Chapter 1742 Chapter 320: The sky has eyes

Yang Fan has never seen the captain of the "Ping An", but it is not difficult to see from the conversation with the sailors that the boatmen respect him like a god.

Knowledgeable, tolerant, mysterious and powerful, this is the unanimous evaluation of their captain on the "Ping".

After seeing the true face of Captain Ping, Yang Fan could vaguely feel the origin of these awe.

At this time, the sea was full of roaring waves, black clouds in the sky, lightning and thunder, but the man walking out of the captain's room was very calm.

This calm even infected the flustered sailors, or when they saw the captain appear, they quickly settled.

Just as before, no matter how violent the waves, as long as the master captain appears, the waves will be calm.

The so-called faith is probably a beam of light in despair, and the captain is the light in the hearts of these sailors.

Regrettably, the storm did not shrink this time because of the appearance of men, because this time it was not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster.

After decades of sailing, Chang Ping'an raised his head, feeling a heart-pounding force brewing, and under the ocean tides on both sides, I don't know how many arrays are superimposed.

Reason told Chang Ping An that the most appropriate strategy at this time was to abandon the boat, but watching the rushing waves, the sailors yelled to each other and desperately lowered their sails to scoop the water.

Chang Ping'an lowered his head, because he was afraid that to feel the power in the cloud again would make him lose the courage to resist.

...

The sudden huge wave made Yang Fan's heart alarm loudly.

Tong Mi Bai has been wandering in the seven cities of Lingjiang over the years, and the danger he has experienced can be written into a book.

The most important experience this thick book brings to Yang Fan is how to judge danger.

The waves are indeed terrible, but there are so many things in the world that are more terrifying than the waves, such as the human heart.

The sudden appearance of the waves smelled of aura, and the mysterious ship has condensed the sky for a long time, and it has confirmed Yang Fan's feelings.

These people are here for themselves!

Inexplicably, this feeling rose in Yang Fan's heart and tightened the sword on his back.

...

In this world, as long as there are forces capable of flying high-altitude equipment, there is no need for the same passenger ship to be embarrassed.

Whenever this possibility appears, it only means that the target of the forces is a certain passenger on the ship.

Behind the sky, the elite fire division led by Wu Lan is operating the waves step by step.

The Wushuang Inner Court disciple died in a shipwreck, and the Wushuang Inner Court disciple died in an attack. Although the ending was the same death, it was indeed two things of completely different nature.

That's why, if it can be solved with a combination of fierce realms, Wu Huan will gather so many divisions and spend so much energy and resources to make waves on the sea.

Yang Fan must die in a shipwreck. This is what the Deputy Governor meant, so what the Ministry of Fire had to do was to make the meaning of the Deputy Governor become a reality at no cost!

Swell array.

Sunda wind curse.

On the sea, the power of these divisions has become very amazing. Although the Ping An is a very large passenger ship, it is just a few thumps in the face of huge waves that move thousands of feet.

Then, the fierce fish and sharks in the endless sea, as well as this endless waters, will sink all living creatures to the bottom of the sea.

Don't worry about lucky passenger ships passing by. The Sky Survey Shenzhou of the Fire Department will cruise day and night, erasing all lucky possibilities.

It's just, why has it been so long since the Ping An has not sunk?

Wu Lan folded her hands on her chest, looked down at the big ship that appeared from time to time in the huge waves, frowned slightly, and said in her heart: "These squad masters have been blowing so hard, they haven't sunk the ship for a long time, so she is replaced by the elite fire department The squad, it only takes one round to fight together, and directly beat the boat and this kid into powder. Who knows how the boat is missing on this vast sea!"

Thinking of this, the more dissatisfied with the efficiency of the battle divisions, he shouted at a battle division next to him: "It's been a long time, why hasn't the safety signal sinked?"

"Returning to the town caregiver, there seems to be a great master on this boat, who has dispelled all the waves that hit the hull."

Watching Wu Lan's face carefully, the array master quickly calmed down and said, "But don't worry, let us take a little more time, and we will surely sink the peace signal into the sea!"

"I can wait, but I can't wait for the sky!"

With her hands on her chest, Wu Lan used her nostrils and said to the array teacher: "If the peace signal has not sunk after the hundred breaths, you can go to the sky survey and explain it yourself."

Thinking of facing the sky-surveillance with an aura like Shura, the Array Master paled with fright, and he didn't even care to answer Wu Lan, and quickly fell into the group of stormy Array Masters.

...

The storm became stronger, which made Chang Ping's pressure soar.

Even the natural water spirit body has nothing to do in the face of a surge that hardly stops.

As the old saying goes, everyone who drowns knows the water, but what makes Chang Ping'an unable to figure out is that it is just a normal trip from Chaochang to Yuanzhou. How could this happen?

He waved his hand and cut out a azure blue light to cut off the huge waves, Chang Ping'an really couldn't understand.

"They came for me."

When he was in doubt, Chang Ping heard a voice, and then saw a young ship passenger approaching the steering wheel.

"what did you say."

Chang Ping'an frowned and asked.

"I have some mysterious jade here, and a letter."

Yang Fan did not repeat his own words, but calmly took out the mysterious jade he had received from the inner city, and the invitation letter that he should have brought to Yuanzhou: "They came for me. Turning this attack into a shipwreck, I should not be able to get off."

With the dangling steering wheel fat, Yang Fan shrugged his shoulders freely, and stuffed the mysterious jade and letterhead into Chang Ping'an's hand.

"These are ten miles of mysterious jade. The captain can try a few more times to see if he can escape the range of the storm. If he can get out, he will send this letter to Yuanzhou Yingcheng with this sword."

Having said that, Yang Fan wanted to remove the peace sword behind him again, but found that the sword seemed to be stuck to his back and couldn't take it off.

After pulling twice, he spread his hands and said, "Well, there are no more swords!"

...

As the saying goes, if you want people to know you can't do anything.

The so-called people have left their names, the geese have left voices, and the walls still have ears, not to mention such a big movement of the Superintendent of Heaven.

It’s just that the one who is monitoring the world’s news is the Superintendent of Heavenly King Xun, so as long as Wang Xun’s internal problems do not go wrong, no one knows about the transfer of the Fire Department’s Heavenly Surveyor Shenzhou.

An Jingtian calculated this way, but he forgot that the current Dutianwang tour is no longer the Dutianwang tour back then.

At that time, Wang Xun was known as being omnipotent and knowing everything. Today, Wang Xun is at best informed.

The Shenting Grandmaster couldn't imagine that this smug design of assault would usher in two audiences.

In the Wushuang Academy in Chixia Mountain, Longzhou, Tang Luo crossed his arms across his chest, looking at the picture in the mirror image with interest.

The turbulent waves, the passenger ships turning upside down, and those who are hiding behind the clouds, who are playing with the waves.

The same picture also appeared on the assembly on the top floor of Yingcheng Jiange, but compared to the personal theater on the top floor of Wushuang Academy, it was a bit lively here.

The sword masters of each sword school, the sword sects of each family, the commander of the three armies and the master of the Baiyu Jiange.

(End of this chapter)