Ling Feng casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said secretly: "How many shadows has Cihang Jingzhai planted?"

"If they really rely on the particularity of their spiritual skills to keep it under control, then the consequences will be really unimaginable!"

"This should be the son of the world, right?"

When Ling Feng was thinking, a pleasant voice came from beside him, he turned his head to look, and his eyes were white, the black tights perfectly outlined the figure, the waterfall-like long hair was draped casually over his shoulders, the cherry mouth on his pretty face, and a pair of charming eyes, full of affection.

Ling Feng closed his eyes and was silent for a moment: "Presumably, the girl should be the 'Yin Sect' Holy Maiden Wanwan, right?"

"Shizi is really good eyesight!".

Wanwan looked shy, Ling Feng couldn't help frowning: "Then I want to ask the Holy Maiden, where are the two little girls you are hijacking?"

"Don't be anxious, when these people are dispatched, the slave family will talk to the prince well!"

Ling Feng nodded, and after a while, all the people who came to attack were killed.

"Shizi, please be seated!"

Ling Feng took the fragrant tea from the maid and sat down calmly: "Can you tell me now?"

"Shizi is really in a hurry!".

With a smile on her eyebrows, her playful tongue licked her rosy lips: "Could it be that Chengshizi is worried about Miss Jiang?"

"We don't have to beat around the bush, you should know who I'm worried about?".

Ling Feng's face was calm: "Although I don't know why you want to hold those two little girls hostage, but please hand them over now!"

"Oh, the slave family is so scared!".

Wanwan gently patted her full chest: "Shizi, is this scaring people?".

Ling Feng smiled but did not speak, his momentum suddenly became sharp, and he said domineeringly: "You think you are scareting, that's scare!"

"The slave family is very timid!"

Wanwan gently smoothed the soft hair: "Does the prince know the true identity of that little girl?"

"Real identity?".

Ling Feng suddenly said: "Does she still have any real identity?"

"Oh, I remembered!".

Ling Feng patted his head: "She has always been a thorn in the side of Kongquan Villa, a thorn in the flesh!"

"Childe should know that I'm not talking about this!".

Wanwan said with a straight face: "Didn't Elder Yang beside Gongzi tell you some of the past?"

Ling Feng shook his head and said calmly: "The Holy Maiden has something to say, don't beat around the bush!"

Wanwan carefully observed the changes in Ling Feng's expression, but she didn't find anything at all from beginning to end, and after thinking about it for a moment, she told Ling Feng what she had guessed about the old past.

"In this way, Shangguan Jing was the one who was ordered to hunt down and kill Senior Brother Yang back then!"

Ling Feng saw him nod: "What about Lu Zhengfeng?"

"Dead!".

Ling Feng's heart didn't fluctuate, this answer was similar to what he guessed.

Xuantian Gate is also the first sect in the Southern Wilderness, if Lu Zhengfeng hadn't died, he would have returned a long time ago.

But in this way, I'm afraid that Elder Yang will not be able to explain it to him.

Huang Quan and Elder Yang both had meat on the palms and backs of their hands, so what should they do with them when the time comes?

"What is the prince thinking?".

Ling Feng shook his head and asked slowly, "Where is Shangguan Jing now?" I wonder if I can meet him?"

"Shizi is really good at joking!".

Wanwan glanced at Ling Feng: "Do you think I'll let you see Shangguan Jing!"

"Yes!".

Ling Feng said affirmatively: "I'm afraid I won't be able to help you then!"

Wanwan smiled lightly: "It seems that the ancestor is very attached to you!"

"You can understand it that way, too!".

Ling Feng nodded: "Now, isn't it time to let them out!"

"The slave family wants to too!".

Wanwan covered her mouth and chuckled: "However, the ancestor has been sent to the sect!"

"I don't know, Childe has the guts to go there!".

Ling Feng raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you dare!".

After speaking, Ling Feng looked at Wanwan: "I still have something to ask, what happened to the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau?"

"Childe didn't say it, the slave family almost forgot!"

Wanwan said calmly: "I'm afraid that your friend is * annoying!".

"How to say!".

Ling Feng's face was cold: "I don't like to listen to nonsense!"

Wanwan didn't seem to feel Ling Feng's murderous intention: "He was targeted by the sect master of Cihang Jingzhai!"

"It's Cihang Jingzhai again!".

Wanwan nodded: "So, we all have common enemies, and the slave family has a good suggestion!"

Ling Feng naturally understood what she wanted to say, but instead asked rhetorically, "Do you know why those people attacked your faction just now?"

"Would the slave family like to hear about it?".

"It's Cihang's hands and feet!".

Wanwan looked at Ling Feng with a smile: "Is there such a coincidence?"

"You should understand the particularity of Cihang's Jingzhai spiritual technique, right?"

Suddenly, no wonder she went out just now and saw the blood stains on the corner of Ling Feng's mouth, she was still wondering, how could Ling Feng get hurt on those people's hands?

"Since the prince said so, it seems that Cihang is fasting... ”。

Speaking of this, her pretty face became extremely ugly.

"I'm afraid the ancestor is in trouble!".

。。。。。。

On the official road leading to the residence of the 'Yin Sect' sect, two fast horses galloped.

Suddenly, Ling Feng's hair stood on end, his toes tapped the horse's back, and his body jumped high: "Be careful!"

At the same time, the sword slashed into the air.

"This must be the son of the world!".

The smoke and dust in the sky dispersed with the wind, Ling Feng looked at the three people in front of him, the person who spoke in the middle had a phoenix crown on his head, dressed in a white plain group, bright eyes and teeth, skin like snow, a dazzling cinnabar mark on his smooth forehead, and a tall figure.

On the left is an old man with a weakened figure and a gloomy complexion, and at this time, the black aura on his body is churning, like a fierce beast watching its prey, ready to strike a fatal blow at any time.

On the right is a plump middle-aged beautiful woman with a face as clean as jade, dressed in a bright red dress, with a round face and a pair of eyes.

"Be careful, she is Dongfang Yanran!".

Ling Feng nodded, looking at the other three with a calm face, Dongfang Yanran's cultivation was indeed suppressed at the peak of the spirit general.

It's just that the other two, Ling Feng can't sense the slightest fluctuation in spiritual power.

Ling Feng didn't think that Dongfang Yanran would bring two people who had no cultivation to stop him and Wanwan.

The only explanation is that their cultivation is too much higher than their own.

"At least it's a level master with Zhou Tian!".

Ling Feng thought about it in his heart, "You choose one, and I'll do the rest!"