Strongest Immortal Reborn In City

The demonized Chen Ziyang let out an unwilling roar, like the roar of a wild beast, which echoed for ten miles!    

Even the passengers on the passenger plane could hear it clearly!    

Jiang Zhiyuan and his wife in the passenger cabin looked at each other as if they had seen a ghost. They were filled with shock.    

"Zhiyuan, you... you heard it?"    

The beautiful middle-aged woman Faang Xiaoyu's red lips opened wide. She pointed at the outside of the cabin. She seemed to be asking if the legendary scene outside had something to do with Meng Ran.    

Jiang Zhiyuan, the director of the Sanitary Bureau of Jiangzhou City, was trembling all over as if he had seen a fairy tale. He even unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned against the window of the cabin, wanting to see the scene outside clearly.    

"Zhiyuan, you don't want to live anymore! Quickly fasten your seatbelt!" Faang Xiaoyu's expression changed and immediately urged.    

However, this Director of the Health Bureau who wore a white shirt turned a deaf ear to this and only stared fixedly at the two figures in the clouds!    

In order to see the person's appearance clearly, Jiang Zhiyuan took off his glasses with trembling hands and repeatedly wiped them clean with the white coat.    

However, the night was too deep. Jiang Zhiyuan could only see the back of a figure that was shining with green light. He could not see the person's true appearance clearly.    

"No way... No way... Although that kid knows the magic technique, he is definitely not a Divine Immortal! There are no gods in this world! No!"    

Jiang Zhiyuan sat down on the chair and repeatedly comforted himself.    

The beautiful middle-aged woman, Faang Xiaoyu, looked at her husband's trembling lips and helplessly sighed. She had a complicated expression as if she wanted to say something but did not want to. Finally, she could not help but say:    

"Ugh... If you had not stopped Yufei from interacting with that person back then, Yufei would not be like this now. She would not be thinking about food and tea. Perhaps... he might even become our son-in-law..."    

Just as Faang Xiaoyu finished speaking, there was a Pa. A bright red palm print appeared on her face.    

"Shut up! Don't mention that arrogant little beast again!"    

Jiang Zhiyuan stared at his wife with a ferocious expression.    

Faang Xiaoyu covered her swollen cheeks and actually did not care about it at all. She only helplessly sighed.    

"Zhiyuan, why are you still not willing to admit your mistake? Could it be that your face is more important than your daughter's happiness?"    

Jiang Zhiyuan raised his hand and wanted to slap him, but he couldn't do it no matter what.    

He sat on the chair dejectedly and looked at the top of the cabin with a dull gaze. His mind was filled with the shocking scene of Meng Ran reaching the top of the Jiangbei in Fog Hidden Villa.    

At the same time, on a long road less than a hundred miles away from Meng Ran, a figure with white hair and white beard was speeding across the sky.    

Suddenly, a peach wood sword shot out from the distant horizon!    

"Eh? I'm back?"    

The old man in the Tang suit let out a soft gasp of surprise. Then, he clenched his fingers in the air, and the peach wood sword was immediately sucked into his palm!    

Around two seconds later, the old man in the Eight Trigrams Daoist robe, who was holding a horsetail whisk in his hand, arrived late.    

The old man in the Daoist robe carried an ancient scabbard on his back. However, the treasured sword in the scabbard was nowhere to be found.    

Seeing that the old man in the Daoist robe had arrived late, the old man casually threw the peach wood sword to him and couldn't help but tease him.    

"Chen Daoxuan, it's one thing that the Heavenly Master Tao can't produce a God Stage, but why can't you even suppress your peach wood sword? Zhang Dao Ling's face has really embarrassed all of you disciples. "    

Facing the old man's teasing, the old man still had a smile on his face, but he didn't care about it at all. He took the peach wood sword and put it back into its sheath.    

"Elder Yin, do you know who attacked us from a hundred miles away? It's a world-shocking spectacle that can attract the worship of tens of thousands of swords. Could it be that the survivors of the Xie Family have come into being? "