Yang Fan had never met the captain of the "Ping'an", but it was not difficult to see from the conversations with the sailors that the boatmen respected him as a god.

Erudite and tolerant, mysterious and powerful, this is what the people on board the "Heian" unanimously say about their captain.

And after really seeing the true face of Captain Ping'an, Yang Fan could vaguely feel the origin of these awe.

At this time, the sea was full of roaring waves, black clouds in the sky were overhead, lightning and thunder roared, but the man who came out of the captain's room was very calm.

This calmness even infected the panicked sailors, or rather, when the sailors saw the captain appear, they quickly reassured.

As usual, no matter how violent the wind and waves, as soon as the captain appears, the wind and waves will be calm.

The so-called faith is probably a ray of light in a desperate situation, and the captain is the light in the hearts of these sailors.

Unfortunately, the storm did not shrink because of the appearance of the man, because this time it was not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster.

Chang Ping'an, who had been sailing for decades, raised his head and felt a palpitating force brewing, and under the tide on both sides, there was an unknown superposition of how many array diagrams.

Reason told Chang Ping'an that the most appropriate strategy at this time was to abandon the ship and leave, but looking at the roaring waves, the sailors shouted to each other and desperately lowered their sails to scoop the water.

Chang Ping'an lowered his head, because he was afraid that feeling the power in the clouds again would make him lose the courage to resist.

......

The sudden huge wave made Yang Fan's heart alarmed.

Over the years, he has wandered around the seven cities of Lingjiang with Mi Bai, and the dangers he has experienced can be written into a book.

And the most important lesson that this thick book brought to Yang Fan was how to judge danger.

The waves are indeed scary, but there are many things in this world that are more terrible than the waves, such as the human heart.

There was a smell of aura in the waves that suddenly appeared, and the mysterious ship had condensed the sky for a long time, which confirmed Yang Fan's feelings.

These people are coming for themselves!

Inexplicably, Yang Fan felt such a feeling in his heart, and tightened the sword on his back.

......

In this world, as long as there are forces that can soar in the sky, there is no need to be embarrassed by the same passenger ship.

And if this happens, it only means that the target of the force is a certain passenger on the ship.

After the clouds outside the sky, the elite formation division of the fire department led by Wu Lan was operating the waves step by step.

The eldest disciple of the Wushuang Inner Court died in a shipwreck, and the eldest disciple of the Wushuang Inner Court died in an attack, although the ending was the same death, it was indeed two completely different things.

That's why, if you can solve it with a fierce realm, Wu Huan will gather so many formations, spend so much energy, and resources to make waves on the sea.

Yang Fan must die in a shipwreck, this is the meaning of the Acting Governor, so what the Ministry of Fire has to do is to make the meaning of the Acting Governor a reality regardless of the cost!

Surge Array.

Sunwind Spell.

On the surface of the sea, the strength of these formations has become very amazing, although the Ping An is a very large-scale passenger ship, but in the face of a huge wave that moves thousands of feet, it is a few fluttering things.

Then, the ferocious shark in the endless sea, as well as this boundless water, will sink all the living to the bottom of the sea.

Don't worry about lucky passenger ships passing by, the Fire Ministry's Sky Survey Shenzhou will cruise day and night, erasing all possibilities of luck.

It's just that why has it been so long, and the Ping An hasn't sunk yet?

Wu Lan clasped her hands on her chest, looked down at the big ship that appeared and disappeared in the huge waves, frowned slightly, and said secretly in her heart: "These formation masters blow hard, but they haven't sunk the ship for so long a day, and they are replaced by the elite team of the fire department, just one round of combined attacks, and directly beat the boat and this kid into powder, in this vast sea, who can know how the ship is gone!"

Thinking of this, he became more and more dissatisfied with the efficiency of the opposing divisions, so he shouted to a formation division beside him and asked, "It's been half a day, why hasn't the Ping An been sinking to the bottom yet?"

"Returning to the pacification envoy, there seems to be a great master on this ship, who has dispersed all the waves that beat the hull. ”

The formation master who carefully observed Wu Lan's face hurriedly reassured: "But don't worry, give us a little more time, and we will definitely be able to sink the Ping'an into the sea!"

"Lao Tzu can wait, but he can't wait to survey the sky!"

Wu Lan, who was holding her hands on her chest, said to the formation master with her nostrils: "If the Ping'an has not sunk after a hundred breaths, you will go and explain to the survey yourself." ”

Thinking of facing the Shura-like survey, the formation master turned pale with fright, and he didn't care about answering Wu Lan, and quickly fell into the middle of the group of formation masters who were manipulating the wind and waves.

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The wind and waves became stronger, which made Chang Ping'an's pressure rise sharply.

Even if it was a natural water spirit body, it was helpless in the face of a surge that barely stopped at all.

As the old saying goes, those who drown are water-savvy, but what Chang Ping'an can't figure out is that it's just an ordinary job to run from Chaochang to Yuanzhou, how could this kind of thing happen?

With a wave of his hand, he slashed out a blue aura to cut through the huge waves, Chang Ping'an really couldn't figure it out.

"They're coming at me. ”

While he was in doubt, Chang Ping'an heard a voice, and then saw a young passenger coming to the steering wheel.

"What do you say. ”

Chang Ping'an asked with a frown.

"I've got some mysteries here, and a letter. ”

Yang Fan did not repeat his words, but calmly took out the Xuanji jade he received from the inner city, as well as the invitation letter that should have been brought to Yuanzhou by him: "They are coming for me, looking at this situation, they want to make this attack a shipwreck, I should not be able to leave." ”

The swaying steering wheel was fat, Yang Fan shrugged his shoulders with a free and easy expression, and stuffed the Xuanji jade and the letterhead into Chang Ping'an's hand.

"These are ten-mile mystical jade, the captain can try a few more times to see if he can escape from the range of the storm, and if he can get out, he will send this letter to Yuanzhou Yingcheng, as well as this sword. ”

As he spoke, Yang Fan wanted to untie the Pingshi sword behind his back again, but found that the sword seemed to be stuck to his back and couldn't take it off.

After pulling it out twice, he spread his hands and said, "Okay, there's no sword anymore!"

......

As the saying goes, if you don't know, you can't do it unless you do.

The so-called people have left their names, geese have left their voices, and the walls have ears, not to mention such a big movement as the king of heaven.

It's just that it is the Governor Wang Xun who supervises the news in the world, so as long as there are no problems within the Wang Patrol, no one knows about the transfer of the Fire Department's Sky Survey Shenzhou.

An Jingtian calculated like this, but he forgot that the current Governor of Heaven is no longer the Governor of the past.

Back then, Wang Xun claimed to be omniscient and omniscient, but today's Wang Xun is at most well-informed.

This Divine Court Grandmaster could never have imagined that this smug attack and killing design would usher in two audiences.

In the Wushuang Academy of Chixia Mountain in Longzhou, Tang Luo crossed his hands across his chest, looking at the picture in the misty mirror image with great interest.

The rough waves, the upside-down passenger boats, and the formations hiding behind the clouds, the wind and waves.

The same picture also appeared in the council on the top floor of the Yingcheng Sword Pavilion, but compared to the private theater on the top floor of the Wushuang Academy, it was a bit more lively.

The sword venerables of the various sword sects, the sword sects of the various families, and the commanders of the three armies, as well as the master of the White Jade Sword Pavilion.