Chapter 6485

Zhang Xiaofan hasn't had time to express his position yet, but Wang Zhenyuan, who has been silent from the beginning, has already opened his mouth first.

"It's a good relationship. I'm worried about no place to go. I can ask for a drink. I'm just a little hungry here."

Seeing Wang Zhenyuan, the capital of the emperor and the head of the Wang family, they also want to go together. Zhao Guoguang and Huang Yiqing are naturally very happy. They almost have no direct son. They are very sad to write the four words "warm welcome".

"Ha ha..."

"After two years, I'm sure I'll go to Yingbao to be a good guest, but it's not the right time..."

In this regard, Zhang Xiaofan is suddenly open, the road.

Wen Yan, Zhao Ying'er and Zhao Guoguang's husband and wife look at each other face to face. They don't understand what Zhang Xiaofan means by saying this.

Among the people present, Wang Zhenyuan was the only one. His old eyes narrowed slightly, and then he felt it carefully.

"Oh?"

At the moment, even Wang Zhenyuan also felt something in his heart, and his face also showed a touch of surprise. Obviously, he also noticed something.

See, Zhang Xiaofan slowly turned around, eyes indifferent, looking toward the distant sky.

"The one in the sky, you have been observing in the dark, so don't you plan to show up?"

"If it's hard, let me invite you out in person!"

Zhang Xiaofan's indifferent voice was heard in the air, and the four brothers who were waiting for him were also stunned.

From the point of view of what Zhang Xiaofan just said, it seems that someone in the sky is hiding in the clouds and peeping at them secretly?

But for all this, among the five brothers headed by Shangguan Wudi, there was no sense of it.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

"Wutian devil is worthy of being the person in charge of Niuer in the Chinese cultivation world. He can even detect the existence of aging!"

All of a sudden, there was a hearty, heroic laugh in the air. The five martial brothers headed by Shangguan Wudi also changed their faces one after another, and a look of surprise appeared in their old eyes.

As for the reason why Shangguan Wudi and others were so surprised, the reason was that the heroic laughter was too familiar.

As the laughter gradually subsided, a dark purple thunder suddenly flashed out from the place just above the octagonal pavilion, and the dense lightning arcs were constantly stirring up and down as if they were small drills one after another.

Finally, these dense lightning arc finally condensed into a middle-aged man's figure.

After seeing this scene in front of him, Wang Zhenyuan's face suddenly stiffened.

"The power of thunder?"

I saw this middle-aged man, he was wearing a purple long-distance running, and two purple lightning marks were embroidered on the left and right cuffs of the long-distance running.

He is the same as the lightning mark on Shangguan Wudi's left and right cuffs, but he is only fifty-five or six years old.

However, the vicissitudes revealed in the eyes of the middle-aged man seem to have experienced countless reincarnations and disasters in the world