After speaking, Tang Kunzhong waved his hand and said, "Set off as soon as possible, in order to allow you to successfully complete the wedding, this has been delayed for more than half a month, and if it is too late, I am afraid that my grandson will be more auspicious." ”

Ye Feng turned around and left the multimedia room, he had just walked on his front foot, and three more people walked in this direction.

A middle-aged man in his early forties with a long sword on his back.

A man in his fifties, with a breath of steel all over his body.

There was also an old man dressed in a black robe who seemed to be a master of Western magic, who was about the same age as Tang Kunzhong.

When the three of them came in, they didn't say a word, just stood quietly aside.

If Ye Feng was still here now, he would definitely be stunned by shock.

The identities of these three people are too special, under normal circumstances, it is almost impossible for them to get together, unless it is Hongmeng who is about to have a big event, they can gather together.

The middle-aged man with the long sword on his back is called Li Moran, known as the Hongmeng Sword King, and he also has another identity, the tenth generation of the God of War of the Hongmeng War Department.

And that steel man's name is Tang Zhan, known as the King of War of Hongmeng, and he is also the ninth generation of the God of War of Hongmeng, that is, the chief of the War Department of their generation in Rayong.

And Tang Zhan also has another identity, Tang Kunzhong's son, Nightingale and Tang Yan's father.

As for the last black-robed old man, he is the eighth generation of Hongmeng God of War, who was called Hongmeng Hades when he was young, and is now called Hades Lao.

The elder is the oldest generation of war gods in Hongmeng's existing war department, and in the eighth generation of the war department, there are two war gods, one is the old man, and the other is Tang Kunzhong.

Today, Tang Kunzhong is the lord of Hongmeng, and the old man is the second person of Hongmeng.

At this time, these people stood together, and they formed the top high-level of Hongmeng at present.

There was silence in the multimedia room for a while, and finally Tang Zhan was the first to speak: "Father, what is Ye Feng's specific realm now?" ”

"Martial Saint." Tang Kunzhong replied, "He showed his true qi in red. ”

The three of Tang Zhan next to him all looked at each other with a look of surprise, and the Sword King Li Moran said: "Before the Bad Luck Sea Mission, he didn't even arrive at the Twelfth Order Grandmaster, and in such a short period of time, he was able to break through to the Martial Saint Cultivation, it seems that our research direction is correct." ”

"Yes, exactly."

Tang Kunzhong nodded, his tone was filled with excitement, and said, "And I can be sure that Ye Xiaozi has something to hide from me, his true strength is afraid that there is more than one realm martial saint." ”

Several people next to him gasped and said: "How is this possible, is it possible to reach the second realm, if this is the case, then this is too unbelievable, the sea of bad luck is indeed a huge treasure." ”

Tang Kunzhong said with a smile: "Don't be too anxious, after Lingzhou, everything will have a definite conclusion." ”

Saying that, Tang Kunzhong looked at Tang Zhan and Li Moran and said, "You two, follow the past and act at the opportunity!" ”

"Yes!"

.....

On the tarmac outside the building, Nightingale had been waiting in front of the helicopter for a long time.

Ye Feng hugged the stainless steel box and walked towards the nightingale: "You already knew that your grandfather would send you to Lingzhou with me?" ”

The nightingale took the stainless steel box from Ye Feng's hand, looking a little struggling: "It's quite heavy, this is the congratulatory gift that my grandfather asked you to send to that Shangguan God?" ”

"Yes." Ye Feng nodded: "I don't know what is in here, can you open it?" ”

Nightingale carefully observed the stainless steel box, shook his head and said: "This is specially built by the descendants of Luban, and it is impossible to open it without a special method or key." ”

"Your grandfather said that Shangguan God was able to open this box, why do you say this?"

"How do I know?" The nightingale pursed her lips at Ye Feng and said, "Ye Feng, do you suspect that my grandfather wants to trap you?" ”

"It's a feeling." Ye Feng said without the slightest shy away: "I always feel that something is not right, but what is wrong, I can't say for a while." ”

"Hehe, if my grandfather will trap you, then why don't you put me in it?"

As he spoke, the nightingale hugged the box and turned around and stepped onto the helicopter: "Now we leave for the airport, the ticket has been booked, and we will arrive in Lingzhou in the evening, and someone from the Wumeng will come to pick us up at that time." ”

Ye Feng didn't think much about it, and followed the nightingale onto this helicopter.

"Zhang Wei and Ape, what task did you arrange this time?" Sitting on the helicopter, Ye Feng asked for the first time.

Nightingale replied: "They are going to Jiangzhou and Jingcheng, now that all the captains in the Hongmeng War Department have been arranged out, next, Hongmeng will make a big move." ”

"Jiangzhou and Jingcheng, those are the two very important altars of the Wumeng."

Ye Feng's mind came up with the picture of the sand table projection in the multimedia room: "Are they going over and destroying the altar of the Wumeng?" ”

Nightingale replied, "The organization just asked them to go over and sit in the town first, and as for what needs to be done next, the specific order has not yet been given." ”

"But what is certain is that Hongmeng will never allow the Wumeng to sit on an equal footing with it, and one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers, which is an eternal truth."

The helicopter took off and flew away from the island, and in the afternoon, the two got on a plane to Lingzhou, and in the evening, they arrived in Lingzhou.

At the gate of the airport, Shangguan Bai, the young master of the Martial Alliance, had already led people to wait there.

"Welcome to my Lingzhou!"

Shangguan Bai had a harmless expression on his face, not how enthusiastic he was, nor how cold he was.

"Let me introduce myself, I am Shangguan Bai, and I am specially here to greet the two of you on the order of my father."

Immediately, Shangguan Bai focused his attention on the nightingale: "If my guess is correct, this is the little princess Tang Ying's sister of Hongmeng, and she is really as beautiful as the rumors." ”

Tang Ying is the real name of the nightingale.

Nightingale didn't like Shangguan Bai's praise, although this person was handsome and handsome, but his first impression of Nightingale was not good at all, and he always felt that this person was full of evil energy.

"Hello Shangguan Bai, my brother, he's still alive, right?"