Fantasy: It Turns Out That I Am a Peerless God of War

"Manager, where are the ancestors?" A member of Linglong Pavilion couldn't help asking.

"If I know where they are, do I still need to call you?" The middle-aged man scolded: "And I said, it's only possible, maybe, don't you understand?"

"Yes, manager."

The Linglong Pavilion member lowered his head.

Everyone knew the manager's temper, so they didn't ask those scolding questions, but instead asked: "Manager, how did you know that the ancestors may have returned."

"Good question."

The middle-aged man took a sip of his cigarette, waved his hand and said, "Three months ago, there was a battle in Guihai Sea, and the battle was finally decided by one person's self-destruction."

"And what makes people feel strange is that two months ago, there was another battle in Guihai Sea, and the result of this battle was one person's self-destruction, and the outcome was decided."

"The most important thing is that some people saw that in these two wars, it was the same person who blew himself up before and after!"

After speaking, the middle-aged man stopped talking, took out another cigarette from the box, and continued the one.

And as his words fell, many people on the field exclaimed: "Is it the Eighteen Patriarchs?"

"Hey, little bunnies, you are still smart." The middle-aged man smiled: "Blow yourself up and not die. This kind of skill has only been heard from the Eighteen Patriarchs since ancient times."

With his confirmation, the whole square was in an uproar.

Many people are even more enthusiastic.

In my lifetime, would I be fortunate enough to meet the legendary patriarch of Linglong Pavilion?

"Quiet quiet."

The middle-aged man shouted: "The only clues I have now are these, but it is not completely certain that this is the Eighteen Patriarchs."

"So, to confirm whether the patriarchs are back, various verifications are still needed."

"Because these patriarchs have always acted collectively, it would be even better if they could get some news about other patriarchs in Yunxing except the eighteen patriarchs."

"I called you here this time to ask you to disperse your subordinates, and to inquire about whether there are people who look like other ancestors in the various regions of Yunxing."

off the field.

When Mei Xian'er heard what the middle-aged man said, Yi Feng's figure suddenly appeared in her mind.

It's not that Yi Feng looks like a patriarch.

But Yi Feng's mahjong skills made her feel a little surprised, especially the battle-hardened old Chen's demeanor when Yi Feng was playing mahjong. Except for the occasional encounter with the manager, she had never played with anyone. seen on the body.

In short, this demeanor made her faintly feel that Yi Feng was not ordinary.

"Manager, Mei'er has something to say." Mei Xian'er said loudly.

"Oh, little Mei'er, what's the matter, tell me?"

The middle-aged man laughed.

"Manager, I met such a young man on my No. 8 boat a few days ago." Mei Xian'er will come to Yi Feng with everything when he played mahjong, including the description of Yi Feng's demeanor.

"Oh, there is such a technology?"

The middle-aged man flashed his eyes, and said leisurely: "You must know that these mahjongs are made by a specific method passed down by the ancestors, and no cultivator can cheat."

The reason why the ancestors wanted to make this was to expand the faction of the Dragon Department in this way.

Of course.

Ordinary people do not know about the mysterious force of the Dragon Department.

"What about people?"

The middle-aged man hurriedly asked.

He looked a little urgent.

No matter what this person is, but in his opinion, it is likely to be the same group as the Dragon Department.

The dragon group.

But they are all crazy!

Even if I meet any of them, I don't dare to speak in a big way.

I am afraid that only the ancestors can suppress them and earn them under their command in case of emergency.

"Uh."

Hearing the question, Mei Xian'er looked a little embarrassed. She touched her nose and said, "The person jumped into the sea, and now it is estimated that it is..."

"Isn't Nima nonsense?"

The middle-aged man glared at Mei Xian'er, "I thought you brought people here."

Mei Xian'er looked embarrassed.

"Didn't I hear your news about Grandpa and suddenly remembered this matter." Mei Xian'er said.

"Okay, okay, let's talk about it later."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said impatiently.

"Meet you later?"

Mei Xian'er raised her eyes, "He's already dead, how did he meet him?"

"You don't have to worry about that, but this person is unlikely to die."

The middle-aged man said impatiently, but he didn't say anything.

When he thought about it, if it was as described by Mei Xian'er, then this person was likely to be the group of the Dragon Department.

Even this person himself is one of the members of the Dragon Division.

But no matter what, at the beginning, the ancestors explained that people who are similar to the dragon group should not be provoked, let alone radical, and everything should follow their fate.

But Mei Xian'er didn't know that much.

Hearing that the middle-aged man said that Yi Feng was not dead, she raised her brows.

This manager seems to be cursing and not serious, but in fact, he is a terrifying existence that is unimaginable, and he is one of the few who have seen the existence of the ancestors.

although.

It is rumored that the ancestors didn't seem to like him at the beginning, but because he was good at licking, he licked a certain figure that the ancestors were afraid of, but his strength and the means of hands and eyes are beyond doubt.

So since the middle-aged man said that Yi Feng was not dead, no matter what the reason was, Mei Xian'er believed that Yi Feng was definitely not dead.

"Little guy, so you're not dead."

"That's interesting."

Mei Xian'er licked her tongue, revealing a playful smile.

"Little Mei'er, it's best to stay away from him, don't mess with him." The middle-aged man looked at her again and said meaningfully.

Mei Xian'er was stunned.

Don't mess with it?

The manager said so, and this time, Mei Xian'er's curiosity climbed to the extreme.

"Little guy, I can't see that the manager would actually say that to you."

"I was suddenly curious about your origins..."

"Okay, let's go, get back with news at any time." The middle-aged man waved and let someone push him down.

After turning around.

There was a heavy heart on his face.

"Fathers, I did all the tasks you gave me back then, but I don't know what to do later."

"If you're not satisfied then, don't blame me."

"And that one, are you back too?"