"Oh? Come on, bring them in!"
Zhang Feng's eyes lit up suddenly, he adjusted his sitting position and sat up from the chair.
Soon, Fu Pocheng and the other two were taken into the main hall.
Zhang Feng took the portrait handed over by Haonu and carefully looked at the appearance of Fu Pocheng and others.
After a while, he finally lost his composure and laughed out loud: "Hahaha, God is helping me. I didn't expect that the fugitive whom Mrs. Xian couldn't ask for was caught by me! My Zhang family is going to be developed!
”
Fu Pocheng's eyes narrowed slightly.
Lady Xian?
He had never heard of this name, maybe... he was from the battlefield of the Holy Trace.
Why does this Mrs. Xian have a portrait of her own family?
Before Fu Pocheng could think too much, Haonu next to him was very sensible and asked curiously: "Young Master, what kind of fugitive is this? You pay so much attention to it?"
Almost everyone in the Zhang family knows the name of Lady Xian.
At that time, it was precisely because of the elixir given by Mrs. Xian that the Zhang family had an additional Martial King, which could protect the Zhang family for so many years.
Zhang Feng spat and cursed, "Shut, this is what you should ask? Confidential, do you understand the secret?"
Haonu was full of hippies and smiled. He slapped himself twice in the face, and continued to flatter him: "Look at me, this stupidity, the affairs of the young master and Mrs. Xian, how can we servants like us be too qualified to talk too much?"
Zhang Feng was very satisfied with Haonu's flattery and looked proud. He raised his chin at Fu Pocheng: "Hey, boy, tell me, what mistake did you make? He actually wanted you everywhere.
…”
Fu Pocheng suddenly felt boring.
This so-called playboy from the Zhang family is really a fool who accidentally got his portrait from somewhere.
I have no idea about their family and Mr. Han.
If he had heard of Mr. Han's record in the Tianjing Realm, he would never dare to be so arrogant.
"Lian'er, close your eyes."
Fu Pocheng turned around and reminded him.
Lian'er nodded obediently and closed her eyes.
The young lady also browed and wrapped Lian'er with a burst of energy so that she could not hear any sound.
"Um?"
Now, Zhang Feng finally realized something was wrong and scolded the rich slaves: "You idiots, can't you magic weapons seal their cultivation?"
"Ah? They...he didn't resist just now. We thought...ah, it was all villains who were negligent, and the young master atones for his sins..."
Several servants of the rich slaves looked aggrieved.
It's really unfair.
Fu Pocheng's family was well-behaved and sensible, and they followed them obediently without waiting for them to use violence, so that they never thought about sealing their cultivation.
Now that Zhang Feng reminds me, someone took the ragged magic weapon and walked towards Fu Pocheng.
boom!
Just as this man approached Fu Pocheng, a terrifying aura instantly enveloped the entire main hall, making everyone unable to move like insects frozen in amber.
"What... what kind of cultivation is yours? Not good, is it King Wu!"
Zhang Feng, the only moveable person, looked terrified.
It was not until this time that he realized that these people would definitely not be simple characters who could be wanted by a martial saint like Lady Xian.
He regrets this.
If I had known this, I would not have been greedy for merit and made a rash effort and sent people to search for Fu Pocheng and others.
The safest way is to notify Mrs. Xian of the news and ask Mrs. Xian to take action personally.
Unfortunately, it's too late to regret now.
Fu Pocheng walked towards Zhang Feng step by step and said coldly: "After that, where did you get these portraits of my family?"
Zhang Feng's eyes were rolling around, racking his brains to find some excuses.
Bang!
At this moment, one of the servants' heads exploded without warning, and blood splattered all over the floor.
“Ahhhhhh…”
Zhang Feng's screaming was even louder than the actors who specialized in performing.
Turning his butt, he turned around and ran away.
boom!
But before he could take two steps, an invisible big hand grabbed Zhang Feng's throat.
Fu Pocheng's cold voice sounded: "If you dare to make a little sound, I will crush your throat!"
Zhang Feng was like a duck being strangled, and there was no sound in an instant. His eyes looked at Fu Pocheng full of horror.
He is purely a playboy who eats, drinks and has fun.
His cultivation level is only in the Yuandan realm, and he has never seen such a bloody scene.
It was not until this moment that I realized the fear that ordinary people in the City of Death had to face in daily life.
"I don't want to repeat the third time when answering my question!"
Fu Pocheng's voice was like a knife.
Zhang Feng didn't dare to hide it at this time, and hurriedly shouted: "Mrs. Xian... is a martial saint I met on the Holy Trace Battlefield. She received a reward in the Void Hall, saying that she wanted to capture six people, three of your family.
The portrait is in it.”
If he had a choice, he would definitely pretend that he had never seen the reward.
Each of these guys wanted by the Void Palace is a monster.
"Void Palace?"
Fu Pocheng had never heard of this name.
Zhang Feng also looked confused.
He is just a playboy who is waiting to die, he knows nothing.
It was only after the two ancestors of the Zhang family who gave instructions several times before remembering the power of Mrs. Xian, which was called the Void Palace.
As for the rest, I know nothing at all.
Fu Pocheng frowned slightly, and was about to deal with this waste.
Just then, footsteps sounded, one man and two women, two big and one small, and three figures came from outside the hall.
Fu Pocheng relaxed his hand and took the initiative to retreat aside.
The visitors were Han Yang and Xiao Jiuer, and the three of them were sacrificed.
When Zhang Feng saw Han Yang and the others, he suddenly widened his eyes.
All together!
The six people on the reward order were all here.
These people were actually hiding in the city of death.
He could not imagine how much reward he would receive if the news was passed to Mrs. Xian.
Unfortunately, because of temporary greed, not only can we not get any benefits, but we may even give our lives here.
While he was still feeling annoyed, Han Yang grinned at him, stretched out his hand and pressed it on Zhang Feng's head.
Search for soul.
In an instant, all the memories entered Han Yang's mind.
The Soul-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self
Even when Zhang Feng was four years old, he was secretly showing off his father and maid taking a bath.
"Oh? Interesting..."
This idiot Zhang Feng had no idea what kind of cultivation Mrs. Xian had, but only knew that she was a martial saint.
But Han Yang could clearly judge through Zhang Feng's memory that Mrs. Xian was a ninth-level martial saint!
The ninth-level martial saint actually used a few pills to fool Zhang Feng, the small Yuan Dan realm, into a small Yuan Dan realm. Is it really just a joke?
There seem to be many secrets in the Zhang family.
When Han Yang let go of his hand again, Zhang Feng looked stupid and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
"Don't kill me... I'm familiar with Mrs. Xian. No matter what mistakes you make, I can plead for you. There is no need to fight and kill..."
Zhang Feng cried bitterly and begged.
The female priest and Fu Pocheng both twitched.
plead?
This guy is really brave enough to say it.
At this time, Han Yang said, "Use your voice transmission note to send a message to the maid next to Mrs. Xian, and ask her to come to the Death City, and say, you have found a suspected wanted criminal on the reward order."
Zhang Feng is a confused waste and knows nothing, but the close maids around Mrs. Xian should know a lot of secrets.
Let's see who has been wanting them.
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