Oh, it's not too early!" A crisp and pleasant child's voice sounded.

"What people!"

The few remaining men in black stopped and looked at the source of the sound—a little girl in red standing on top of a high wall.

"Who is it?" "Hehe, Miss Ben should ask about that, right?"

"Miss......" The leader was suddenly shocked, "The young lady in the general's mansion is not the only one-" As he spoke, he quickly looked up and down, "Are you the wind and the face?!"

"Smack!" a loud slap rang out, and blood oozed from the corners of the leader's head and lips.

"Miss Ben's name is also what you can call it?" Feng Tianyan scolded, "It's just a dog of the emperor, what kind of thing!"

Everyone was shocked, because this person's cultivation was the highest among these people, but he was slapped and blood was spitting from his mouth. What is even more astonishing is that I didn't see who made the move! What does this mean? It shows that there are masters of cultivation in this vicinity who are at least above the Venerable Rank!

Rank Cultivation ...... Isn't there only one in the general's mansion? Could it be that the old general Feng is here?! Honorable rank! A hundred spirit masters are not enough to see!

Since Wind Howling Heaven and Wind Qingtian rarely showed their faces outside, there were not many people who knew that there were three Spirit Venerables in the General's Mansion.

One after another, frightened eyes began to wander around, and no one thought that this invisible slap came from the little girl's condensed spiritual power. In the eyes of these people, although Feng Qianyan is beautiful and has an unparalleled momentum, he can't see any cultivation, but he is just an ordinary person who can't cultivate. It is impossible to link this matter to it in any way.

Feng Qianyan didn't want to explain, and let the people in black misunderstand.

"How do you know!" the leader wiped the blood from his lips and narrowed his eyes to reveal a dangerous gaze.

"Yo~~!Do you still want Miss Ben to torture to extract a confession, and you would rather die than give in again?" I disappointed you!" Looking at the black-clothed man below condescendingly, Feng Qiyan raised his little hand and pointed at them one by one and said, "Miss Ben still knows-you, you...... A few of you were sent by the prince. Oh, you, you, you...... It's Prime Minister Su's person. Isn't that right?"

Everyone who had already been frightened by the old general Feng who had secretly made a move, all shook their bodies involuntarily.

The other two leaders were shocked and tightened their grips on their weapons.

"Heh, it seems that Miss Ben is right?" Feng Qian Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Haha, what if you know who we are?" the leader burst out laughing.

"Not how. The wind poured into the bright apricot eyes blinked slightly, "It's just that you can go to the emperor to comment on the theory!"

"Hahahaha! Little girl, you are delusional! There is no proof of death, and there is no evidence for empty words!" As he spoke, the leader looked up at the sky, "It's the end of the hour, hahahahaha!"

Feng Qian smiled contemptuously, and his tone was gloomy: "Who said that death has no proof? And who told you that dead people can't speak? What's more, it's still a person who is not dead?"

As soon as the leader was about to say something, Feng Qiyan's wrist flicked, and four silver needles shot over. The leader felt a cold light flash, and there was no time to dodge, and the silver needle had already submerged in his body.

"What did you do?!" the leader was shocked.

Feng Qiyan ignored it, and injected four silver needles into each of the other two leaders.

clapped his little hands, turned his head to look at the old man Feng, Feng Heng and the secret guards who had been waiting outside the courtyard gate for a long time, and smiled: "Grandpa, it's up to you next!"

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