Qi's casual answer made Fu Fengyun smile.

He knew that Qi Shuinyin would definitely agree, but he didn't expect that he agreed without asking for any conditions.

Even the thin man was a little surprised. He nodded secretly, thinking that although this kid was a little fucked, he was actually pretty good.

Fu Fengyun said to Qi Xinqing: "The situation in Penglai has been very chaotic recently. All kinds of dark things are happening, and there have even been several murders involving big shots."

Qi Shuinxian patiently listened to Fu Fengyun tell him the current situation in Penglai and carefully remembered all the key points.

"I understand. The Americans just don't want Zuo Chen to go to the stage to talk, so they sent Cia's people to cause trouble." Qi Jian said casually.

At this time, he also knew why Xu Aoxue went back to Nanyang directly. It turned out that Clark, the CIA boss, had transferred the battlefield to Penglai, and had no time to take into account the situation in Nanyang.

Indeed, for the Americans, preventing a person close to China from taking power in Penglai is more important than the situation in Nanyang!

After all, their aircraft carriers are still hovering near the South Ocean. Even if the situation in the South Ocean develops unexpectedly, they are sure to sit firmly on the Diaoyutai.

Fu Fengyun nodded and said, "That's right, so I'll ask you to help this time. After all, Clark, the leader of the American CIA organization, will probably be in Penglai."

Hearing this, Qi Shuinxian completely understood why Fu Fengyun wanted him to go to Penglai.

This is to match him with the military power value of the American side. Just like Clark, anyone who sends him may become a delivery dish.

If Qi passes by easily, it will be very suitable. His personal ability is not inferior to Clark at all.

More importantly, he also has the title of archbishop of the Southern District of the Holy Church, and it is impossible for him to use official power to target him openly.

"Then this trip to Penglai will probably be very interesting. Many countries are involved in it, but I don't know if the people from the Zhao family will be involved in it?" Qi Jianxian asked.

"It shouldn't be. The people of the Zhao family also know how to destroy the situation in Penglai at will. Once the matter is exposed, what kind of public opinion pressure will be borne. At that time, we don't have to do anything, and the saliva of the whole world can drown them!" Fu Fengyun said calmly.

Qi Xinxian thought about it, as well, some things are red lines. No matter how privilege you have, you cannot step on them. Once you touch them, you may be crushed to pieces.

For example, Penglai's future belongs to the red line.

Don’t underestimate an island in Penglai. After all, it occupies a region in the southeastern waters. If it exists, it will greatly curb the development of the Chinese navy.

Also, Penglai's core making technology is world-class. If Penglai can return to his heart, the technological power can also be greatly developed.

Qi Shuinxian said thoughtfully, "This may not be!"

Fu Fengyun was stunned and asked, "What are your opinions?"

"Penglai, like a high minister in the Snow Country." Qi Jianxian glanced at Fu Fengyun and said lightly.

"Gao Chen is the political legacy left by the former President of Snow Country, and is left to the new officer to resolve it to capture the hearts of the people."

"The same is true for Penglai. If Penglai surrenders, then what kind of reputation will your sect gain?"

Fu Fengyun raised his eyebrows lightly when he heard it, and felt that Qi Xunxuan's words were quite reasonable. He said lightly: "You are right..."

Seeing that Fu Fengyun had finished drinking the tea, Qi picked up the boiling kettle and added a cup of tea to him.

The historical pattern of Snow Country has undergone earth-shaking changes with his operations.

The oligarchs continued to rule over the country, and the pride of heaven who was about to be born could no longer see the light of heaven.

A sick polar bear is a good polar bear.

Penglai is comparable to Gao Chen, and the Zhao family will not be unable to see clearly. Although the risks are extremely high, Qi Shuinxian feels that they may still step on it. Whether it is a bad thing or a share of the pie, it remains to be witnessed.

"You're thankful for Penglai for your hard work. You don't have to do anything. I just want someone to match a strong man like Clark." Fu Fengyun finished another cup of tea and felt that the time was almost over. He stood up and prepared to say goodbye.

Qi Shenxian smiled and said, "I am looking forward to confronting top powerhouses like Clark again. His static talent is above me. It is interesting to fight with people like him!"

Fu Fengyun said: "The sharpness should be slightly restrained, it is easy to break even if it is too hard."

Seeing that Qi was still sitting on the chair without moving, the thin man couldn't help but scolded: "You are so rude, Mr. Fu is leaving, but he doesn't know how to get up and see him off?"

When Qi Shuinxian heard this, he frowned, and a little displeasure raised on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Okay, okay, I'll give it to Mr. Fu!"

He felt very unhappy. This thin man pretended to be his elder and would scold him at any time.

"I have to teach this guy some lesson!" Qi thought casually.

While he took the two of them out, he passed by the practice room and suddenly said, "Hey, there are masters!"

Jiuhen, who was teaching He Duolian, heard this, suddenly turned around and said, "Where is a master!!!"

The thin man felt the terrifying gaze swept over and suddenly became nervous, as if wildfire was burning.

"Ha, I'm a master of Wing Chun White Crane. You can, fight me first!" Jiuhen said with a big laugh, arousing his breath, his steps were like lightning, and he flashed to the thin man, and punched him.

The thin man's scalp was numb and could only grit his teeth and take a step forward, leading to Jiuhen's fist.

Qi Shuinxian pulled Fu Fengyun to the side for two steps, and smiled and said, "Look at the fun, don't be hurt."

Fu Fengyun looked at Qi Xinxuan in anger and said, "You are a master who is not bad at seeing the gods. You need such a petty and ordinary experience?"

Qi Xinxian said, "I can't understand what you are saying! Jiuheng is a martial arts fanatic. He wants to compete when he sees masters. The ancients said that he is happy to see the hunt, which is probably what he said."

Fu Fengyun sneered: "This is Yu Xiaolong's uncle. If he is injured, you have to think about how your life will be in the future."

"I have nothing to do with Yu Xiaolong. Her uncle was beaten and what does it have to do with me?" Qi Jianxian was still arrogant and spoke very hard.

In a blink of an eye, more than a dozen moves passed, and the thin man was already a little lost. He was shrouded in Jiuhen's fist wind and retreated step by step.

When he was thirty-six moves, Jiu hummed and squeezed away his arm blocking his chest, then punched his abdomen, making him hunched over and curled up on the ground, spitting out sour water.

"No one can fight!" Jiuhen frowned and turned around and left.

Qi Shenxian couldn't help but smile with satisfaction on his face.
Chapter completed!