Over Paris, above the clouds!

Jiang Xiaobai was sitting on the White Tiger Sword and was admiring the dullness of the Rhine, when he was suddenly awakened by the sound of a sonic boom behind him.

He unleashed his senses, and finally spotted two fighter jets painted sky blue that were rapidly approaching not far away.

"Well, I actually sent a fighter jet to trouble me, was it discovered by the military?"

Although there were two fighter jets falling behind his buttocks, Jiang Xiaobai did not panic at all, but wanted to laugh a little.

Just kidding, using a fighter jet to deal with a monk in the infancy stage is like going to the toilet with a lantern - looking for death ()! As long as Jiang Xiaobai is willing, he can make these two fighters fold their wings with a sword qi slash.

However, Jiang Xiaobai didn't want to do this, because although the fighter plane could not pose any threat to him, it would undoubtedly completely anger the French official, and he didn't believe that such a big country would not have the means to deal with supernatural humans.

There is the Xuanlong Mansion in China, the Shrine in the Dongyang Island State, the Mutant Army in the United States, and France may have similar official organizations, so it will not be good to be targeted at that time.

"Forget it, get rid of it!"

The mana in Jiang Xiaobai's body surged out violently, and the White Tiger Sword under his feet turned into a streamer, cutting through the air, reaching twice the speed of sound in an instant.

"General, that UFO has picked up speed, his speed is very fast, and the distance between us and him is slowly being widened!"

The pilot on the Rafale fighter reported to the ground command center.

Of course, this is a very normal situation, you must know that Jiang Xiaobai's limit speed under normal circumstances exceeds the speed of sound, and the explosion in a short period of time, coupled with the speed of the White Tiger Sword, his speed is already approaching Mach 2 at this time.

The maximum speed of the Rafale fighter is Mach 1.8, and of course it can't catch up with him.

"What, even our best fourth-generation fighter can't catch up? What kind of monster is this, could it be that some country has developed a fifth-generation fighter?" the general roared in anger.

"No, General, I seem to have seen that flying object just now, it seems to be a person!" said the pilot on the Rafale fighter jet, swallowing his saliva.

"Someone? Are you kidding me? Do you think he's the Superman from the movies?" The general's roar sounded through the headphones, almost deafening the pilot of the Rafale fighter.

"I'm sorry, General, but I did see him from afar, the man sitting on a sword, and I'll send you his picture!"

Soon, the general of the Ministry of Defense received the photos from the Rafale fighter jet.

The photo is very blurry, and it is clear that the fighter jet is still far away from the mysterious flying object when it is taken, but when zoomed in, it can still be vaguely seen that the outline in the photo is obviously a sitting figure.

"Gollum ......"

The general of the Ministry of Defense swallowed up and down his throat, and a top-secret document he had read suddenly appeared in his mind, about studying supernatural humans.

"We can't control this matter, and we will report it to the Minister of Defense and the President immediately!"

"Hehe, count you as acquaintances!" Jiang Xiaobai felt that the two fighters behind him had returned, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He also slowed down, after all, maintaining a speed of twice the speed of sound was also a very mana-consuming thing for him, and the chaos droplets in his body shrank in a circle in a few minutes, at least the energy of two magic ores.

Five minutes later, Jiang Xiaobai slowly landed in mid-air and landed in front of a classical manor.

"Oh, my friend, you're finally here!" said Karl Lagerfeld, who wore big sunglasses and had white hair tied in a ponytail

came out of the manor, and behind him, followed by the handsome guy Saint Laurent, who was cured by Jiang Xiaobai last time.

Jiang Xiaobai took the initiative to stretch out his hand before he hugged him.

Karl Lagerfeld grinned, he knew that the mysterious Oriental men were very reserved, and they might not be able to accept this warm welcome of their own for a while.

He shook hands with Karl Lagerfeld and greeted Yves Saint Laurent behind him, and the three of them entered Lagerfeld's castle together.

"Mr. Jiang, did you come to me this time?"

Jiang Xiaobai nodded, "Yes, I want to invite you to be the design director of my company!"

In the face of Jiang Xiaobai's straightforward request, Karl Lagerfeld frowned.

"What, are there any difficulties?" Jiang Xiaobai asked.

Karl Lagerfeld said: "That's Mr. Jiang, I was originally serving as the design director of Chanel, and I have a clothing company of the same name, your company is in Huaxia, so let me be your design director, I'm afraid it's not so convenient!"

Having said that, Jiang Xiaobai still understood that he had been rejected.

However, he didn't feel disappointed, after all, he had already prepared in his heart.

Last time, he cured Yves Saint Laurent's terminal illness, but Lagerfeld had already paid it back with the design of the "Four Seasons".

"This is the latest material researched by our company, take a look!"

In fact, before Jiang Xiaobai handed over the dazzling piece of fabric in his hand, Karl Lagerfeld's eyes were completely attracted by it.

"Oh! this texture, this texture, this is simply a gift from the gods, Mr. Jiang, where did you get this fabric?" Karl Lagerfemo shook the piece of cloth that looked like Caixia in his hand, like a peerless pervert suddenly seeing a stripped beauty, and his whole body trembled with excitement.

"This precious fabric is our company's latest research and development product!" Jiang Xiaobai said nonsense without blinking his eyes.

In fact, this cloth was just some cloud brocade leftovers that he had taken from the Heavenly Court Imperial Weaving Supervisor.

Yun brocade is the material for those immortals to weave clothes, by the specially cultivated fairy world cloud silkworm spinning silk, woven into brocade forging, this kind of cloth is extremely soft, worn on the body as if draped in clouds, so it is called cloud brocade.

"If you can agree to my request, I will provide you with this precious fabric that is unique in the world, of course, this price must be very expensive!" Jiang Xiaobai's face was filled with a fox-like sly smile.

Karl Lagerfeld raised his hands and said with a smile: "Okay, Mr. Jiang, you have won, you have successfully attracted me with this mysterious cloth from the East, I promise you!"

"Happy working together!"

"Happy working together!"

In this way, the hands of the two foxes, one big and one small, were heavily clasped together.

Leaving Karl Lagerfeld's castle, Jiang Xiaobai, a smuggler without a passport, once again unscrupulously broke into the sky over Paris, and after successfully winning over Gefeld, his blueprint for the clothing business in the fairy world was filled with a piece of the puzzle.

was happy, suddenly, Jiang Xiaobai frowned......

(End of chapter)