come to him to discuss the matter. Jiang Fan felt that he might have his own arrangements.

"I know, I should go over there. When my identity is exposed later, everyone will think that the relationship between you and me is unusual."

Jiang Fan looked at him: "Hurry up, Xixi likes your earrings very much. I'll take them away for you later or I won't come back."

Li Luo turned around and took a look: "It's strange, how come this kid is so strong? He just snatched the pear away, but I squeezed it very tightly."

Jiang Fan pushed him: "It's too strange. Get out of here."

Li Luo pouted: "Let's go, let's go, but I really like this girl. If I have a chance in the future, I'll consider it. Can I be her godfather?"

Jiang Fan rolled his eyes, godfather? This little guy is more than enough to be your ancestor.

After driving away the Demon Lord, Jiang Fan looked at the sky and saw that the ceremony would not start for at least an hour. He sat on his seat and took out the braised meat from his arms, placed the wine gourd and poured himself a drink.

But the Demon Lord left, but Ah Li couldn't leave. The little girl hadn't played with her enough, and Ah Li looked anxiously: "Jiang Fan, take care of your baby!"

Jiang Fan laughed: "Play with her for a while. It's rare that she likes you. If you don't play enough, you won't be able to leave."

Ah Li had no experience in raising children. He was in a panic and looked completely devastated.

Yu Qingcheng strolled over and was curious and amused when he saw this scene.

"Brother Xian, why are you practicing taking care of your baby in advance?"

Jiang Fan patted the seat next to him and said, "What are you practicing for? It's just a kid being clingy. My sister will sit down and we'll have two drinks together."

Anyway, it was still early, so Yu Qingcheng was not polite. He picked up a piece of braised pork and said while eating: "I must say that my good brother is at ease, and he can live a carefree life in any situation."

Jiang Fan moved his mouth towards the two holy places: "What do you think the two families have in mind?"

Yu Qingcheng sipped the wine without even looking at it: "What else can there be? I'm either here to destroy, or I'm here to win over."

Jiang Fan chuckled: "I guess Taihua doesn't have any good intentions. After all, the leader of the Southern Alliance was just captured by Wuming and Li Luo."

"Normally speaking, the news shouldn't be that fast, but there are many people talking about it, and Taihua is everywhere, so it's not surprising that he got the information. But it was Li Luo who really took action, and Taihua interfered in the Demon Sect's family affairs. It’s a bit hard to get up.”

"But I think Taihua has bad intentions. Does my sister know anything about this newly promoted Zhongwu Zun?"

Yu Qingcheng waved his hands repeatedly: "I don't want to deal with the best assassin in the world. Believe me, if you are targeted by Xue Antian, your weather will never be clear."

As she spoke, her hand suddenly stopped: "Hey... I forgot something. Ying Wuming is a disciple of Xuanyuan, and he has some connection with this person. How can you say that he has bad intentions?"

Jiang Fan was a little surprised: "Sister, do you know about the relationship between Xuanyuan Busheng and Xue Antian?"

Yu Qingcheng nodded: "Although it is very secret, there are still a few people in the world who know about it, and your brother Xiang is one of them. I naturally followed suit. But..."

She shook her head: "In the eyes of Xue Antian, apart from Feng Xue, there is no one who cannot be killed. He is a born ruthless assassin. I am afraid that Ying Wuming will not hesitate at all with such a distant relationship."

Jiang Fan pondered for a moment: "This person joined the Martial Alliance. From then on, he is inferior to one person and superior to tens of thousands of people in the world. The fact that he is killing people now may have more to do with his position."

"Kill someone?" Yu Qingcheng was stunned: "You mean, he really wants to kill Ying Wuming?"

Jiang Fan shook his head: "I just feel bad."

"No, since you said that, you must have some interesting news." Yu Qingcheng wiped his hands and looked at Taihua with bright eyes.

"Hey, hey," Jiang Fan frowned: "Sister, why do you seem so happy?"

Yu Qingcheng made no secret of it: "Although we have reached negotiations, I always feel that a chaotic Southern Xinjiang is better than a unified Southern Xinjiang."

Jiang Fan rolled his eyes at her: "No matter who he is, if he wants to touch Wuming, he really shouldn't choose today."

Yu Qingcheng chuckled: "It's probably a summons. If Ruoxue Antian wants to kill someone, he will be notified in advance."

After saying that, she stood up and picked up Jiang Fan's wine gourd: "Let's go, let's continue reading. I always feel that today will be very lively."

Jiang Fan watched her leave, slowly turned his head, stared at the circular high platform, and fell into deep thought for a while.

An hour passed quickly, and suddenly, rumbles of drums came from all directions, resounding throughout the world.

On the high platform, a group of people wearing masks and strange costumes appeared, dancing some kind of dance to the sound of drums, accompanied by some incomprehensible chanting.

"The people of southern Xinjiang worship the witchcraft dance of the totem of heaven and earth." Chu Xiangjun approached Jiang Fan and whispered.

Not long after, the drums suddenly vibrated and stopped, and at the same time, the priests let out a strange roar, stamped their feet, stopped, and scattered in all directions.

This sound immediately silenced the huge square, and everyone knew that the real owner was about to appear.

Sure enough, a long horn sounded, and at the same time, along the huge wall, a huge white tiger let out a thundering roar and slowly walked onto the stage. A tall man sat on its back, and a huge golden eagle descended from the sky and hovered above his head.

Jiang Fan held his breath and concentrated, it was Ying Wuming, he finally appeared.

He did not wear the imperially bestowed dragon robe like the princes of the Great Zhou, but was bare-chested, with oil paint painted on his bronze skin with some symbolic meaning, a string of animal teeth on his neck, a white tiger skin around his waist, a golden staff as thick as his thigh in his hand, a high crown with carved feathers on his head, and long hair braided into countless small braids draped behind him.

He was dressed in the traditional style of Southern Xinjiang, and those who knew about it were very surprised. It was said that this dress was very similar to the sculpture dress of the legendary ancestor of Southern Xinjiang, Yi Gu, the only difference was the cloak on his shoulders. It was a golden cloak embroidered with a dragon, which was the standard of the princes of the Great Zhou.

Jiang Fan seemed to understand that this was obviously showing that he was the king of Southern Xinjiang and was also canonized by the Great Zhou.

Ying Wuming was born heroic and extraordinary, and with the blessing of the two strange beasts of the mountains and seas, the king's domineering aura instantly enveloped the whole scene, which was indeed shocking enough.

As Ying Wuming came to the stage, the four square formations raised their weapons at the same time, and roared in unison, like a huge wave.

The appearance of the two totem sacred beasts in the minds of the people of Southern Xinjiang, the King of the Forest and the King of the Sky, was particularly shocking to the hundreds of tribes. Even the leaders of the tribes in the stands stood up, raised their fists and shouted. The scene was shocking and the crowd was excited.

At this moment, even many tribes that had not yet surrendered were deeply affected by him and had the desire to surrender.

As Ying Wuming raised the Golden Judgment, the shouting like waves subsided instantly.