The representative of the Ministry of Defense had no expression on his face, and he could tell that his hands were tightly clamped and his heart was not calm.

Waller, director of the Sky Eye Association, lowered his head and covered his face with his hands.

They don’t know how they should express it so that they can hide millions of syntax squids in their hearts.

Only Tony Stark, who was proud.

In just these few months, little John seemed to have found some clues in the snow-capped mountains!

The plan about Kunlun has finally been put on the agenda!

Nepal.

At the foot of the snow-capped mountain, a hotel.

Little John asked for a cup of hot black tea.

There are too many tourists of all kinds of skin at the foot of the snow-capped mountain, and these people are the ultimate challengers who come to climb the snow-capped mountain.

They have all kinds of skins and languages.

Little John was not at all conspicuous with a few subordinates.

He took off his heavy down jacket, sipped a sip of black tea, and signaled his men to go down and see if anyone was monitoring them outside.

It turned out that no one was.

The helmman closed the door and shook his head to show his safety.

Only then did little John pick up the satellite phone and call the master.

The Grandmaster's voice is always so warm. When he heard the Grandmaster's voice, little John felt like he was injected with chicken blood and was excited.

These months of hard work are worth it!

"Master, I found traces of those people, they are in Nepal."

John Jr. said.

"Very good, little John, you're doing a good job. I guess I'll be in Nepal at noon tomorrow and we'll meet at the airport."

"Okay, boss."

Little John hung up the phone excitedly and made a "victory" gesture.

New York, in the gym.

Zhao Song opened his eyes, and there was a divine light in his eyes!

He stood up and looked at Dracula who was huddled together in front of him.

"You are useless, Dracula, you can be free."

Zhao Song said.

Dracula didn't speak, and he was so weak that he even opened his eyes a luxury.

Zhao Song brought him out and made the final sacrifice.

He finally sacrificed Dracula!

From now on, he won't need Dracula.

In the evening, the blade warrior who came back from the local chicken, Isabel and Zhao Song from the gym, took the plane overnight and transferred to Nepal.

On the plane, the Blade Warrior was a little uneasy, and he tried hard to keep himself away from Zhao Song.

It is very difficult for Zhao Song to get along with now.

His aura was like a golden crow coming out of the East China Sea, and a divine sword coming out of Mount Tai.

The sharp edge of his body could no longer be concealed, like an awl hidden in a sack, piercing through the sack and revealing it.

Even Isabel couldn't figure out the sharpness of his body.

He didn't know what was wrong with the Grand Master of the Gym.

But she just looked at Zhao Song curiously and didn't say anything.

She was teasing the zombies on her shoulders.

The three of them now have their own shapes. Because they were going to Nepal, the weapons of the blade warriors were placed in the box in front of them.

Above Isabel's shoulders stood a "bird".

The bird is just the size of a fist, with an eagle on the lower body and a woman covered with scales on the upper body!

Hawk, Hapi!

This is the harp-like Hapi who was successfully refined by Zhao Song!

The most valuable thing on Isabel is herself, followed by the zombies on her shoulders and the seals on her wrists.

Let’s not mention the zombie for now, the seal is the core of her talisman drawing.

This seal was carved by her herself. Strangely, the seal that has not been certified by Taoism is indeed useful for talismans.

The identity proof of exorcising gods and slaughtering ghosts is actually useful.

This is called Zhao Song's thoughts and puzzled.

This is no longer an exaggeration agent.

This is not even an agent without authority. How do those ghosts and gods identify with Isabel?

As for Zhao Song's momentum, it is actually an external manifestation brought by his successful cultivation and his ability is not fully controlled.

By noon the next day, Zhao Song was practicing on the plane, and his aura was stable, looking like an ordinary person, and he was no different from an ordinary person.

However, what was a little surprised by the fact that they did not see the pick-up John at the airport.

"Where is little John?"

Isabel looked around curiously.
Chapter completed!