The boy was shocked, and hurriedly took a few steps back to give up the great opportunity to counterattack.

Feng Zhirong snorted softly, knowing that her move of not playing cards according to the rules shocked the young man for a while, so she took the opportunity to attack!

Although Feng Zhirong is short and has not practiced martial arts for a long time, she can learn every move and inner strength taught by King Jing and her quickly! Now that she has practiced to this extent, her body is already very agile, but she is not strong, knowing that the purpose of the young man is probably to catch himself and torture him, and he does not plan to kill the killer, so he has all kinds of opportunities!

Of course, in such a situation, it is to win over King Jing and others as early as possible to solve their enemies and help themselves

Just, what about Miche?

Isn't Mi Che a close confidant of King Jing? Is it to ask for help, or to carry out a more important "mission"?

Wrong.

Feng Zhirong switched from offense to defense again, concentrating on dodging the young man's attacks in every way of anger.

Her steps are steady, and every time she lands, she is rooted and unmoving, but she can rise lightly from the ground, like a dance.

The more Feng Zhirong thought about it, the more wrong she became, she thought that King Jing said that she would take herself to "two places" tonight, and said that she wanted to see how good her martial arts were - she could have tested her internal skills for King Jing and whether she could keep up with the speed of his leadership, but she didn't expect that this trip would break into someone else's mansion in the middle of the night!

No, maybe it's not someone else's......

Feng Zhirong's expression cooled, and the heat on her body finally turned into sweat and seeped out of the pores. When she hesitated for a moment, in the blink of an eye, the young man's palm was already slapping down on her chest

I saw Feng Zhirong take a few steps back, turned over a few times and flew back to the courtyard wall, like a cat, using her hands and feet together, buckling on the wall cap of the courtyard wall, the young man thought she was going to run, so she jumped forward to chase after her, but she saw Feng Zhirong staring at him without moving.

Those apricot eyes are terrifying!

The young man's heart sank, and the speed of his hands was half a beat slower, but he thought about his duty, and he still mustered up his spirit to rush forward

"Stop."

A hoarse voice stopped the young man's movements, and the young man's body, which had already soared into the air, trembled, and then fell to the ground with a very beautiful daughter, and then knelt down on one knee to the source of the voice, and said, "Master! ”

Feng Zhirong was still looking at Fang Cai's "battlefield" from top to bottom with a wary face.

It was a very wide garden, but there was no elegant landscaping, more like a place for people to perform martial arts than an ordinary garden—observing this, Feng Zhirong's heart understood a little, and it wasn't until King Jing, Yuzhu, Fang Chun, and the other three who had almost disappeared in front of her sight came over, and Mi Che also quietly reappeared, that she roughly understood the situation in front of her.

She looked into King Jing's eyes, without the slightest anger of being deceived, on the contrary, it was a rare and cheerful mood.

If she had the strength to think about it at this time, she would have been amazed at how quickly her state of mind had changed. And when she looked at the teenager who was fighting against her again, she felt a little more calculating in her heart, and her mood changed again.

Scoundrel!

She couldn't help but curse in her heart - the boy obviously didn't know that what happened tonight was a routine!

Is there such a yin person?

She couldn't help but glare at King Jing, who was smiling. She snorted, choosing to turn her head away and ignore it.

At this moment, an old man quietly appeared from the night. When the old man's breath emerged, Feng Zhirong couldn't help but look towards him, and what was greeted was a pair of goshawk-like eyes and the shock she felt from her heart.

This breath ......

Feng Zhirong's senses were already very keen, and she went to the next level after practicing martial arts

The old man's breath was clearly blended with the surrounding scenery, and she had always thought that the breath like dead wood and frost and snow was originally possessed in this garden!

Feng Zhirong adjusted her breath and threw a knife at King Jing.

Come to think of it, this old man is the "old master of Jingwangfu" that they often mention!

Fang Chun once told her that the origin of the old master was very mysterious, and everyone knew all the experiences before the old master took the initiative to step into the palace of the king of Qi, but the old master won the trust of the emperor, the empress, the king of Qi and the king of Jing! Even later, when he didn't want to stay in King Qi's mansion and turned to live in King Jing's mansion, King Jing personally welcomed him into the mansion with all kinds of respect, and even accepted most of the guards brought by his master.

The masters and guards who were originally raised in King Jing's mansion were either unconvinced, or some questioned the loyalty of their master, but after years of testing, they finally accepted the training of their master wholeheartedly and convincingly.

I heard that the old father was born with a pair of lying silkworm eyebrows, a pair of red phoenix eyes, dark eyes like a deep pool, people can't touch the depths, that eagle-like sharp eyes can always see the bottom of people's hearts......

I saw that the old man was wearing a thin gray robe fluttering, and his steps were steady and slowly walking towards Feng Zhirong. Feng Zhirong still clasped her four claws on the wall hat and met her master's gaze straight and unabashedly.

It was silent, only spiritual, and the shadow of the sword in the air.

Long.

Long.

Long......

Suddenly! ──

The figure of the old master disappeared from Feng Zhirong's eyes, and when he reappeared, one paw was already buckled on Feng Zhirong's face.

Feng Zhirong did not move.

Because, there is no need to move.

It's been a long, long time.

Not to mention that the young man who landed on his knees, or the other people present, couldn't help but shed a cold sweat, only Feng Zhirong still looked at the old master fearlessly through the gap between his fingertips with those beautiful apricot eyes.

Feng Zhirong's four paws were buckled to the wall cap, and the old master only relied on the knee and toe of one foot to buckle the courtyard wall, as if his still body was in the air at the moment.

Feng Zhirong only felt as if something was pouring out like a source in her heart, but it was difficult to describe it with pen and ink, and then, she finally said lightly: "Old man, you are not afraid of other people's daughters-in-law like this?" ”

Feng Zhirong said this lightly, but everyone present had practiced martial arts and had good ears, so they naturally heard it clearly. Not to mention King Jing's smile is getting stronger! The rest of the people were all looking at them with panic and even fear, especially Mi Che on the side, who was sweating on his forehead, for fear that Feng Zhirong would die on the spot in the next step!

After another moment, the old man put away his claws and fell down flutteringly.

"Come down!"

Feng Zhi jumped off the courtyard wall like a cat, patted her hands and clothes calmly, and then walked to King Jing's side and pouted: "You are so good, you actually yin me?" ”