He is a high-ranking god of war.

And Zhang Zhongyuan's seven-rank God of War strength is still one point weaker than him.

In addition, the Fengjia is deeply rooted in the three provinces of the Central Plains, and there is a wind word gate valve behind it.

For the commander Zhang Zhongyuan, Feng Zhenghao did not have any respect.

This kind of martial artist can already be rated as dangerous.

And then hunt it down!

Zhang Zhongyuan chuckled: "Of course, with the power of the wind word gate valve, even if I ask Lu Daochen to come forward, I am not surprised, Ying Tiansi Shaoqing Feng Xiaolin has already said that I will let me go!" ”

"Then why didn't you let them go?"

Feng Zhenghao's old eyes flashed with anger.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhong's crude oil and salt did not enter, and Ying Tiansi's Shaoqing Feng Xiaolin was the big man of their wind word gate valve.

Even he spoke, but Zhang Zhongyuan still didn't let him go!

Zhang Zhongyuan said indifferently: "Feng Shuangren, as a martial artist of the family, colluding with the deputy commander of my Central Plains Group is a capital crime!" ”

"Not to mention that he attacked the Bianjing Group, you can punish the three clans of the Feng family according to the law!"

Zhang Zhongyuan's tiger eyes appeared murderous.

The warriors attacked the Bianjing Group station, if it was really a big trouble.

The Zhenfu Division intervened, even if it couldn't move the wind gate valve in Kyoto, it was more than enough to move a provincial city wind family!

The Kyoto garrison was dispatched, and ordinary people could not stop it.

Feng Zhenghao smiled angrily: "Okay, what a commander Zhang, let's see who has a hard foundation today." ”

After speaking.

Feng Zhenghao is not fighting with Zhang Zhongyuan to the end.

It's because of Fengshuangren, that's the son of this old thing.

His own son was detained by Zhang Zhongyuan in the Bianjing group, and he even made it clear that it was a capital crime.

If you don't save people now and give Zhang Zhongyuan time to make a move, I'm afraid that Feng Shuangren will be secretly executed directly.

It was the old man's own son.

If he doesn't save it, who else does he expect to save!

Zhang Zhongyuan will not budge.

Feng Zhenghao will not retreat, and if he takes a step back, his son will have to die.

This old thing is not clear, but the body of his son Fengshuangren is cold.

Feng Zhenghao took out his mobile phone and dialed a phone number.

There was a short blind tone, and no one answered.

But the atmosphere is a little depressing.

Zhang Zhongyuan's eyes were cold, and a trace of disdain flashed.

Even if Feng Zhenghao is in the wind today, it is useless to invite a fairy.

Because he had no idea who was playing today's game.

A person who plays chess, he can't afford to provoke the wind word door valve.

The next moment.

Once the call is connected.

An old voice exuded a majestic aura: "Is it Xiaohao?" ”

"Uncle, you have to save Shuangren!" Feng Zhenghao opened his mouth to beg for help.

The old man said in a steady voice: "Don't worry, I've heard about this matter, a small commander can't turn up any wind and waves, I have already asked Xiaolin to go there in person, Shuangren will be fine!" ”

"Over the years, you have taken care of all kinds of business for your family, you have worked hard and merit, the clan will not treat you badly, in a few years, you will send the children of Shuangke and Shuangren to Kyoto!"

"The conditions here are better than those on your side......"

The old thing on the other end of the phone can be described as a set of talks.

This is buying people's hearts!

Feng Zhenghao said gratefully: "Uncle can remember our lineage, I am satisfied, but I am at the gate of the Bianjing Group, and I don't see Xiaolin!" ”

"What?"

The old thing was a little surprised, and said in a condensed voice: "Calculate the time, Xiaolin has already arrived at the Bianjing Group, you really didn't see him?" ”

"No, I'm at the gate of the Bianjing Group, and I haven't entered it yet."

Feng Zhenghao had a bad feeling in his heart.

The old man on the other end of the phone asked, "Who are the people in the Bianjing group?" ”

"Just Zhang Zhongyuan alone!" Feng Zhenghao finished speaking.

The old guy on the other end roared: "Impossible, Xiaolin is missing, the phone is unanswered, the satellite locks the location of his communication watch, it is in the Bianjing group!" ”

"What?"

Feng Zhenghao's face was shocked.

Who is Howling Forest?

That is Ying Tiansi Shaoqing, a dignified seven-rank marquis-level martial artist.

For Feng Zhenghao, he is a big man in Kyoto.

But now, Feng Xiaolin is in the Bianjing group, knowing that he is coming, how can he not react at all.

And with Zhang Zhongyuan's strength, he can't imprison Feng Xiaolin at all.

Unless......

The old thing on the other end of the phone shouted angrily: "Xiaohao, go quickly, this game of chess in Bianjing, it's not Zhang Zhongyuan who is playing, there are other people!" ”

Feng Zhenghao's whole person was creepy.

He was really scared.

Realize that this is a game set up by someone.

What's even more terrifying is that Zhang Zhongyuan, the dignified commander, turned out to be a pawn!

Basically, it can be determined that today's game is aimed at his wind word gate valve.

Who is the person behind the chess?

Feng Zhenghao felt a chill in his spine, rushing to the back of his head.

But the old man Zhang walked out lazily: "Since you're here, don't be in a hurry to leave." ”

"Who are you?"

Feng Zhenghao's eyes stared at Old Man Zhang, and he inexplicably felt a sense of horror and crisis.

Old man Zhang smiled innocently: "I, I am the one who broke the land in the countryside." ”

"He, the deputy commander of the Lingnan Army, Zhang Yunfei and Zhang Dadu, when he became famous, you were still afraid of him for three points!"

Shan Xin stepped out and said in a condensed voice.

Old man Zhang can look down on himself, but the people around Ning Bei are full of respect for him.

Feng Zhenghao didn't come back to his senses a little: "Lingnan Metropolitan Governor Zhang Yunfei? Who are you! ”

"Beiliang Army, Shan Xin!"

Shan Xin released the coercion and swept away.

Today they were waiting for the fish to take the bait in the Bianjing group, and they didn't intend to let go of these family warriors.

But before the phone hung up, the angry voice of the old thing came: "Zhang Yunfei, the governor of Lingnan, the king of Jipin, the single letter of the Northern Liang Army, ten years of dark piles, hidden in the southern country, has been sealed as a marquis!" ”

"Xiaohao, run away, this game of chess in Bianjing, it's King Ningbei playing, go quickly!"

"Shuangren and Xiaolin are afraid that they are already dead, you run away!"

……

The old voice on the phone contained a look of anger.

He never thought that the affairs of Bianjing were controlled by King Ningbei behind the scenes.

Wind Howling Forest and Wind Frost Ren fell into his hands, and they couldn't escape death!

The bureau set up by the king of Ningbei, whoever goes to the Bianjing group today will die.

Feng Zhenghao's mobile phone slipped quietly from his hand, stared at Zhang Zhongyuan with bare eyes, and said hoarsely: "Is it the king of the north who controls everything?" ”

"What do you think?"

Zhang Zhongyuan's eyes were cold.

Feng Zhenghao asked: "What about my son Shuangren and Xiaolin?" ”

"As for the crime, he has been killed on the spot!"

Zhang Zhongyuan replied very coldly.

The warriors of the family do not know awe, and if they dare to meddle in the affairs of the Bianjing Group, they are looking for death.

Feng Zhenghao was grief-stricken, with red eyes: "I want to avenge my son, you all have to die today, what Bianjing Group and Central Plains Group, in the eyes of our gate valve, are bullshit!" ”

The words full of resentment had just been spoken.

A white-clothed shadow was extremely fast, leaving behind afterimages.

When everyone came back to their senses, they saw Ning Bei standing with his hands in his hands, standing in front of Feng Zhenghao, with an elegant and calm temperament, and smiled lightly: "Is it?" ”