It is not easy to deal with the third master.
Only relying on the city guards and Feng Feiyun would never be able to accomplish anything, so the next morning, Feng Feiyun left the City Lord's Mansion to find a powerful ally.
The tall and quaint Silver Hook Square slowly appeared in front of him.
Today's atmosphere in Silver Hook Square is a bit solemn and solemn. On both sides of the stone carved gate, there are two teams of sergeants wearing black iron armor. , his eyes are full of killing intent, like two teams of beasts.
Feng Feiyun stood outside the gate, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he could clearly feel the strength of these sixteen iron-clad sergeants, like sixteen copper walls and iron walls standing in front of him.
The sixteen killing gods stood at the door, and no one dared to take a step closer to the Silver Hook Square. .
"Sure enough, it is the Silver Hook Square. If these sixteen iron armored gods join forces, their combat power can be comparable to that of an army, which is too powerful."
Feng Feiyun felt that he had come to the right place!
None of the sixteen Iron Armored Divine Armies were weak, and the air emanating from their bodies shook all the mosquitoes flying in the air into powder.
It was the first time Feng Feiyun saw the Iron Armored Divine Army in Lingzhou City. Obviously, the sixteen Iron Armored Divine Army had only entered Lingzhou City today.
With the shock and awe of these sixteen Iron Armored Divine Army, even if there are daring people, they only dare to wait and see from a distance. Today's Silver Hook Square seems a little deserted, and there is a strangeness in the desertedness.
In the early morning, there was still a vast white fog on the street, and Feng Feiyun came slowly from the white fog.
"Haha! Young Master Feng, Silver Hook Fang is not welcoming guests today, please another day." Zheng Dongliu, the head of Silver Hook Fang, saw Feng Feiyun from a distance.
Feng Feiyun bowed his hands slightly and said with a smile, "I have a big business today, could it be that Director Zheng doesn't even do business?"
Zheng Dongliu sighed: "I naturally want to do business, but I also have a distinguished guest today. With this distinguished guest here, I can't do any business."
Feng Feiyun looked at the sixteen Iron Armored Divine Army and nodded lightly. It seemed that Silver Hook Fang really had an incredible guest today.
These sixteen iron armored soldiers are just the guards of that honored guest.
Who is this person who deserves such a solemn reception from Zheng Dongliu
"Then I'll visit again tomorrow." Although Feng Feiyun was a little disappointed, he was not too hard on others, and he was about to say goodbye.
"Master Feng, wait a minute."
Zheng Dongliu stood on the inside of the gate of Silver Hook Square, bowed slightly forward, as if listening to someone, and looked very respectful.
Feng Feiyun stopped and became curious again. Zheng Dongliu is the head of Silver Hook Square, and his position in Lingzhou City is no small matter. Even overlords like Sanye and Feng Wanpeng will only be on an equal footing with him. After all, Zheng Dongliu Behind it is the Silver Hook family, and no one dares to offend this behemoth.
To make Zheng Dongliu so respectful, the identity of this distinguished guest is not simple.
Zheng Dongliu still bowed his body, nodded, and responded, after a long time, he straightened his back again, turned his head, looked at Feng Feiyun, and said with a smile: "Master Feng, it was Zheng who made a mistake just now, Business people should always put their business first.”
It seems that what the distinguished guest said to him just now made him change his mind.
It's just that the other party is very clever, even with Feng Feiyun's current cultivation level, he can't hear what the distinguished guest said to him just now
Feng Feiyun fluttered his sleeves and said with a smile: "My business is absolutely profitable, and the profits are full. The key depends on whether Director Zheng dares to do it."
"There is no business in the world that Yingoufang dare not do." Zheng Dongliu patted his chest confidently, and said: "Master Feng, let's go to the inner hall to discuss in detail!"
Feng Feiyun walked among the sixteen iron armored gods calmly and calmly, as if he could not feel the murderous aura of the sixteen gods of death at all. He walked into the Silver Hook Square calmly, and under the guidance of Zheng Dongliu, he came to the interior. hall.
This is not the first time I have come to the inner hall of Silver Hook Square. It is very quiet here, and there is not even a servant. Only when receiving real distinguished guests, Zheng Dongliu will lead the other party here.
Feng Feiyun is such a distinguished guest.
Feng Feiyun sat on the sandalwood chair on the left, holding the emerald teacup in his hand, and glanced at the surrounding environment intentionally or unintentionally, as if there was no change from before.
There is still an ancient Danqing painting hanging on the wall. Below the ancient painting is a back door. At this time, the curtain on the door has been lowered. It seems that there is a person sitting inside, but it is impossible to see what the person looks like.
This is the real honored guest, even Zheng Dongliu has to respect him (her)!
Feng Feiyun's heart skipped a beat, this person was not simple, although he was sitting behind the curtain, he didn't have the slightest breath of life, just like a stone sculpture.
If you close your eyes, you can't feel his or her presence at all.
Just when Feng Feiyun's eyes noticed the direction of the curtain, suddenly, a huge pressure came like a mountain!
This is an invisible pressure from the other side, with overwhelming power.
"boom!"
In Feng Feiyun's body, the internal organs shook violently, and the bones made a "cluck" sound, as if they were about to be shattered.
This is just an invisible air, but it is so powerful that Feng Feiyun can't compete. Did he just look at him (her) and anger him (her) and kill him
Any strong person has a weird temper!
This old guy is so weird! The other party's cultivation base is too high, so Feng Feiyun naturally thinks that he (she) is an old man.
Feng Feiyun has practiced the "Undead Phoenix Body", and his body is several times stronger than that of an ordinary cultivator in the middle stage of Lingyin, but at this moment his blood is still boiling, and his bloodline seems to burst.
If it were ordinary people, I would have been squeezed into blood mud at this moment.
"Bang!"
The phantom of the spirit boat in Feng Feiyun's right palm began to rotate rapidly, and a more powerful pressure rushed out of the spirit boat and bounced out.
"boom!"
The pressure of the entire space disappeared without a trace, as if the rough sea suddenly became calm.
There was a whisper from behind the curtain, and the silence returned.
All the pressure disappeared, Feng Feiyun felt as if he had engaged in a peerless battle, and his vest was already soaked with cold sweat.
There are too many masters in this world.
Zheng Dongliu was sitting across from him, still with a smile on his face. It was obvious that he didn't feel any pressure just now, let alone that Feng Feiyun had already fought that mysterious guest for a round.
"Zheng has long seen that Young Master Feng is a person who does big things. I don't know how big the business is this time?" Zheng Dongliu said with a smile.
Feng Feiyun took a deep breath, calmed his mind, stopped looking at the direction of the curtain, and said with a smile, "I don't know if Yingoufang dares to do the business of killing people?"
As soon as these words came out, the smile on Zheng Dongliu's face suddenly froze, he thought about it for a moment, and said solemnly: "The business risk of murder is very high!"
"The risk is great, the reward is great!" Feng Feiyun said.
"How big is it?" Zheng Dongliu said.
"A bloody eagle compound." Feng Feiyun stared at Zheng Dongliu's eyes tightly.
"hiss!"
Zheng Dongliu took a sharp breath, a look of shock flashed across his eyes, and hurriedly said, "You want to kill the third master?"
"Not only the third master, but also the entire Eagle Claw Gang!"
Feng Feiyun suddenly stood up and said, "I have already asked the city lord for a general order. Within a month, I will lead the 5,000 city guards to level the bloody eagle compound, behead the third master, and destroy the Eagle Claw Gang."
"The five thousand city guards can destroy the Eagle Claw Gang, but they can't kill the third master." Zheng Dongliu said.
Feng Feiyun smiled and said: "Of course I can't kill the third master, but the masters of Yin Hook Fang are like clouds. It may be difficult to kill a third master in the middle stage of Xiangen, but it is not absolutely impossible. As long as Yin Hook Fang can send a master , to kill the third master, then the wealth that the Eagle Claw Gang has accumulated over the years is all from Yingoufang, and I will not take a penny. This business is absolutely profitable, does Director Zheng dare to do it? "
Feng Feiyun asked again!
The wealth collected by the Eagle Claw Gang is above 50,000 gold coins every year. In the past few decades, the wealth collected is definitely a huge number. It is strange that Zheng Dongliu is not interested.
However, in order to kill a powerhouse in the middle stage of the immortal root, a large number of masters must be mobilized. Such a big business is not something that Zheng Dongliu can do.
Looking at Zheng Dongliu's changing expression, Feng Feiyun knew that there was a show. He didn't care about the money collected by the Eagle Claw Gang, all he cared about was the quasi-spiritual weapon in the hands of the third master.
Zheng Dongliu stood up from the chair, then walked to the front of the curtain, knelt on the ground, bowed to the inside, and said, "Master, what do you think of this?"