Feng Zidu suddenly laughed, staring at everyone, how did he turn around and find that Jing Ling was missing. He couldn't help but be a little surprised, and wondered, "When did this little witch go and where did she go?" The surrounding grass was dense and the mountain wind was strong, and he didn't even notice when Jing Ling had left. Feng Zidu shook his head secretly, pointed to Ge Tiangeng and the others behind the Yuqing Daoist, and asked, "Hearing the Taoist chief say this, a few of them should also worship under the official family, but I don't know what official position they have already taken?"

The Yuqing Daoist secretly rejoiced when he heard this. The so-called "under the heavens, it is not the king's land, and on the shore of the land, it is not the king's ministers", but Fengzi is not a saint, and he is also tempted by the entry of Najia official into the court, and then thinks that if he can persuade this young man with a strange treasure to join the imperial court, why not make an immortal feat? Maybe he will be canonized as a national teacher one day, and he will be glorified in the court, and it will be as easy as returning to his hands.

Thinking of this, Yuqing Daoist smiled and said: "Brother Feng can make a decision immediately, abandon the darkness and turn to the light, which is said to be a phoenix and a sycamore, and a gentleman does not stand under the dangerous wall." Afraid of Brother Feng laughing, Poor Dao and the brothers behind him also came to choose a tree to live in, and they have already worshiped under the official's house. At present, everyone lives in front of the palace hall with swords and guards, and is very relied on by the chief of Chaha. After that, there was a faint look of smugness on his face. The so-called complacent, high-minded, at present, all are not enough.

Fengzi already understood at this moment, thinking that the guards of the Great Inner saw that Mingli couldn't help himself, so they came to promise the official and promised to seal it, and the flowers in front of the palace were just for the sake of the unwarranted matter about the treasures of the previous dynasty. Fengzi has experienced all the difficulties, don't you know it? He couldn't help but sneer, shook his head and said: "I am not a phoenix or a tiger, a grasshopper in the grass, and I am even more ashamed to be with you eagle dogs, and I don't know what kind of sycamore to live in." Hehe, Lao Tzu only loves to stand under the dangerous wall. ”

Yuqing Daoist was stunned when he heard this, knowing that this kid in front of him was all Yin in the wild martial arts, a martial arts is really strange, very rare in the world, and in the past few years, it has been even more than that, if you really want to see the real chapter under your hands, I am afraid it will be quite difficult, and you can't hesitate for a while. At this time, an old man with a clear squill came out of the crowd, looked up to the sky and shouted: "Feng Zidu, we have laid a net here, forgive you for being difficult to fly." If you know each other, you will obediently tie your hands and arrest them. ”

Fengzi remembered the battle of Yunfeng Canyon, and a beggar helped Meihuatang to be surrounded and suppressed by officers and soldiers, and if it was almost wiped out, he couldn't help but feel angry. Feng Zidu raised his eyebrows, raised his eyes to look at the old man, and asked coldly: "What are you, give your name as soon as you die." Lest the black and white impermanence come to ask, Lao Tzu must not be able to answer. ”

The old man was furious, laughed, and cried out, "What a boy who doesn't know the height of the sky. If it weren't for the old man who happened to be bound by something, how could you have allowed you to escape from the Nanchang Mansion Prison? The surname is Feng, have you ever heard of the 'golden claw and iron hook'? That is the name created by the old man when he was crisscrossing the rivers and lakes. Fengzi shook his head and said seriously: "What kind of golden claw iron hook? I haven't heard of it, but I've heard of one of the mud claw rotten hooks." Hey, isn't that you?" the old man was furious when he heard this, and a pair of palms like chicken paws were raised sharply, and he was about to make a violent move.