Mr. Jiang was greeting with his mouth wide open when he was unexpectedly slapped in the face, his mouth was full, he choked and coughed, and even spit out a small fish.

When the other people saw this, they didn't bother to laugh and hurriedly came over.

"Master, what's going on?"

Nangong Xin looked over there and said.

Jiang Fan choked and rolled his eyes. He finally managed to catch his breath. He looked at the stormy waves over there and couldn't breathe.

"I'll teach my son a lesson and let them beat him!"

"I...son?"

Nangong Xin recognized the fisherman and couldn't help but be surprised: "This is the leader of the four hermits in the Bailuzhou world. You said...Senior Yan is his son?"

Jiang Fan snorted: "That's it."

Nangong Xin was shocked. He didn't know how old the fisherman was, but after spending several days with Yan Kuangtu, he knew that this man was already a hundred years old.

"Oh my god, Senior Yan is already a hundred years old. Is this old fisherman a god?"

Jiang Fan was still crying, and he spat out the water after hearing this: "Bah! Gods don't know, gods don't know, it's true that you are disrespectful to me, otherwise my son wouldn't be able to hit me."

Nangong Xin was stunned and pointed over there: "Should we... not advise?"

"What nonsense!" Jiang Fan said angrily: "This is to communicate feelings, don't get involved blindly."

Jiang Qi was also puzzled: "Communicating feelings? How can anyone communicate feelings like this?"

Jiang Fan sighed: "If you have any grievances, you have to vent them. The old fisherman... can cause trouble..."

Others didn't understand, and Jiang Fan didn't bother to explain. He just let them watch the fun. After all, it was rare for such masters to compete with each other.

But the excitement was really quite big. Two super masters with great cultivation skills started to fight on the sea. It was an earth-shattering move. The originally calm sea surface turned into huge waves, and the situation changed completely.

Jiang Fan looked at the little fish on the ground that he had sprayed out, curled his lips and said: "This is called a fight between gods, the fish pond will suffer... Oh, no, the fish sea will suffer..."

Nangong Xinzheng looked at it in amazement. After hearing this, he turned his head and said doubtfully: "No, it's a fight between gods and mortals suffer... Oh, by the way, the young master's name is Jiang Fan..."

"roll!"

The fight started from the beach to the sea and took half an hour to end.

Then, while everyone was stunned, a figure flew through the air and was photographed on the shore.

It was Kuangtu Yan. He got up, spit out several mouthfuls of sand, shook his head, and seemed a little dizzy.

The next moment, the fisherman came slowly on the waves, still holding the fishing rod with one hand and brushing his beard with the other hand. The palm-sized wooden board under his feet had not changed. Even his clothes were fluttering, and he should be dry.

This is a judgment call. After all, the fisherman is still much stronger than Kuangtu Yan.

Kuangtu Yan's eyes widened, but he was still dissatisfied: "I was careless just now, I'll hit you again!"

The fisherman laughed: "My son, forget it, next time, next time, ask your mother to do it together, you can't do it on your own."

Jiang Fan wanted to laugh but didn't dare. His stomach felt cramped.

Can you stimulate him like this?

Unexpectedly, Yan Kuangtu didn't get angry, but snorted: "That's fine, just wait, I'll find the old lady and my second brother to deal with you later!"

"Second child?" Nangong Xin was stunned for a moment.

"That's Uncle Woodcutter." Jiang Fan said casually.

Then, both Nangong Xin and Jiang Qi were dumbfounded.

The two looked at each other and felt like their heads were buzzing. There were two sons of the Bailuzhou fisherman. One was Yan Kuangtu, the leader of the Ba Dao Sect who was famous in the world decades ago, and the other was a woodcutter who was hidden in the world by the Canglan River.

husband.

Either one of them is jaw-dropping.

"How old is this old man...?" Nangong Xin's eyes widened and he lowered his voice.

"About one hundred and eighty years old, not too old..."

Nangong Xin:......

More than 180 years old is not too old? Then tell me how to call it old?

He actually didn't know, having seen Chang Mei, Fat Master and Sun Daotong, Jiang Fan really felt that the fisherman was still in his prime...

Seeing the two old guys still bickering, Jiang Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This state shows that the two of them are finally relieved, which is good...

Finally, when they heard Jiang Fan shouting that the supper was ready, the two old men came over, squirting at each other.

After sitting down, Kuangtu Yan still yelled: "Old man, I'm giving you face. I only used the four moves you used back then. You haven't seen the Jingtao Sword Technique I learned in the angry sea!"

The fisherman calmly waved his hand: "You can know the whole thing by just looking at a small part. You are still far behind. Just follow me and learn from me."

"Old man! If you don't accept it, I'll beat you again!" Yan Kuang's disciples opened their eyes angrily.

Looking at the two of them, Jiang Fan and the others didn't dare to laugh, so they quickly made peace with each other.

"Another day, let's discuss it another day. Today's midnight snack is charcoal-grilled live fish. It's overcooked and not delicious."

Kuangtu Yan snorted and grabbed seven or eight skewers with his big hands. While eating, he said, "Jiang's grilled fish is really good. Anyway, as a filial piety today, I'll let you have some first."

The fisherman laughed and picked a bunch casually: "As you wish, eat the fish first. It's usually hard to taste Jiang's craftsmanship. By the way, boy, where did these fishes come from?"

"Oh, you two blew it up." Jiang Fan said casually.

Kuangtu Yan was a little embarrassed. The fisherman was also a little embarrassed and buried his head in eating.

Eating supper was boring until Jiang Qi brought a knife to burn.

After eight bowls of wine, Kuang Yan finally showed his madness.

"Old man, you're good at fighting, but you're not good at drinking. Come on, make a sign!"

The fisherman looked at him disdainfully from the corner of his eyes: "Your drinking ability is not as good as the second brother, and the two second sons combined are not as good as me."

Kuangtu Yan got angry: "Old man, there must be a limit to bragging. If you don't accept it, come and give it a try!"

The fisherman picked up the jar and said, "Son, old man, I didn't use bowls when I was young."

Kuangtu Yan immediately smashed the wine bowl and picked up a jar: "I just gave you face!"

Jiang Fan and the other four looked at the two old men having a drink together, looking left and right, all of them suppressing laughter.

After two jars of wine, Kuangtu Yan finally became drunk and blurred.

"Old...old man...what do you think you were able to do back then..."

The fisherman's eyes dimmed, and he sighed and slowly put down the wine jar.

"I'm sorry for you..."

Kuangtu Yan waved his hand: "Don't, don't, don't... Speaking of this, whoever is young and has not made mistakes, remember that your son and I were hunted down by people all over the world... You don't know, my son back then..."

Hearing him say the word son, Jiang Fan smiled softly, made a gesture, and asked the others to leave quietly, leaving the crackling bonfires and jars of fiery and spicy old wine to Bai Bai.

A father and son two years old.

After walking all this way, Nangong Xin couldn't help it anymore and laughed out loud: "When I was young... the senior masters were really interesting."

Jiang Fan couldn't help but laugh a little: "Senior experts are human beings too."

Nangong Xin said in a daze: "...is it over?"
Chapter completed!