Chapter 200

As soon as the words fell, I saw a thick fog float up, and a figure slowly appeared.

This person was in a slender figure, more than half a hundred years old, and his body exuded a strong stench, as if he had just crawled out of the ground.

Feng Gong was obviously surprised by this scene, he leaned back on the rattan chair and asked casually, "Next time, can't you walk in openly?"

The old man said in a strange way: "What about the pure yang body I want?"

Feng Gong snorted coldly: "My Feng family is now subordinate to Qin City, if you want it, go find him." ”

The old man sneered, "Are you using a little doll to press me?"

"Sir, what my father said is true. Feng Chen hurriedly bowed down and said, "That Qin Cheng is extremely domineering, and has forced the Feng family to submit to his subordinates, and has personally issued an order not to have a relationship with the Xuanming Mansion. ”

A haze flashed on the old man's face, he looked at Feng Gong coldly, and said, "You didn't lie to me?"

"Lie to you, can't you see the current situation of my Feng family?" Feng Gong said faintly angrily.

Indeed, compared to the peak, the Feng family's children have been reduced by more than half.

"Good. The old man nodded slightly, then turned into a thick fog and disappeared in front of the two of them.

After he left, Feng Chen hurriedly asked, "Dad, who is this person?"

Feng Gong said in a cold voice: "The master of the Xuanming Mansion, Black Zen." ”

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On the way to Binzhou, Qin Cheng's brows suddenly furrowed, and then a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

"This Feng family is not honest. Qin Cheng frowned.

"What's wrong?" asked Su Wan.

Qin Cheng shook his head and said with a smile: "It's okay, maybe I'm a little tired from driving." ”

"I'll do it. Su Wan said.

"No, it'll be there soon. Qin Cheng shook his head and said.

"No, pull over quickly, I'll drive, this is an order!" Su Wan widened her beautiful eyes and said slightly domineeringly.

Qin Cheng smiled bitterly, so he had to pull over, and the two of them changed positions.

After a few hours, the car finally returned to Longhai Mountain.

Standing at the foot of Long Haishan, Qin Cheng couldn't help but secretly think: I have been walking for more than half a month, and I think that the Spirit Gathering Array has already condensed a lot of spiritual energy.

Immediately, he and Su Wan rode a bicycle and walked to the top of the mountain.

At this time, in the Longhai Mountain Villa, there were four people waiting for Qin Cheng.

Two of them were the two old men in long robes who followed behind Su Yu last time.

These two people have settled in Binzhou Province all year round, and they hardly show up on weekdays except for the Su family's actions in Binzhou.

"Two adults, this person is Qin Cheng's follower. The two pointed to Scarface, who was limp on the ground.

Yin and Yang glanced at Scarface, nodded and said, "With such a big wound, he is still alive, it seems that this Qin Cheng does have some ability." ”

The two old men in long robes hurriedly bowed down and said, "A rural village man is not worth the two adults, and let's see the two of us take this Qin City." ”

Yin and Yang didn't say anything, they leaned back in their chairs and closed their eyes slightly.

"Who are you, get me out of here!" At this time, the patrolling security guard suddenly spotted these four strange people whose whereabouts were unknown.

Yin and Yang slowly opened his eyes, waved his hand slightly, and said, "It's okay with you, don't meddle in things." ”

"Long Haishan has rules, except for the owner, no one is allowed to come forward! You better leave quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!" The security guard said with a vigilant look with a baton.

The two old men in long robes snorted lightly, and their bodies disappeared out of thin air, and they came behind the security guard in an instant.

Immediately, he grabbed the security guard's neck and twisted it hard, and the security guard was killed on the spot.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead. "Looking at the corpses on the ground, there was not a trace of emotion in their eyes.