In order to suppress the opponent from its momentum, Pan Ting learned from Zaozi's experience and flew into the air with his chair, swaying to the bottom.

Zaozi looked at the chair swaying left and right, and sincerely suggested: "It's better for you to sit down."

Pan Ting said: "My body proportions are too good, my upper body is too short, and my lower body is too long. Once I sit down, the height will be seriously insufficient."

Zaozi said: "This may be an illusion that your eyes are too low."

"Bang!"

Pan Ting smashed the chair down.

Zaozi jumped away cleverly.

Pan Ting stood in the air, holding his hands in his chest, "How is this posture?"

Zaozi said, "Fortunately you are not a lateral person, otherwise I just want to say three words, rest in peace."

“…”

When the war letter from the Kingdom of God was delivered, Pan Ting had to suppress his complaints and stood in the air solemnly, looking at the person trotting in, and said coldly: "The Kingdom of God actually sent you as an envoy. Is there any decent person in the country?" He was well aware of the way of negotiations and must seize the initiative and overwhelm the other party in momentum.

The man showed a bitter face: "God, I am from Heaven."

Pan Ting was furious: "You are actually a traitor from Fengtian?"

The man was about to kneel down, his face even more bitter: "I haven't betrayed yet."

"Send a letter of war for the other party before betrayal?" Pan Ting's mind was completely trapped in the misunderstanding that the other party was the messenger of the Kingdom of God, and it was difficult to extricate himself.

Still Tianyilang couldn't stand it and explained: "He was on duty in the palace and was my guard, just sending a message to the messenger of the Kingdom of God."

"...The guards of Fengtian Kingdom actually ran errands for the Kingdom of God? I still need to reflect on it." Pan Ting found a step for himself.

Tianyilang smiled gently and said, "I will reflect on it."

Pan Ting glanced at him and used the wind to deliver the war book in the man's hand to himself. The cover of the war book is simple and bright, composed of black and white square grids, which is very design-like, which makes him unable to help but think of the Earth Go book. When he opened the inner page, there was a faint fragrance of ink. The words written inside were tall and powerful, but the language was concise and clear: those who abandoned the evil gods and surrendered will not kill them.

Zaozi stood below and couldn't see the content, so he could only study the written content repeatedly, exclaiming: "The design is so beautiful. Don't you think it?"

Pan Ting said: "What do you think? So what do you think? Because it is beautifully designed, I have to get up and applaud and shout at the door, 'Enke, hit me quickly'?"

Zaozi tentatively said, "I'm in a bad mood?"

"Does it be a good mood to be called an evil god?"

Zaozi comforted him, "After all, it's a god."

Pan Ting rolled his eyes: "Celebrities are stars, superstars are stars, and broom stars are also stars. How difficult are you willing to be a broom star?"

Tianyilang said: "The messenger is still waiting for you to receive him."

Pan Ting was unhappy and waved his hand, "Let him go back and tell them that I created the God of the World, all under the world, are created for me, and those who offend me do not need to kill me, and there will be punishment from God!"

Tianyilang applauded.

Zaozi said, "What's there to applaud? Isn't it just to let them do whatever they like, and they will die for themselves anyway?"

Pan Ting jumped out of the air, Zaozi ran away.

The two of them ran away quickly one after another.

Pan Ting ran out of the palace, grabbed Zaozi, used invisibility techniques, followed the guard who handed the war letter, and followed all the way to the messenger of the Kingdom of God. Seeing the messenger, Zaozi opened his eyes wide and hid behind the wooden pillars.

Pan Ting was also stunned, but soon calmed down.

Since Ilian stayed in the Kingdom of God with his mother, with his blood, ability and his connection with him, he was indeed the best candidate to entrusted with important tasks. However, Pan Ting felt a little awkward when he saw him integrate into the Kingdom of God so quickly.

"Don't God see me?" Ilian grabbed the other party's hand, "Have you told him my name? I have something important to see him! Please help me pass it on."

The guard remembered that he was almost regarded as a spy in the Kingdom of God. He resisted the job very much and replied without thinking: "Tell me, I have said everything you want me to say. God and God don't want to see you!"

He turned around and wanted to leave, but his legs were like stones, and he couldn't move. "You, what did you do to me?" He looked at Ilian who slowly walked up to him in horror.

Ilian said sincerely: "I'm sorry, I can't compare. I have something very important to tell God!" He was about to run away, but the guard shouted regardless.

Ilian had to fold it back and formed a magic seal in his hand, sealing his mouth.

Pan Ting saw it clearly. Although the appearance of the magic seal was unfamiliar, the setting was the seal he wrote - a magic that could only be learned after practicing good deeds. He was sure that he had not taught it yet.

The guard's shouts alarmed others, and Ilian used his body to quickly shuttle between the buildings.

Pan Ting followed him step by step, and when he got lost and came to a place where no one appeared before he stood in front of him. "You..." a stone dagger pressed against his chest.

When Ilian saw Pan Ting, his face changed and said with a forced smile: "Why are you here?"

"Aren't you going to see me?" Pan Ting asked strangely.

Ilian said: "You suddenly appeared, which scared me."

"I was even more shocked. Your current cultivation level has reached the level of cultivation, right?"

Ilian widened his eyes and opened his mouth. Before he could speak, he shook his head first, but after shaking it, he lowered it as if he had done something wrong.

Pan Ting said: "Are you okay?"

"I..." Ilian suddenly scratched his hair vigorously.

...There will be no fleas, right?

Pan Ting took two steps silently.

Ilian suddenly rushed over and hugged him.

Pan Ting stretched out two fingers in disgust to stretch his head, but was hugged tighter.

"God, please help me!" Ilian raised his head, "Only you can help me."

Pan Ting said, "What do you want me to help you?"

"Save my mother!" Ilian shook him, "King Orlo took her a strange medicine, which must be taken continuously. If you don't take it for a day, your whole body will itch."

Pan Ting frowned and said, "Why did he do this?"

"Control me. His progress in practicing divine arts has always been worse than mine. He always suspected that the divine arts I taught him were fake. This time, he also asked me to plot against you."

"He is so naive?" Pan Ting sneered.

Ilian pulled out the dagger and said, "He said this dagger can hurt you."

"Is the medicine you mentioned?" Pan Ting touched it curiously.

Ilian subconsciously put away the knife, afraid of hurting him by chance, "No, this knife was refined by the Warriors himself."

Pan Ting's hand, which had reached out, froze, and asked word by word: "You mean, this dagger was made by Sa'er to kill me?"

Although Ilian nodded when he heard the word Sale for the first time.

Pan Ting snatched the dagger, looked in front of him several times, and laughed angrily: "Okay, okay, it's so great!"

Ilian looked at him uneasy.

Pan Ting put away his smile, "Don't worry, I will try my best to save your mother."

"There are many people who have practiced the magic method, so you should be careful."

"Don't worry, it's not just the Divine Land Kingdom that practices divine methods. Don't alert the snake during this period. You can do whatever they ask you to do and leave the other things to him." Pan Ting thought for a while and returned the dagger to him, "Before I rescue your mother, you must protect her."

Ilian nodded vigorously. Seeing that Pan Ting was about to leave, he bent his legs and knelt on the ground and said, "God, thank you."

"A man has gold under his knees. If he doesn't marry a wife, don't kneel down casually."

Pan Ting said lazily, walking towards the fireball without looking back.

Seeing that his face was wrong, Zaozi followed him worriedly, "Where are you going?"

“Where to go?”

Pan Ting asked back to himself while sneering, "Set the accounts!"

A sudden strong wind over Fengtian City!

Pan Ting stood indifferently in the wind, staring at the burning balls hanging above the city. The fire flew like a ribbon in the wind, pulling eastward and extending westward, but refused to extinguish.

Pan Ting's face turned red and his eyes slowly covered with blood.

Zao struggled to climb onto his shoulders, hugged his neck tightly, and shouted: "Try your new skills!"
Chapter completed!