For three days in a row, everything was calm, until Zhao Fan came to the United States for a full week, there was nothing abnormal on the side of his sister-in-law Lin Ran and her fiancé Smith.

As for the Dark See, after the departure of the King of the Dwarfs and the King of the Alien Race, there was no movement, as if the death of the Holy Witch and the King of many races was like a pebble thrown into the sea, unable to turn up a single wave. In other words, the Dark Lord was afraid of the excessively young Huaxia Martial Saint, and chose to swallow his anger.

However, no one said anything about the fall of the Holy Witch and the others, and the Light Holy See did not know about it, otherwise it would have started a war with the Dark Holy See a long time ago.

In addition to the Nine Dukes and Prince William Jace who were enslaved by Zhao Fan and the lucky Shiva, who only lost two-thirds of their blood energy, the rest of the hundreds of thousands of blood clans, up to the Marquis, down to the non-flowing, were all pumped until the oil ran out, and even the bat body collapsed, directly reduced to black fog and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Unexpected, but reasonable.

It is worth mentioning that although it was his uncle and grandfather who did it, there was still a lot of merit that fell on Zhao Fan's head, and Chen Chun'er also got a considerable amount of merit, after all, one was to control the blood clan, and the other was to assist.

Zhao Fan took another step away from the merit infusion.

After collecting blood energy, my uncle had a meal with the two apprentices, and after a day of casual shopping, he and Chen Chun'er returned to Huaxia, leaving Zhao Fan alone in a foreign land.

Zhao Fan knew that his uncle and grandfather brought Chen Chun'er back because he wanted to help her step into the holy realm, and the next time he saw her, it might be at his hidden wedding nine days later.

Zhao Fan felt a trace of invisible pressure, who made him a senior brother and a lineage of great creation?

He decided to return to Huaxia as soon as possible to obtain the second inheritance of the Lord of the Secret Realm, and if possible, to collect the last inheritance as well, and then began to try to open up the first Divine Treasure to impact the Holy Realm!

This is about the safety of Lin Qianqian's sister, and she can't leave irresponsibly.

For Smith and his family, Zhao Fan asked the Nine Grand Dukes, and they said that among the Dark Sect's supernatural beings, there is no such person, and it is speculated that it may belong to the Bright Holy See or the Anomalous Alliance, but it is not excluded that there is no organization and scattered transcendental, hiding abilities, and living a normal life, and like this situation, there are many people, and it is not uncommon.

Zhao Fan was still thinking about asking the Nine Grand Dukes to mobilize the intelligence network to investigate, however, they usually occupy high positions, and all kinds of big and small things are handed over to the marquis under their command, and the marquis also distributes them to the earls, layer by layer, so that now the Nine Grand Dukes, who are like the commanders of the light pole, are basically useless except for the strength of the Empty Dignity Realm......

"So be it."

Zhao Fan pondered for a long time, and then talked to Lin Qianqian on the phone, and after hanging up, he gave an order to the ten blood clan bosses in front of him, "I will return to Huaxia tomorrow, William Jace, you lead the nine dukes, secretly spy on Smith and his parents or other extraordinary members of the family, once there are signs that are unfavorable to Lin Ran, take measures directly urgently, and then report to me, if the situation is not in a hurry, contact me first, and wait for the next instructions." In addition, Shiva can follow you, he is the last lone seedling among the juniors of the blood clan, how to treat you and weigh yourself, cultivate or kill with all your might, I will not interfere at all. ”

With one mid-stage Saint Realm plus nine Martial Venerable Peaks, it was difficult for Lin Ran to come up with anything wrong, Zhao Fan was relieved, and he asked Uncle Wang to book a ticket for him tomorrow, and the time would be tomorrow afternoon.

Zhao Fan remembered that before he came, his father said that he would keep his mobile phone open at any time, and maybe there would be tasks to be done by himself, but there was no movement for a week.

Zhao Yan is in the dungeon, and there is no way to make a phone call.