"Now you must have already made some plans in your mind. The next thing you want to do is to arrange it. I'm old and don't want to bother."

Jiang Fan smiled: "Just play with the formations, I will take care of the rest."

The old farmer said calmly: "The old man has lived in seclusion for a long time and does not want to get too involved in the affairs of the world. This time I just want to find her for my descendants, and we will part ways."

Jiang Fan said: "That's natural, and this is already very appreciated."

The old farmer stopped talking, closed his eyes, and seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

Jiang Fan sat alone in the courtyard with bright eyes: "Brother-in-law, I'm just waiting for you..."

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The boundless wheat waves undulate with the wind, shaped like green waves, which is really beautiful.

Jiang Fan wears a straw hat and rolls up his trousers and works in the fields with an old farmer. Seven or eight days have passed, and Master Jiang has sadly become a free laborer.

"It's a shame that you can write such poems as pity for the peasants. Doing farm work is like a waste that doesn't work hard."

Jiang Fan sneered: "I can't help it, I haven't done it before, but I also have things I'm good at, such as fishing."

The old farmer snorted, "It's not as good as eating fish."

Jiang Fan awkwardly scratched his exposed calf: "This wheat awn is really itchy."

"Are you sure those people will find this place?"

The old farmer threw down a handful of grass and said.

Jiang Fan squinted and looked into the distance: "My people are very reliable..."

Four groups of men chased him, but the Sea Dragon King just missed a single blow and did not make another move. One wave was purely a test, obviously not to the point of wanting to fight him to the death, and another wave was nothing to worry about. The only thing that needed to be considered was

It's the dial that uses the half-moon ringing dysprosium. And if the guess is correct, this is also one of the important purposes of this trip.

"Yes...he's here..." The old farmer looked at the wheat waves in the distance.

"Huh?" Jiang Fan looked into the distance and found nothing.

The old farmer said: "It's still far away. There are no less than a hundred people walking forward in the waves of wheat."

"So many?" Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment: "Are they all masters?"

The old farmer said: "The weakest warrior realm, the three of you are the venerable ones. There is also the holy realm, where there are three people fighting fiercely in the distance."

Jiang Fan chuckled: "Okay. The Two Saints and Three Saints, this time is really a big deal. It seems to be one step closer to my guess."

The old farmer said: "Aren't you worried that the old man can't deal with you?"

Jiang Fan smiled and said: "How can it be possible? I don't know about other places, but this three-acre land, tut tut, whoever comes will die."

"Do you know how to form?"

Jiang Fan shook his head: "I don't understand it at all, but I have seen it before, from Master Tianjizi."

The old farmer paused and said, "Do you know the secret of heaven?"

"It was a one-sided relationship, and I blackmailed him into three formation gourds."

Even though the old farmer had been calm for a long time, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then shook his head: "You really don't know how great the sky is. Tianjizi is known as the best person in the world, and I am no match for him."

"This fat old man is really powerful. I heard he even trapped the empress for three days."

The old farmer said: "It's not like she was beaten in the end. The empress' talent is truly unparalleled and unparalleled in the world."

Jiang Fan was a little curious: "I said, you can always beat her, right?"

Jiang Fan thought that if this old man could beat the Empress, Old Yu would probably be just as good, and he would be more confident.

The old farmer shook his head and said, "This old man can't defeat Tianjizi."

Jiang Fan laughed: "Let's not talk about her anymore, where are they? Why haven't I sensed them yet?"

The old farmer wiped the sickle back and forth on his sleeve twice: "Dead or alive?"

Haha, this old man is not a good person. Jiang Fan's eyes flashed: "The Holy Land and the leader will stay. As for the others...now that they know everything they need to know, what can they do...just raise crops."

Jiang Fan doesn't think he is a merciful person, especially when he is being hunted down continuously, how can he talk about sympathy?

The next moment, figures suddenly rose from the waves of wheat, surrounding the two of them in the center.

And from the distance of the wheat field, several figures flew like shooting stars.

"You are very good at hiding."

A middle-aged man in a long gown stood proudly in the air with his hands behind his hands, looking down at him.

Jiang Fan looked up at the other person: "How did you find me?"

The middle-aged man sneered: "Although I don't know what your purpose is in sneaking into the Xia Kingdom, do you think this is Qin? You can hide and do things casually?"

Jiang Fan looked into the distance: "I guessed it right, you guys chased my guard all the way here, right?"

The middle-aged man said calmly: "A very powerful martial saint, but there are two saints suppressing him, so he can't take care of you."

Jiang Fan frowned: "Now that things have happened, can you tell the truth? Who wants to kill me?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "It's better to be a little confused."

"You can't understand even if you're a ghost?" Jiang Fan said dissatisfied.

The middle-aged man turned his gaze to the old farmer, with a somewhat hesitant look on his face: "Who is this?"

There is no real energy fluctuation on the old farmer's body. His big hands are rough, his skin is wrinkled, and his face is weathered, just like an ordinary old country man.

However, when this person appeared next to King Xiaoyao, they couldn't help but be careless.

Jiang Fan sighed: "Okay, don't embarrass an ordinary farmer. I'm hiding here just to avoid being hunted."

The man was already looking at the old farmer and ordered the people around him: "Take this man down together."

Jiang Fan shook his head: "I said, you are unwilling to answer my question, is it because the way I asked the question is wrong? How about I change the way?"

The middle-aged man waved his hand directly: "Kill them all."

Jiang Fan was stunned: Haha? He really came here to kill people and had no other plans at all. Okay, I understand this time.

Seeing that everyone was about to surround and fight, Jiang Fan smiled: "If you don't want to talk so much, then fine, just kill them all."

The middle-aged man's eyes moved, and the next moment he suddenly looked shocked.

Jiang Fan also saw a rare spectacle.

The wheat fields swaying in the wind suddenly seemed like blue sea waves. The green waves were undulating, which was dizzying. Roads rose up in the form of light and shadow, criss-crossing, as if a spider web-like outline was outlined on the wheat fields.

The huge pattern is a spectacle.

The middle-aged man and others were surprised, but suddenly found that they were unable to move. The huge spider web formed by the crisscrossing streets imprisoned everyone in place like sticky flies.

The next moment, countless green straws rose from the ground, like thousands of sharp arrows, covering the sky and the sun, floating in the air and aiming at all comers.

The middle-aged man was shocked: "What... what is this?"

Jiang Fan shook his head and sighed: "Let me ask you again, who is in charge?"

The man looked pale and knew that he had miscalculated, but he just shook his head: "Let's do it. I didn't expect such an expert to be hidden in this ordinary village. We observed for a long time and confirmed that he did not know martial arts before he appeared. Why..."

"It's because he's so tall that you can't even tell..." Jiang Fan said regretfully.

"Since you don't want to tell me, forget it...I'll go find him myself."

The man was stunned: "Who are you looking for? What do you know?"

Jiang Fan looked at him with disdain: "I know everything that needs to be known. Kill him!"

As soon as the murderer exited, thousands of arrows rained down, covering the sky and the sun. Wherever the arrows passed, even the whole body could not be seen, only the blood mist drifted away. Hundreds of masters were wiped out in an instant.

Only the middle-aged man was left, but his limbs were penetrated by countless wheat straws and nailed to the big poplar tree.

The man was bleeding all over, and his veins were throbbing with pain, but it was far less than the horror in his heart. Such a powerful formation was unheard of. He looked at the old farmer in shock: "You, who are you?"
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