Pan Tao will?

Yang Jian was stunned at first, and looked at Quan Rufeng in front of him with a complicated expression, a little embarrassed.

As we all know, the peach will bloom once every 300 years, and it has only been 58 years since the last end, and there are still 242 years before the real peach will begin.

The peach will represent the rights of the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West, and will be distributed by the size of the peach to the gods of different sizes.

Now that Quan Rufeng said that it is the Pan Tao Society, he is either deceiving himself, or it is true.

However, judging from Yang Jian's expression, he obviously believes in the former more.

"Do you believe me?" Quan Rufeng's face sank, and Yang Jian's face was playful, obviously letting his words go as a fart.

Yang Jian was slightly stunned, and when he saw that Quan Rufeng reacted so much, he asked timidly, "What, could it be that you really got the peach from the Queen Mother of the West?"

"I remember that peach is not something that anyone can give casually if they want......"

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Quan Rufeng is full of black lines, and he doesn't think what Yang Jian said is a lie, Pan Taolin is directly under the jurisdiction of the Queen Mother of the West, and even a great god like Yang Jian said that if he can't enter, he can't enter.

What's more, it's a mortal body like himself who mainly lives in the world......

"Uh...... Our family Feng Ye is talking about the annual meeting...... There is no peach...... "Quan Jian saw that Quan Rufeng was repeatedly deflated, so he hurriedly stood up and carried the black pot.

This kind of hard-nosed feeling of pulling back the topic is really uncomfortable, Yang Jian, who was originally going to watch the play, heard Quan Jian's words with a dark face.

Feeling the coercion on Yang Jian's body, Quan Jian's legs bent and obviously wanted to kneel.

At this moment, Quan Rufeng suddenly stretched out his hand and straightened Quan Jian.

Seeing this, Yang Jian naturally would not continue to be embarrassed, his eyes fell back on Quan Rufeng, and said seriously, "This year's meeting is really like a peach meeting, but I don't mind going over to take a look." ”

"But if there is no peach like that, this gentleman will have to make a fortune......"

"Then you can rest assured, although the annual meeting in the world is not as sacred as the Pan Tao Society, it is not in vain a scenery. ”

Quan Rufeng said with a smile, now inviting Yang Jian to go can be regarded as a complete merit, after all, this master is famous for only listening to Zhao and not listening to Xuan.

With Yang Jian's support, Quan Rufeng naturally didn't plan to stay here, and what he had to do now was to invite the friends he had made in the world.

Otherwise, he would not have bent his waist in front of the global predators at the annual meeting of the first immortal master.

Every country has its own immortal master, and those in Western countries are called archmages.

There are only a few people who can really reach the level of an archmage.

And these three people are from the three clans of demons, demons, and ghosts.

As for the Terrans, of course, Quan Rufeng is in charge.

It's just that the emperor is far away, and the power is like the wind, except for Huaxia, almost the rest of the parts are all about the origin and extinction.

Over the East China Sea, the right stands proudly in the sky like the wind, looking at the rushing waves.

After a loud shout, he waved the iron rod in his hand and stirred continuously.

With each circumference of the iron rod, a very huge whirlpool gradually formed.

Looking at this whirlpool, Quan Jian only felt that the sky was spinning, if it weren't for the somersault cloud, I am afraid that he would have fallen with the sea breeze.

"Brother Xian, don't make trouble! Brother is here!" an extremely hasty voice appeared.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man wearing a seven-clawed dragon robe and an imperial crown roared out of the sea.

His whole body was surrounded by lightning, and he was obviously angered by Quan Rufeng's behavior.

"Big brother, haven't you seen you for a long time?" Quan Rufeng stopped his movements and stared at the middle-aged man in front of him with a smile.

The middle-aged man wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and asked helplessly, "If you don't tell your brother a reason today, your brother will kill you!"

...... Quan Jian sat on the somersault cloud and was speechless, no matter how you look at the relationship between these two people, they are very good, otherwise they would not say such angry words.

"It's nothing, it's just that the foolish brother held an annual meeting and wanted to invite the eldest brother to ......"

Don't ......, "I'm not available." After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he directly shirked it.

And Quan Rufeng didn't get angry about this, he just thought about it, and then he said meaningfully, "But that Erlang God Yang Jian is going, I remember what you were looking for me back then......"

Yang Jian?The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, and when he reacted, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly flew to Quan Rufeng's side, and asked hurriedly, "Then Yang Jian is really going?"

"Can there be a fake?" Quan Rufeng lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, his eyes full of contempt.

Feeling Quan Rufeng's gaze, the middle-aged man was not angry, but said happily, "Brother Xian, for what you said, Brother Wei must be strongly supportive!"

"Isn't it just that you need to hold up the scene? Calling tens of thousands of brothers for you. ”

...... Quan Jian looked dazed, and he wasn't fighting in a group, what kind of person was he called......

"Yes, but I don't need so much, just call the little white dragon then. Quan Rufeng replied and smiled, but the middle-aged was embarrassed.

"The little white dragon is on the pillar of the Buddha of the West Heaven, are you going to let Brother Wei tear down the pillar?"

The middle-aged man looked disgusted, and Xiao Bailong followed Tang Sanzang to learn scriptures from the West in his early years, and he had already achieved positive results.

Now in the Daxiong Treasure Hall as the eight heavenly dragon bodhisattvas.

If you want to invite it, it's not a problem to sell an old face, but the Buddha ...... It's not something that he, the Sea Clan Dragon Emperor, can rule at will.

"In the early years, I heard that although the Dragon Emperor of the East China Sea Aoguang gave the Jade Emperor of the Heavenly Clan jurisdiction, he was able to do his own style in private. ”

"What's more, this sea clan is under your arrogant jurisdiction, but it is like the sky, can it be that you are the Dragon Emperor of the Four Seas, and you are not as good as a Buddha of the Western Heavens?"

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"Okay, okay, okay! The more you talk about it, the more outrageous it becomes! Isn't it just inviting someone? Promise for my brother!" Ao Guang wiped the cold sweat, and he was perfectly calculated by Quan Rufeng.

This kind of killing is really not something that anyone can enjoy if they enjoy it......

"Hehe, wouldn't it be okay to do this earlier?" Quan Rufeng smiled knowingly, although these are all things that he can invite, but he owes everything, but people are not good to owe.

The light is to follow the fate, and the heavy is to offset the fate.

is not a particularly important person, Quan Rufeng is still reluctant to invite.

Without the stirring of the iron rods, the sea was naturally as calm as ever.

Although there are occasional waves, there is nothing to be helped.

After all, the shrimp soldiers and crabs in the ocean will patrol the entire sea.

As for why there are rough waves, it is all because the shrimp soldiers and crabs at the bottom of the sea will be catching demons.

"Big brother, I will inform you at that time, I hope you will be faster. Quan Rufeng handed Aoguang a cigarette, but Aoguang decisively refused.

"Smoking is bad for your health, little brother!" After speaking, the Dragon Emperor of the East China Sea Aoguang disappeared into the eyes of the two as if he had never appeared.

Quan Jian, who was sitting on the somersault cloud, had a smirk on his face, after all, the last few experiences were too refreshing!

"Master Feng...... Are we going to the underworld next......" Quan Jian looked at Quan Rufeng with a confused face, but when he noticed that Quan Rufeng nodded silently, it was really heartbroken......