"I hope the stupid dragon is not teasing me."

The boy running slowly opened his dry mouth, and a faint sound came from the corner of his mouth.

If someone is by his side, maybe he can hear the last few words...

Unparalleled Fist God.

...

...

Western Wilderness.

Somewhere unknown mountain.

Jiang Lan, who was recovering from seclusion, suddenly opened her eyes.

He felt that someone had pronounced his name, not the people around him.

Not an ordinary person either.

But there is someone related to his throne.

Then Jiang Lan checked the three light spots of the divine position, and at this time one of the light spots was flashing.

"Young man?" Jiang Lan was quite surprised. The eighth prince said that the boy had gone to the Central Plains and also told the name of the Wushuang Fist God.

"In danger?"

"It's not a good time."

He had just recovered not long ago, and I don't know if he could use his power.

And it should be difficult to make the teenager encounter danger.

After all, there are inn owners accompanying you.

Who can ask the boy for help?

I was a little confused, but he still took out Shanhaijing.

Normally, even if the other party has the opportunity, he cannot really turn his attention to it.

So you can only use the mountain and sea mirror to know what the boy encountered.

At the same time, a leaf was blinded and started to run wildly.

Prevent anyone from looking over.

The passage began to connect. At this time, Jiang Lan looked at Shanhai Mirror and saw countless forces bombing wildly.

The earth is broken and endless.

Without paying too much attention, he looked to the center of the picture.

It was the severely injured boy who was running for life with the Tianyu Phoenix Clan in his arms.

At this time, he is about to reach his limit.

"If anyone can really hear it, please, give me enough strength to run."
Chapter completed!