Chapter 1593

The fresh and elegant wooden building is surrounded by a fence made of special pear wood. Push the gate to enter, the winding quiet path, the rippling water rockery and rocks.

There are five or six colorful and graceful Koi swimming in a handful of clear springs. The breeze blows and several branches and leaves sway. It's really a good place to live in.

Zhang Nan stood at the gate of the courtyard. He couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. Yang Jiang, who was hanging around his neck, put his elbow on his stomach and said with a smile, "how about brother Zhang Nan? Is this place good for my younger brother?"

Zhang Nan suddenly returned to his senses, nodded and said with a little longing: "brother Yangjiang, your residence is really very good."

most of Zhang Nan's words come from his heart, but in the sphere of influence of Penglai immortal, in this picturesque courtyard, he can't do it.

Now I don't know if I've been identified as an alien enemy. Maybe I'll go to see Yang Jiang's master and let myself live in a damp cell instead of this elegant courtyard.

"Brother Zhang Nan, take a rest. I've already sent a message to my master. He asked us to go there in half an hour. By the way, my master seems to be very interested in you."

Yang Jiang's careless words made Zhang Nan burst into a cold sweat on his back. He had a stiff smile at the corner of his mouth and tried his best to hide the fear in his heart. He pretended to be happy and said: "this is the best. I'd like to see brother Yang Jiang, your master. He must be a man of great strength. "

Yang Jiang naturally nodded, "of course, my master is the first master among the eight elders. The Sanjue sword technique is unique in the world

Zhang Nan flattered a few words. In his words, he inquired about his master's personality. The more he listened, Zhang Nan's heart became more and more tense.

He silently rubbed a ring on his finger, pointed a small inscription on his fingertip, and the dark light flashed by. He couldn't help aiming at the distance with the remaining light, hoping that the think tank of the insect group could come up with a good way to solve his current dilemma.

"Ding Ding!" With the sound of the ring of the last Dharma, Wang Mang, wearing a bearskin cloak, stood on the dry and hard land, looking at the slightly thin figure in front of him, full of murders.

He was surrounded by a group of people in black who were covered with insect pattern ghost masks, half drawn swords, and fierce eyes.

As long as the thin figure has any intention, they will let the enemy know how cruel the shadow department's most infamous black team is!

The cold wind in winter is bleak and cold. The piercing wind is like a steel knife blowing on the thin man in a sweater. He can't help shivering.

His red cheek was covered with a strange nervous smile. He stared at Wang Mang with a pair of dead fish eyes. Without saying a word, he just stared at Wang Mang.

Wang Mang looked at the strange man in front of him and said in a voice: "for the third time, how many of you have cloned yourself? Does that make sense? "

"Hey, hey!" The thin man with strange behavior grinned two times. He drew a knife from his waist. It was like a mad dog and rushed at Wang Mang.