Facing the charming and charming Hu Yinger in front of her.

Li Chengfeng did not have a trace of compassion and waved the sword in his hand and slashed it over.

After fighting with Kunsa Church in Chang'an last time, he asked for a message about Kunsa Church.

The tattoos on these people were all transformed from the flesh and blood of the people of the Tang Dynasty.

Faced with such a gangster, no matter how beautiful the skin looks, it is just a dry bone.

Hu Ying'er could only retreat backwards and avoid the sharp sword.

The red sleeve was cut off by the black-toothed sword and fell onto the ground, and the red candle in the room was cut off by the sword energy.

Li Chengfeng took this opportunity to bully himself again.

Xuanyuan Sword Technique was on his hands like using his arms and fingers.

The golden sword energy quickly destroyed everything in the room.

The soft sword in Hu Yinger's hand is more flexible.

Her sword is like a spirit snake, and every time she strikes, she can attack at a tricky angle.

The two have little difference in their realms.

But with the Xuanyuan Sword Decision and infinite strength, Li Chengfeng suppressed Hu Ying'er tightly.

At this time, Hu Ying'er's face no longer had the charm and charm she had before.

She looked cold and resisted the attack in an orderly manner.

But soon she discovered that Li Chengfeng's internal strength was extremely pure.

He is obviously only one martial arts level higher than her.

The powerful internal strength is comparable to that of the powerful man in the half-step path realm.

Hu Ying'er soon felt a desire to retreat, and she retreated backwards all the way to the yard.

"I want to run? It's not that easy!"

"Xuanyuan Sword Art: Tianluodi Net!" Li Chengfeng snorted coldly.

The sound fell, and hundreds of golden sword shadows flew out from the black-toothed sword in his hand, surrounding Hu Ying'er.

"Eighth Prince, I'm not so tamed!"

Hu Ying'er sang in a voice, and the internal force on her body shook, and a circle of pink fields appeared all over her body.

Dozens of fairies who were in short wisps flew out of her realm.

Each of them had a piece of white silk several feet long on their hands.

These white silks did not face the golden sword shadows around last year, but headed straight for Li Chengfeng.

The white silk collided with the golden sword shadow, and endless aftermath of internal force exploded.

The smoke and dust dissipated. When Li Chengfeng chased forward again, only a scarecrow in gauze was left on the ground.

"There are islanders in Kunsa religions?"

"It seems that the situation is getting more and more complicated!"

Li Chengfeng shook his head, put away the black-toothed sword, and left the Wang family's mansion.

After both of them disappeared, Wang Er slowly walked out of the corner.

"If my Wang family wants to surrender, Kunsa Church needs a good tooth!"

"The Zou family is gone, it's time for my Wang family to make a comeback."

...

Li Chengfeng left the Wang family and returned to the restaurant through the night.

But Lu Wen left the restaurant in the early morning.

His eyes were red and he wandered on the streets of Luzhou like a walking corpse.

He muttered some nonsense and staggered towards North City.

...

Wait until noon the next day, it will be bright.

Li Chengfeng slowly woke up from the room, but found that Lu Wen had not appeared for a long time.

"Why did this kid oversleep today?" He was puzzled.

When he arrived at the door of Lu Wen's room, Li Chengfeng pushed the door open and went in.

But I found that there was only a bag on the bed in the room, but there was no Lu Wen's figure.

Li Chengfeng quickly realized something was wrong.

He hurriedly left the restaurant and went to the city to search for Lu Wen's whereabouts.

But before he could find Lu Wen, he saw the round Wang Er, the prince of the Wang family.

"Eighth Prince, don't go, the person you are looking for is in the Wang family!"

Wang Er's white and tender face was white and red, but his expression was calm.

Hearing this sentence, Li Chengfeng's face became even more suspicious.

Even if Lu Wen leaves Luzhou, no matter how he does, he will never be able to go to the Wang family.

But thinking about Lu Wen's performance in the secret realm before.

Li Chengfeng was still unwilling to give up, and Lu Wen, the "son of destiny", had luck.

"Lead ahead!" He nodded and said to Wang Er.

...

The two left the restaurant together and headed straight to the Wang family mansion.

"Eighth Prince, your subordinates have caused a big disaster this time."

"He killed more than a dozen guards from my Wang family last night and brought letters from Kunsa!"

On the way, Wang Er told me little by little what happened in the early morning.

Li Chengfeng became more and more confused.

Lu Wen was almost killed by the Kunsa scholar not long ago.

How could it be transformed into a messenger who delivered messages to them?

He lowered his head and said nothing, speeded up his pace again, and hurried to the Wang family.

Wang Er, who was standing aside, also understood the strangeness and did not continue to talk about it.

The two quickly arrived in front of the Wang family compound.

At this time, the gate of the Wang family compound was full of warriors of different realms.

After seeing Wang Er, the two of them came to the hall of the Wang family without any obstacles.

In the hall, Lu Wen was tied up in the hall.

His pupils reflected a strange scarlet red.

The whole person looked crazy and kept muttering to himself.

In the hall was an old man with white hair and smile on his face.

This is the hot businessman in the entire Tang Dynasty: Wang Dabao.

Next to the old man, there was a thin middle-aged man standing, looking like a housekeeper.

"Seibao, you are here!" The old man saw the two of them walking into the hall and spoke slowly.

The pair of phoenix eyes stared at Li Chengfeng beside him.

Wang Er walked to the old man with a swaying swaying: "I've found someone, you guys can talk!"

After saying that, he took the butler out of the hall.

...

Seeing Wang Er and the butler leave.

The old man stood up and came to Li Chengfeng and gave a deep gift.

"Xiaomin has met the Eighth Prince!"

Li Chengfeng took everything into consideration.

I also understand my identity, Wang Dabao already knows it.

"Since we know each other, we won't talk nonsense."

"I'm here to solve his problem today!"
To be continued...