Fish swimming around the world

Jiang Fan nodded, but it was still a bit difficult. After all, the barbarians had similar hairstyles, looks, and clothing, so it was difficult to tell them apart among thousands of people.

However, there are at least two characteristics that you can pay attention to. The first is the big chin. According to Balu, this person's chin is much larger than the average person. The second is wearing a wolf fang chain around the neck, which is also a sign of a person with status.

"King Zuoxian sent Du Lun here to capture me alive?"

Balu was stunned for a moment, then said immediately: "The king does think so. In his opinion, you... you have offended his majesty and insulted him, so..."

Jiang Fan laughed: "You still know how to save face, that's good. But Du Lun can't keep up with me. Do you have any plans?"

Anyway, everything that should be said has been said, and Balu did not intend to hide anything anymore, so he said: "Prince Du Lun has asked the royal court for assistance. Three eagle shooters and three eagle cooks should arrive tomorrow night. There should be a few Saint Realm experts coming, but I don’t know how many.”

"Oh? This kid is not a reckless man. He knows how to ask for help. So, where is the Zuoxian Royal Court recently?"

It's not unreasonable for him to ask this. The barbarians are nomadic, and the royal court also follows them, without a fixed position.

Balu said: "It is now at the foot of Gebasan Mountain. It is about eight hundred miles away from here."

Jiang Fan handed him a wooden stick: "Here, draw a map for me."

Balu had no choice but to give Jiang Fan a brief outline.

Jiang Fan looked at it for a long time before smiling slightly: "Very good, you are a good person and very cooperative."

Balu chuckled: "Can you let me live?"

Jiang Fan said calmly: "Don't worry, there are still things I haven't finished asking."

"Excuse me, please."

Jiang Fan said: "Please tell me clearly which masters and main figures are under King Zuo Xian's account."

Balu frowned: "Well... I'm just the leader of a medium-sized tribe, I don't know much..."

Jiang Fan said: "It doesn't matter. Tell me everything you know. It's best not to hide it."

I don't know why, although there is only a seventeen-year-old boy in front of him, Balu always feels very scared inside, even more scary than those old men.

At that moment, he told Jiang Fan everything he knew.

He didn't dare to hide it, but he did not know much.

Jiang Fan added: "Tell me more about the Golden Tent Royal Court."

Balu shook his head this time and said: "Your Majesty, I have just taken over as the leader of Qig's tribe. I have never been to the Golden Tent Palace and know nothing about it."

Jiang Fan waved his hand: "Tell me everything you have heard, including the legends."

"In this way..." Balu thought for a while: "Although the Golden Tent Royal Court also moves frequently, it is always in several places, such as Tianqi Mountain, Xueyan Mountain, and Dayin Mountain..."

He knew everything, and there was a lot of useful information, but most of it was useless legends.

But there was ambiguous news that aroused Jiang Fan's interest.

The Great Wolf Lord of the Golden Tent, also known as the King of the Grassland, has a legendary daughter, the Saint of the Grassland - Princess Crescent Moon. The Great Wolf Lord seems to be planning to sacrifice her to the White Wolf God.

In grassland legends, the White Wolf God is the representative of Changshengtian, commanding the wolves in the entire grassland. Surrounding it are a group of giant alien wolves. It is very ferocious, and it is said that even a great martial artist cannot deal with it.

The scope of activities of the White Wolf God is also near the three sacred mountains of Tianqi, Xueyan and Dayin.

The reason why Jiang Fan was interested in this sacrifice came from a legend. There are secret realms in these three holy mountains, which are the residences of the angels of the gods and can lead directly to the Immortal Heaven. The saints of the grasslands throughout the ages will be sacrificed to the gods at certain times as a sign of respect.

Now that the Crescent Moon Princess has reached the age of eighteen and is about to reach the age of sacrifice, the Golden Account Royal Court has also put this matter on the plan.

Jiang Fan didn't care who he sacrificed, but the so-called secret realm aroused his great interest.

What a mysterious place in the world...

After chatting with Balu for a long time, Jiang Fan saw that he really couldn't come up with anything useful, so he knocked him out and sat quietly by the campfire, holding his chin and squinting, thoughtfully.

None of the old men liked to talk, and they didn't talk to him very much. Only the woodcutter and Zhang Qiubeard sometimes chatted with him.

Seeing Jiang Fan lost in thought, Zhang Qiubeard and the woodcutter came over.

"Xiao Lang, what are you thinking about?"

Jiang Fan made a sound and calmed down: "No, I'm just thinking about how to add some trouble to King Zuo Xian."

The woodcutter said, "We heard what that guy said just now, but it's not easy to find one among tens of thousands of people."

Jiang Fan nodded: "The best way is to lure him out."

Zhang Qiubeard said: "After this incident, he must be more careful."

"Yes, so we have to disrupt his position first and let him panic."

Zhang Qiu's beard showed strong interest: "Oh? What are you going to do?"

Jiang Fan picked up the branch and sketched it on the ground: "Look, this is the sketch that Balu just drew. According to this, the royal court of Zuoxian is eight hundred miles due west of us. Then the help he sent He must be coming from that direction..."

Zhang Qiubeard realized something: "Are you planning to... intercept and kill?"

Jiang Fan grinned and showed eight white teeth: "Yes, even if you can't lure Du Lun away, you can still prevent them from joining together."

Zhang Qiubeard laughed: "After killing so many masters, Du Lun has no reason not to panic. If you panic, you will not choose a path. It will be much easier to capture him then."

Jiang Fan nodded: "According to what Balu said, they will arrive tomorrow evening. In other words, they should be here early tomorrow morning."

He tapped a branch on the ground: "Biqing Lake."

Zhang Qiubearded: "Are we just waiting there?"

Jiang Fan chuckled: "There are several rabbits, big rabbit, are you sure?"

Zhang Qiubeard turned to look at the people next to him: "Do you think it is difficult to reach the ten or so holy realms?"

Jiang Fan also turned to look and couldn't help but smile: "That's right. In the eyes of several seniors, they are just bigger rabbits..."

Zhang Qiu's beard stared at him: "Boy, my intuition tells me that your plan is not that simple."

Jiang Fan licked his lips: "Hey, you're already here. Didn't you say... that you want to give King Zuo Xian some color..."

Maybe he was too gentle just now, because Balu woke up at an inappropriate time. Although he didn't understand much Chinese, he knew that Jiang Fan's look was probably up to him. But it was not his turn to continue thinking, and the next moment his vision went dark again, and he fell down.

Biqing Lake is a very large lake, with at least a dozen tribes of various sizes living around the lake.

However, Jiang Fan did not take action against them this time. It would not be of much use if these tribes were broken up, and they might even alert others.

He just asked Qi Lao to search westward on an egret and keep an eye on the two routes where those people were most likely to come.

Soon, the woodcutter came back and said that he had found his whereabouts. There were ten people in total, seven from the Saint realm and three from the Grand Master realm. They were riding fast horses and were rushing here. Estimating the distance, they could arrive in an hour. here.

Jiang Fan smiled: "There are only seven holy realms, which are weaker than imagined. Seniors, it's time for us to get ready. Mr. Tian, ​​do you want to invite me first?"