The back of the man in the hat disappeared on the other side of the door in a blink of an eye, leaving behind a room of people who were deeply shocked, a little five-star soul general. Is this the Lord of One City? Did you hear something wrong with your ear?

Bai Zhen stood there, and after a moment, he revived the habitual Ru Xiao, as if he had never given birth to anything, he walked away. At this point, Wu Feng nodded secretly.

If a tree grows too tall, it is easy to be struck by lightning, and if it is too short, it cannot accept the bathing of the sun. Isn’t it the same? As the lord of a city, how can you bathe in the morning dew and not be struck by lightning while the sun is shining. It is easier said than done.

Leng Lan'er's clapping sounded, and several young girls in plain clothes walked out, "Please follow the servants to the independent private room to rest, and wait for a while and someone will come to dock."

The words before the man of the hat left were deeply shocked everyone. The master who seized the bid nodded seriously and followed the maid who came to lead the way to the independent private room. The masters who had no grains also left 66 and did not show too much disappointment. It was not that they could take it and let it go, but that their main thoughts were on the man of the hat.

The dark pavilion gradually became empty, and in the end there were only Wu Feng and the other five. Just as Wu Feng was puzzled why there was no maid coming to lead the way, Leng Lan'er, who had been standing on the stage, stepped lightly.

"Please here!"

With a simple and polite action, Leng Lan'er turned around and led the way. At the blue tip, her small waist like a thin willow twisted slightly. It was not enchanting, but it could make people feel rippling in their hearts.

"Brother, this little girl is really interested in you?" Lin Da shook his head and looked at Wu Feng, his eyes full of admiration.

"Guess!" Wu Feng smiled wickedly, stared forward and then stepped forward to follow Qianying.

When Wu Feng stepped into the elegant room, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, antique calligraphy and paintings, golden cups and jade towers, the artistic conception and luxury were perfectly integrated. The blue back in front walked to his head, turned around and sat down, and his jade hands gently spread to the seats side by side.

"Please sit down!"

Wu Feng nodded and sat over. Lin Da, Pang Er and You Xi sat down below. At this time, the maid came to serve tea.

"This is needle tea cooked with Diyanquan, please use it." Holding the tea bowl with his left hand, pinching the lid with his right hand and gently pulling it, making a soft rubbing sound. Leng Lan'er sniffed it gently and took a small sip. The tea water entered her mouth, and the slightly dry pink lips became moist again.

Although tea is like life, Wu Feng really knows nothing about tea ceremony, but this does not affect his sense of smell. After lifting the tea bowl cover by copying it, the refreshing fragrance and slight heat will hit his nose.

"Good tea!" Wu Feng was also dry and hurriedly took a sip, but the girl beside him sipped again.

"You two are the two Yin and Yang heroes? As far as I know, Fengyue Pavilion has not invited the Zhongyi Alliance for this secret auction!" Leng Lan'er put down the tea bowl, and a cold air suddenly appeared in her eyes. Seeing Lin Da and Pang Er were shocked.

The young master of Fengyue Pavilion was stared coldly, and the two who were already guilty didn't know how to answer. The three-inch tongue that could make the dead and live people lost their function all of a sudden.

"Young Pavilion Master, I brought them here." Wu Feng also put down the tea bowl and bowed slightly to the side, "If you have any presumptuous things, I hope the Young Pavilion Master will forgive you."

Leng Lan'er's cold gaze turned to Wu Feng, and after a moment, he smiled faintly, lowered his head slightly, and said, "If you don't want to give the young hero an invitation, it was my Fengyue Pavilion's omission. Lan'er apologized to the young hero here."

The girl in front of her looked one or two years younger than her. Wu Feng was secretly amazed and shook his head with a smile.

Leng Lan'er returned the favor with a smile, then patted her hands lightly, and the maid walked out again, holding a brocade box in her hand.

"Young hero, the treasure is here, please check it out." When the maid called back, Leng Lan'er placed the brocade box on the table between the two, gently opened a gap, and the treasure qi burst out.

This aura was the reverse scale of the white dragon. Wu Feng nodded and reached out, but the Jinhu closed with a bang.

Leng Lan'er moved the brocade box to her and looked Wu Feng's eyes with a smile.

Leng Lan'er's eyes seemed to be able to look directly at her heart. Wu Feng was full of panic. After suppressing his expression, he said, "Is there anything I can remember?"

Leng Lan'er nodded and asked, "What do young heroes want to use?"

"random."

Leng Lan'er nodded again, raised her left hand slightly, her sleeves slid down, revealing a piece of snow-white forearm. She took off the bracelet on her wrist and handed it to Wu Feng, "This bracelet is made of coral in the deep sea, can it be matched with the soul skill of the young hero?"

"How can the young master's close-fitting thing not be worthy?" Wu Feng was secretly surprised again. The cold air contained in the coral bracelet penetrated into the palm of his hand. Then he smiled slightly, and his soul power gradually dissipated, injecting his soul skill into the bracelet.

Leng Lan'er took the bracelet back and activated her soul power to easily erase the traces left by Wu Feng. However, after a moment, she looked at Wu Feng in surprise, "Zhenshan Fist? Is the young man the blood leader?"

"Why did the young master ask this? Does Zhenshan Fist have anything to do with the Blood Master?" Wu Feng frowned and asked back, looking like he was completely unaware of it.

Looking at each other, Wu Feng could not see any guilt in his eyes. After a few breaths, Leng Lan'er smiled and shook her head, put the bracelet on her wrist again and pushed the brocade box over.

Putting away the brocade box, Wu Feng stood up and bowed, "Thank you, say goodbye."

"I hope the young hero will forgive me if you don't take care of me. If you have the best soul skills in the future, you can come to Fengyue Pavilion to find me directly." Leng Lan'er stood up slowly and replied with a smile.

Wu Feng nodded and took Lin Da and the other two out of the room. When their backs disappeared, a middle-aged man walked out of the darkness and stood respectfully beside Leng Lan'er. After a closer look, he was the person who was hosting the chessboard that day. But at this moment, the faint aura that scattered from his body was definitely not a star soul master, but a soul general, a star soul general!

"Miss!"

Leng Lan'er took her eyes back from the door, and Leng Lan'er looked sideways and smiled gently when she saw the middle-aged man, as if the ice and snow had melted. "Uncle Yixing, have you found out?"

"Yes." Yi Xing took out a piece of white paper from his arms, and carved the face. It was a handsome face with a pair of cold-fin eyes hidden in it, and there was an intriguing slight curve on the corners of his mouth.

After taking the blank paper, Leng Lan'er looked carefully for a long time, then stared out the door, as if Wu Feng's back was still there.

"Miss, this shouldn't be the same person."

Slightly shook his head, Leng Lan'er's jade hand shook, and the white paper suddenly turned into a thin piece of ice, and it was smashed with a slight slap. "Uncle Yixing, you can pretend to be disguised, but your eyes cannot."

The eyes were the window of the soul. Yixing frowned. When the eyes of the portrait gradually overlapped with the reality, they stretched out suddenly. However, he asked in confusion: "Miss, why are you so interested in him?"

Leng Lan'er did not answer Yi Xing directly, but asked back: "What did you all find out about him?"

"A year ago, he led his team into the jungle near He'an Town, and successfully hunted the first-level early-stage soul beast, mountain tiger with the power of a martial artist, and eliminated his mortal enemy Qin Bai."

"Qin Bai's sister Qin Yun devoted herself to the blood leader Dong Li in order to avenge him. Later, Dong Li took him away on the grounds that he was interested in Wu Feng and was preparing to bear him off on the road, but for some reason he did not succeed."

"After that, Wu Feng disappeared for more than a year, as if he was steaming on earth. Even I couldn't find out his whereabouts during this period."

"Later, Qin Yun killed the head of the Li family and replaced it. The Li family also had a riot of usurping the throne and seizing it. An old hunter named Zhang Long led his men out of the siege and surrendered to the black market in the jungle. It was not until the black market besieged the Li family that Wu Feng appeared again. Not only did Qin Yun get rid of it, but he also killed several blood leader disciples who went to support him, one of whom was Feng Xiu, who seemed to be Dong Li's disciple."

"After this, he left He'an Town and went to the Heilong Mountains and got involved in the masked man..."

It took less than a day to start when Leng Lan'er appeared that Wu Feng and the other four pretended to be Jinghong Gang. In this extreme time, Yixing actually turned Wu Feng's old foundation almost to the sky. Thinking about it carefully, Fengyue Pavilion is too terrifying.

"Uncle Yixing, what kind of cultivation do you think he is now?" Leng Lan'er interrupted Yixing and asked.

"Three-star soul sage." Yixing answered immediately.

"In a year, it is not too fast to go from a one-star soul sect to a three-star soul sect, but for someone like him who has no cultivation resources, Uncle Yixing, don't you feel shocked?" Leng Lan'er asked again.

Frowning, Yixing pondered, and after a moment he focused his head, "It's really a bit difficult for the lady to say this."

From the moment Leng Lan'er saw Wu Feng, she had already noticed the storm hidden under her calm eyes. The pink and white frowning at the beginning may not be a look of contempt, but a hidden means.

"That's it. Without any cultivation resources, I can't compare to the three-star soul sage within one year. How can I not get in touch with such a person?" The keen sixth sense was confirmed. Leng Lan'er said in a deep voice, and took off the bracelet and handed it to Yixing.

"Zhenshan Fist? How could he have the unique skills of the Blood Master?" Yi Xing was quite surprised when he felt the soul skills engraved in the bracelet.

Leng Lan'er shook her head, looked out the door again, and said in a deep voice: "The enemy's enemy is a friend. There is still half a year left. Thank you for your hard work during this period, Uncle Yixing will pay attention to Wu Feng secretly."

"Yes, Miss!"

"By the way, is the seller of the Soul King's tomb news coming?" Leng Lan'er asked again with a look of her eyes.

"It's only coming tomorrow."

"Well, for the big event half a year later, my mother is still in seclusion. No mistakes can be made during this period. The man in the hat must serve him well. The news of a soul king tomb who is not true or false is not worth mentioning compared to that big event." Leng Lan'er said seriously.

"Yes, Miss."

......

After leaving the private room, Wu Feng and the other four walked towards the gate of Fengyue Pavilion. They happened to meet a man named He who had opened the back door for them before was sweeping the floor. Lin Da and Pang Er looked at each other, then raised their chests and ignored them. That arrogance, I am rich, just arrogance!
Chapter completed!