Although Jiang Hanxue is a native of the Xuanhuang Realm, because of Murong Kunpeng, she has a lot of bonds here: her grandfather Murong Sihai and her father Murong Dingguo, who love her very much, her sister Murong Qingluan, who fights with her, Feng Wu'er and Sima Ji, loyal subordinates Feng Wu'er and Sima Ji, Huang Pujia, who is like a family, an army of 100,000 who smell the same, Master Instinct and Master Yuantong, who are not related by blood but take good care of her...... Even Little Funi is reluctant!

Unconsciously, the earth has become her second hometown, in contrast, although the Xuanhuang Realm is the place where she was born and raised, but the only thing that really makes her unable to give up is the master Long Fengjiao, plus a big sister Jiao, but the weight of the earth is heavier, so she doesn't want the earth to be ruined, nor does she want the Xuanhuang Realm to flow into a river of blood, and the best result is that the two worlds can coexist peacefully.

The lame cannot die.

Now is the time for the Xuanhuang Realm to try to contact the earth, at this time both sides are very sensitive, the mentality of the bigwigs in the Xuanhuang Realm will definitely collapse if the lame man dies, Jiang Hanxue's idea is to protect the lame man first, and then influence the decision-making of the Huaxia government and even the ruling class of the earth through Murong Sihai on the earth, and then influence the idea of the Eight Great Immortal Sects and even the entire Xiuzhen Realm through Long Fengjiao in the Xuanhuang Realm......

I'm so tired!

Jiang Hanxue felt that she was really making money selling cabbage and selling white powder, but it didn't work if she didn't it, who let both sides be their own home, in the final analysis...... It's all to blame on Murong Kunpeng!

In short, if something happens to you or around you, when you can't find the reason, just throw the pot to Murong Kunpeng!

Looking at the lame man who was waiting for him, Jiang Hanxue groaned slightly, and then passed over and said two words.

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On the big screen, the picture is magnified countless times, and you can only see three little people sitting on the seat near the window, their faces and facial features are blurred, and they can barely tell who is who from their height and size.

As for what the three little people are talking about, no one on the whole planet knows, and the whole world can only wait for the result.

President Sun Zaiwen raised his head quickly, and immediately an assistant skillfully helped him open his eyelids and put a drop of eye drops into his eyes.

No one knows what will happen in the next second, but it could well be the second that will change the history of Earth.

"Your Excellency President," a mediocre female secretary ran over and lowered her voice to report: "We have repeatedly screened and compared the voice samples of that lame, cough, and martial king, and finally confirmed that his language is very close to the Lucheng language of ancient Huaxia!" As you know, the modern Lucheng language is already difficult to understand, there is a saying that the sky is not afraid of the earth, you are afraid of the Lucheng people talking nonsense, and a rice drama is called the language of the devil, so the Lucheng language of ancient China is even more difficult to translate......"

"Why can he translate?" Sun Zaiwen frowned and looked at "Murong Kunpeng" who was talking happily with the lame.

"This is probably because the Gusu base and the [Lucheng base] are very close, and the whole self-driving journey from the Gusu base to the Lucheng base is only about 444 kilometers." The secretary was obviously prepared for a long time, and his answer was reasonable: "And the Murong family has a thousand-year-old inheritance......"

Sun Zaiwen pondered, as if the secretary had a point, or he didn't seem to be able to find a more reasonable explanation.

"You continue to find someone to study this ancient Lucheng language, I want to know what he said as soon as possible." Sun Zaiwen waved her hand to signal that she could get out, and after the secretary trotted out, only Sun Zaiwen and his assistants, as well as Lin Deen and Ma Dehua, were left in this small conference room.

Lin Deen and Ma Dehua naturally heard the secretary's words just now, and Lin Deen sighed: "The master is in the people, who would have thought that there would be a martial king hidden in the mountains and forests near the Lucheng base?" ”

"My Huaxia is the land of the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger, and I don't know how many peerless masters like this live in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests!" Ma Dehua said this, and the small conference room suddenly fell silent.

Everyone's eyes are staring at the big screen without blinking, and they don't know what is good about the picture of the three little people on the big screen motionless as if they are dead, in short, they are all watching hard.

Suddenly, the signal on the big screen was interrupted, and the snowflakes on the screen instantly stimulated everyone to tears.

"What the hell is this!" Ma Dehua couldn't help but burst out of the rivers and lakes, how could such a low-level failure occur at such a critical moment?

Sun Zaiwen and Lin Deen glanced at each other in unison, and each other's eyes showed anger.

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"Boom-"

The already tattered gnawing chicken was violently demolished in an instant, and a [shaman] in fancy dress appeared in the center of the street.

The shaman wore a hat decorated with beautiful antlers, and on both sides of the hat hung bear belts, and small bells rang with his movements.

The sacred clothes worn on the body are deer skins that are said to be stained red with blood, and there are snakes, four-legged snakes, frogs, turtles and other evil animals sewn on it, and these small animals are also sewn on the god's skirts, and there are also belts, cloth belts, bells, small bronze mirrors, bead strings, child bags, etc., which are very cumbersome and complicated.

There are also the same style of god gloves, god shoes and other equipment, his left hand holding a huge drum, the round drum is naturally also Jackie Chan matching snake, four-legged snake, toad, turtle and other patterns, it is said that the drum is equivalent to the shaman's magic weapon, can pass the gods, can kill ghosts, can go to heaven and earth!

In his right hand, he holds a matching drumstick, wrapped in an otter skin, and the mallet is also carved with snakes, four-legged snakes, turtles, and so on.

At this time, the mugwu shaman was maintaining the posture that had just been struck, and the gnawing chicken that was shattered by the instant bombardment came from his hand.

The Mughal shaman stood in the middle of the street with a sinister smile on his face, looking at the building he had demolished as a victor.

The rubble and the smoke were billowing and the sound was as great as a landslide, but when the smoke cleared and the dust settled, he was stunned.

I saw that among the large ruins, two old and one young were sitting on the fast dining table without even a bit of dust on their bodies, and even the lame man was still snorting and drinking Coke......

"What the hell is this!" A mocking cry suddenly came from nearby, and then black or white, tall or short, male or female, old or young, but all of them were arrogant and domineering!