Feng Ming finished speaking, before the man could say anything, An Xuetang said, "Stop talking nonsense, how can you show up?"

"Simple, as long as the Princess of Northern Xinjiang can defeat my disciple, I will naturally show up."

Win his disciple?

An Xuetang and Feng Ming subconsciously looked at each other, and before they could express anything, a boy suddenly fell from the sky.

After landing, he stared at An Xuetang with his eyes fixed on him, not taking the rest of the people here seriously at all.

Feng Ming pulled An Xuetang behind him. As a martial arts practitioner, he could feel that the young man in front of him had a deep internal strength. A Tang, a person who knows light skills and does not have internal strength, would be very difficult to defeat him!

The person who refused to show up looked at Feng Ming's nervous look, laughed a few more times, and said leisurely, "Master Feng Valley, why haven't you learned his courage after you have been with the King of Northern Xinjiang for so many days?"

Suddenly hearing the man mention Mo Yunjing, An Xuetang clenched his fists with his hands, "Have you ever met the King of Northern Xinjiang?"

"Ha ha ha ha"

When the man heard An Xuetang was so nervous, Mo Yunjing couldn't help laughing a few times:

"I have seen more than just met the King of Northern Xinjiang, but the green snake in the King of Northern Xinjiang's hands surprised me. It is said that it is your credit for the Princess of Northern Xinjiang."

An Xuetang's eyes sank, and he knew that there was a green snake on Mo Yunjing's wrist. It seemed that this man had really seen her A Jing, but he just didn't know what he had done to her A Jing!

Thinking of this, An Xuetang's eyes were filled with cold light, as if there was another anger, "Where is the King of Northern Xinjiang?"

"Don't worry, it's easy for the princess to see the prince. As long as you defeat my disciple, you will not only see my true face as you wish, but also find the Northern King of Gang, the princess has been thinking about."

An Xuetang glanced at the boy in front of her cold eyes, and a cold arc like a blade crossed the corner of her mouth, "Can you keep your word?"

“That’s natural.”

Feng Ming frowned. He understood An Xuetang's eagerness to find Mo Yunjing, but she was really not the opponent of the boy in front of her. If she fought against him like this, she would definitely suffer a loss!

In this case, Feng Ming could not let her take action.

So, when An Xuetang wanted to step forward, Feng Ming reached out and grabbed her arm tightly, "Atang, no!"

An Xuetang stared at him with pleading eyes, "Brother, the matter is urgent. I don't know what A Jing is like now. I want to find him as soon as possible. At present, this is the only way."

Feng Ming shook his head, "You are not his opponent, and how can you believe the enemy so much? Even if you win, what can you do if he doesn't fulfill his promise at that time?"

That's true. An Xuetang was silent. At this moment, the young man suddenly took out a herb bag and threw it at An Xuetang.

Feng Ming took the herb bag and looked at the familiar things. An Xuetang's eyes shrank. This was from A Jing! The things on Mo Yunjing's body have always been prepared by An Xuetang, especially this herb bag was sewn by her own hands, so she recognized it at a glance that this was from A Jing's body.

An Xuetang stared at the boy with sharp eyes, "Where did you come from this thing?"

The boy just looked at An Xuetang without saying anything.

Only then did An Xuetang realize that the boy's eyes were empty, and he was obviously in a state of being controlled by others.

To put it bluntly, this boy is just a puppet.

The boy did not answer An Xuetang's words, but the man in the dark said, "Where did the Princess of Northern Xinjiang think this thing comes from? Where did it come from?"

“…”

An Xuetang couldn't help rolling his eyes. Is it interesting to say such nonsense?

Feng Ming pursed his lips, and he protected An Xuetang tightly behind him, but An Xuetang was now concerned about Mo Yunjing.

She must play this ‘game’!

She pulled Fengming's sleeve and stared at him with a very firm look, "Brother, believe me!"

"Atang, you..."
Chapter completed!