The news of Su Fu's return spread throughout China in an instant.

China, which had been silent for a month, became restless again.

Jiangnan City.

Qi Baihe received the news and was slightly surprised.

"Sure enough, this kid doesn't die that easily."

Qi Baihe narrowed his eyes slightly, pinched the white rose, rubbed it gently, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

On Su Fu, he seemed to see the young Fang Changsheng.

Become a slut, be a slut.

But I won’t joke about my life, I’m a good kid with a proper sense of attitude.

Qi Baihe sent the news of Su Fu's return to Fang Changsheng.

Fang Changsheng, who received the news, came to the Dreammaker Union in a burgeoning manner.

"That kid is not dead? He is still ready to challenge the world's famous young masters to break through the level 6 barrier?"

Fang Changsheng asked with flip-flops hanging down, holding a cigarette in his mouth, leaning against Qi Baihe's desk.

Qi Baihe's eyes slid down, and when he saw a book pressing under Fang Changsheng under his butt, his face changed slightly.

I wanted to scold a few words, but when I saw Fang Changsheng's gangster-looking look, I shook my head and forgot it again.

"The news sent back from the Kyoto Trial Camp is that the boy is now rushing to Putuo Mountain. He has gone to see Master Daoheng. After seeing Master Daoheng, he should go to challenge the world's famous little master."

Qi Bai He Dao.

Fang Changsheng narrowed his eyes and let out a breath of smoke, his eyes blurred.

Smile gently.

"I have a bit of my style back then. I hope that kid won't be beaten too badly."

Fang Changsheng Dao.

"Let's go, the Great Dream Gate has become much more honest recently. Let's go find that kid. I want to watch him step into the realm of the Grandmaster with my own eyes."

Fang Changsheng's eyes fell on Qi Baihe.

"Let's go to Putuo Mountain to find him."

Qi Baihe opened his mouth, he wanted to say, can he refuse?

However, he sighed and did not refuse.

Afterwards, he asked someone to prepare a private plane and head to Putuo Mountain with Fang Changsheng.

...

The news of Su Fu's return touched the entire Chinese storm in an instant.

Whether it is the dream-making world or the top leaders of human beings, they attach great importance to this news.

Where did Su Fu go after a month of disappearing?

Why can’t humans detect it? And what kind of persons in the mysterious coffin of the Heavenly Level Sect exist? Is it good or evil?

They need to know all of these.

Therefore, many senior human leaders personally arranged planes to go to Putuo Mountain.

For a moment, the originally extremely pure Putuo Mountain was in storm.

The senior executives of China sent representatives and many powerful dream makers gathered here.

Of course, Putuo Mountain has extraordinary significance.

After all, Master Daoheng, the strongest man on Earth, went into seclusion in Putuo Mountain.

Moreover, the dream-creator of Tianxing, who was injured in the battle of the Great City in Xijiang, was also practicing in Putuo Mountain.

It can be said that Putuo Mountain is definitely an important place today.

The whole world's eyes seemed to be focusing on this place.

The fighter jets are very fast.

In less than half an hour, I arrived in Putuo Mountain.

The towering mountains stand among the forests, surrounded by clouds and mist, covered with green shade, full of fairy spirit.

Looking at this majestic mountain, Su Fu felt as if he had seen the former Xianmeng Sect.

The fighter planes were suspended in high altitude and prepared to land slowly.

Su Fu stopped the officer.

"I'll get off here."

Su Fu said to the officer.

The officer was stunned and got off here?

It's thousands of meters above sea level!

"It's okay, I'm responsible."

Su Fu smiled faintly.

He asked the officer to open the hatch door. The officer hesitated for a while and opened the hatch door.

Su Fu pushed open the hatch door and stepped out of it in one step, stepping out of the hatch door in the officer's tight gaze.

The howling wind blew, making Su Fu's clothes rush.

Without using perception or physical skills, Su Fu just fell down at high speed.

The officer's eyes shrank.

I couldn't help but smacked my tongue. Su Demon King is Su Demon King, and he acted in an unconventional manner.

He was not worried that Su Fu would fall to death. After all, a Level 6 dream maker who has a strong perception may not fall to death.

but……

Su Fu has no protective measures and no equipment to slow down. He falls alone. If it is not handled properly, it may fall into a meat pie. Even if he is not killed, he may be in a mess.

Um?

suddenly.

The officer was stunned.

Because Su Fu's falling body suddenly rolled up and stepped on the air.

A black light burst out instantly.

"What is that?"

The officer took a deep breath.

I found Su Fu stepping on a ballpoint pen, as if he was galloping in the sky among many resentful ghosts.

Imperial pen flying?

Is there any such operation?

Su Fu carried his hands, stepped on the old Yin pen, galloping among the mountains and rivers.

The ancient temple below is gradually becoming clear.

Deep mountains, ancient temples, and clear springs.

Su Fu was like a stream of light falling from the sky.

boom!

Su Fu suddenly fell down, and after landing, he rolled up the air pressure.

A few fallen leaves flew.

The old Yin pen was hanging one inch from the ground, while Su Fu was hanging on it.

In front of the ancient temple, a young monk holding a big broom stared at Su Fu in horror.

Is this a monster falling from the sky?

"Su Fu, come to see Master Daoheng, please inform me."

Su Fu bowed and said.

The little monk nodded quickly and ran to the ancient temple with a broom.

Perhaps because of panic, I ran too fast and tripped by the threshold. With a bang, I fell to the ground with a broom.

Su Fu's mouth twitched.

I saw the little monk get up and drag his broom to run quickly into the ancient temple.
To be continued...