Feng, who was walking beside Feng Jin, saw that the former suddenly stopped his figure, and couldn't help but wonder: "What's wrong, Ah Jin, is there anything wrong?"

When the group heard this, they also stopped one after another and observed the surrounding scene, but they didn't find anything wrong.

The sound of gold and iron resonating in Feng Jin's ears at this time was even louder, faintly mixed with bursts of shouting and killing, and then he said firmly: "That's right, someone is fighting! A bold thief, even when the enemy invaded, dared to raise a sword in the city, it was simply a dragon's heart!"

As soon as the words came out, everyone's faces became solemn, and Narcissus walked to Feng Jin's side and said in a deep voice: "Childe, can you listen carefully? Changshui City is the capital of the realm, who dares to raise a sword in the city?!"

Feng directly pulled out the four-foot long sword behind his back at this time, and a burst of evil aura appeared on his slightly immature face, and he said coldly: "Ah Jin will not hear it wrong, his senses have been very sharp since he was a child, and he can't treat it with strength." Ah Jin, you lead the way, let's go and meet this group of guys who have eaten immortal gall!"

Feng Jin nodded when he heard this, confirmed the direction of the sound source again, and then ran ahead.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Feng Jin suddenly felt a strong force coming from behind him, and the whole person instantly flew in the air, and then his chest was suddenly pressed against a solid back.

"You guy, you forgot how we ran away when you went out!" Hearing the voice from below, Feng Jin was slightly embarrassed, but fortunately, there was still a veil in the ......

"Go ahead, go to the intersection with the red flag first, and I'll ......listen to it when I get there," Feng Jin covered his face helplessly and whispered.

"Okay!" Feng replied, then waved his hand behind him, motioning for everyone to follow him, and then ran forward like an arrow from a string.

Mengtian's face collapsed, and he hesitated a little: "Didn't the old man let us hide our figures, let's ...... Hey, the girls are waiting for me!" Before he could finish his words, he chased after the Oiran in front of him.

After a while, everyone heard the sound of fighting in the distance, Feng Mou's eyes froze, and he swept towards the source of the sound, and after a few moves, he came to a high-walled compound.

At this time, Feng Jin turned over from Feng Mou, and looked up at the plaque on the vermilion gate with everyone, his eyes were full of shock, what the hell?

The sound of gold and iron in his ears was close at hand, and Feng Jin couldn't help but feel very ridiculous when he listened to the shouting and killing sound inside, but for some reason he felt that the sound inside was somewhat familiar.

"Judging from the momentum of the fight inside and the fluctuations of heaven and earth, there should be no land immortals above Na Chunyuan, go, there will be thieves who have eaten the courage of immortals!" Feng Mou shouted in a low voice, and then jumped into the courtyard.

All the Oirans also set off in unison, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and for a moment it seemed that the heavens and the earth were bright.

But at this time, Feng Jin couldn't be happy, and his big sparkling eyes were full of grievances.

"Childe ......" Narcissus slowly walked to his side, lightly opened his pink lips, and stopped talking.

At this time, a loud shout came from the courtyard: "Ah, what a thief! An dare to openly deny when the enemy invades...... Where's Jin?

Feng's loud shouting stopped abruptly, only to see him look left and right at the people behind him, and suddenly found that there was no Feng Jin's figure, and then slapped his forehead suddenly, looking extremely embarrassed, and hurriedly jumped up outside the wall.

Just when Feng jumped into the air, he finally found Feng Jin in a simple cloth robe, whose face was red as if he could drip blood, and his face was sad and indignant...... Lying in the arms of a narcissus in a golden white dress......

When Feng saw this scene, he seemed to be stupid, and his body jerked out of nowhere, and then fell straight under the wall.

Feeling the strange gazes around him, Feng Jin's face was as hot as a fire, as if he had forgotten where he was, forgotten what year it was, and his mind was full of chaos, just trying to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Narcissus looked at the young man who kept drilling into her body in her arms, and a cloud of fire gradually rose on her pink carved face, and the strangeness on her chest made her whole body stiff.

The people who were fighting in the courtyard stopped fighting when the wind was drinking, looking at this sudden group of people, and this dramatic scene, everyone was full of confusion.

At this time, a young man in gold slowly walked towards them, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, and applauded as he walked, smiling at everyone with a playful smile:

"This wise and brilliant brother, we are really destined, but ...... What kind of play are you playing? Do you come over to show your affection to Zaixia, hahahaha——!"

Hearing this, everyone stared at the golden-clothed young man with unkind faces, this person walked leisurely, without the slightest nervousness, and was likely to be the culprit of today's fighting.

As soon as the words fell, the countless black-clothed people in the courtyard with swords and swords breathed a sigh of relief, this group of people knew each other, and this was easy to do.

And a group of people on the other side were also relieved when they saw this, without it, just because of the sudden arrival of the three teenagers, they also knew and received the life-saving grace of their group.

A middle-aged man in this group of people, who looked dignified and quite powerful, was overflowing with joy, and muttered: "It's saved, these little brothers are really our nobles......"

But a woman dressed in gold silk white and veiled beside her had a somewhat complicated look in her eyes at this time, and for some reason a trace of loneliness suddenly crossed her face, with a touch of inexplicable emotion in her grievances.

Feng Mou on the side stood up from the ground at this time, patted the dirt on his body expressionlessly, straightened the collar of his shirt, and then simply drew out the four-foot long sword and walked slowly towards the golden-clothed young man.

I saw the qi and blood on his body rolling, and there was a faint sound of a dragon chanting and tiger roaring, and countless qi machines were surging towards him wildly, with a huge momentum.

The gold-clothed young man felt the murderous aura on his body, and he no longer had the cynical expression he had before, and he said to the wind with some surprise:

"Brother Tai, although my words are a little frivolous, but there is no malice, you should have seen my father Taisheng, who is fighting immortals outside the city at this time!

Brother Tai, who is also a descendant of the Sage Clan, how can we really fight each other with swords? Brother Tai! This is the rule between the juniors, how dare you break it at will? You ...... it?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Feng's figure flash, swinging his sword like a broken bamboo and slashing at the golden-clothed young man, with murderous intent in his eyes, and he shouted in a low voice: "Lao Tzu doesn't care what bullshit rules you have, whether your father is a Taisheng or not, insult my brother, you deserve to die!"

As soon as these words fell, Feng's sword arrived in front of the golden-clothed young man, but the latter was indeed an extraordinary person, and a touch of pure vitality instantly gushed out from his feet, and his figure suddenly moved a few feet to the side, and then his body retreated, and he pulled out the long sword at his waist and stared at Feng Mou.

I saw that on the hard stone slab where his figure was just now, a shallow pit of a foot in size suddenly exploded, and the young man in gold saw this scene, his face turned green, and he immediately shouted and scolded: "Crazy! You are simply a reckless man! Who is your father? How can the Feng clan have such a brainless descendant?"

The sword in Feng's hand turned, pulled out several sword flowers, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the golden-clothed young man, and was about to speak, when a voice full of banter came from behind him.

"He, called Feng, is Zhenlong's younger brother and the second son of King Ming of Great Xia, what do you want to say about his father?" Feng Jin walked over slowly, and the necklace on his chest emitted a burst of cool air, making him no longer embarrassed as before, but like the golden-clothed young man just now, his face was full of banter.

Feng Jin's voice was not loud or small, but it was enough for everyone in the courtyard to hear. For a while, the pins in the courtyard could be heard, there was no sound, and the eyes of countless people were on Feng Mou, who was dressed in plain cloth and holding a four-foot long sword.