Yandu Middle School was on vacation for a week due to a fire, and the students looked at the teaching building that had become dark for no reason, and there was a confused holiday, but for high school students, nothing was more exciting than the holiday.

Fengqing's home.

Feng Qing stood by the window and looked at the two iron seals in his hand. The background above the seal was blood red, and a broken military flag stood in the center, looking very murderous. These two seals were found from Lin Yun and Lin Yu. At this time, he looked at the two seals and could not see anything. So he simply took out the door and opened the door and walked out the door, preparing to ask Mr. Yun clearly.

"Hey, brother, where are you going in such a hot day?"

Feng Ling was trapped in the sofa, staring at the TV intently, dug a spoonful of Haagen-Dazs ice cream and sent it to her mouth. These were all given by Wang Jie, and half of the refrigerator was filled with ice cream and ice cream.

"Go and find Mr. Yun."

"Hmm?" Feng Ling immediately glared at Feng Qing at the door, "Brother, please help me and the old man, I want to eat it."

"Eat and eat! You know how to eat all day!"

Feng Qing shook the door and sighed deeply.

Half an hour later, Yun Fengtian's study room.

Feng Qing wrapped his hands around the back of his neck. His hands were not completely cured and his hands were ached faintly. A deep mark on his face was very conspicuous. Yun Fengtian wrote calligraphy on the wide desk, wandering around the dragon and phoenix, and his aura spread out. His brushwork was vigorous. The characters he wrote were naturally elegant and beautiful.

Feng Qing put his feet on the Grand Master's chair and stretched his neck to look at the words written by the old man, "Old man, what are you writing? Can Du Fu move? Du Fu has been dead for so many years, so he must not be able to move."

When Yun Fengtian heard Feng Qing's words, his arm was so angry that he shook, and the last stroke was drawn out. A great calligraphy turned into a bubble. Yun Fengtian suddenly slapped the table and almost spit out an old blood. He thought to himself, why did he put him in? Besides, how did his eyes look so hard that he can think that diligence can make up for his clumsiness?

Hurry!

Yun Fengtian's spiritual energy shook, shook calligraphy and painting into pieces, and a man sat on the Taishi chair with anger and looked gloomy.

"Hey, old man, you wrote it very well. Why did you tear it? If you don't like it, frame it and give it to me. It just so happens that my family still lacks a pair."

Bang!

Yun Feng's beard-blowing eyes were glaring, thinking that the meaning that he had spent a long time brewing was broken by you, you, and you still dare to speak wildly here.

"You little scoundrel don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing. What do you want to do this time?"

Feng Qing couldn't help but feel angry when he heard Yun Fengtian calling him a little rogue, but instead a wicked smile appeared. Yun Fengtian was frightened when he opened his hand and two iron seals were thrown out of Feng Qing's hand.

Yun Fengtian picked up his hands and two iron seals appeared in his hands. He opened his hands and looked at Zhang Zi who was full of murderous aura. He frowned and his eyes suddenly glared, "Iron Blood Military Flag! Where did you get it from? The Iron Blood Military Flag blood seal never leaves people, right?"

"Hmm." Feng Qing pointed to his face, "I replaced it with a peerless beauty."

"What the hell is going on!"

Yun Fengtian's face suddenly became serious. This was not a trivial matter, but he knew the background of the Iron Blood Military Flag.

The Iron Blood Military Flag is an organization that is not small in the provincial capital. Legend has it that the leader of the Iron Blood Military Flag Gang is a soldier king. Later, he didn't know where to get his mental skills. After retirement, he became a cultivator and constantly recruited retired soldiers to make them cultivators. Soldiers are originally disciplined and able to endure hardships. They practice extremely hard, so there are no weak people in the Iron Blood Military Flag.

After hearing Yun Fengtian's words, Feng Qing put away the jokes on his face, and used his storytelling talent to tell Yun Fengtian thrillingly.

"Four D-level nine-star powerhouses?"

He looked up and down at Feng Qing, and a trace of disdain rose on his face, "You really did it alone?"

Feng Qing nodded solemnly, but he thought to himself: Damn, if I were just a D-level eight-star warrior, of course I wouldn't be able to escape, but I am a person who can practice both martial arts, so I can't imagine it like ordinary people.

"There is nothing wrong with these pairs of seals being the Iron Blood Military Flag, but according to the news I have received, there are only warriors in the Iron Blood Military Flag, and all of them are men. It is impossible for women to have them."

"Those two women are not people from the Iron Blood Military Flag."

Yun Fengtian frowned, "Who is that person? Besides, why did the Iron Blood Military Flag stare at you? Could it be that there is anything good to you?" His eyes suddenly lit up, "Xiaoqing, grandpa didn't say you, your current strength is not enough to protect important things. Why do you put it here first? When you have enough strength, I will give it to you. Grandpa, can you still believe it?"

Feng Qing looked at Yun Fengtian's expression and felt helpless on his face. He thought to himself, you old hooligan, you haven't returned my blood spirit stone yet. Now he wants to lie to me about other things, but now there is really nothing on me worthy of others' concern.

"Xiaoqing?"

"No, no!"

Feng Qing looked at the old hooligan in front of him and curled his lips, "I've given you one treasure to you, it's gone, I'm just a baby sister left now. Do you want it? If you want it, give it to you?"

Yun Fengtian's face changed and he thought to himself that only your sister would be able to lose the Yun family in a few days.

At the same time, far away from Fengjiang City.

Bang!

A big hand slapped the table, and the sandalwood table suddenly became wooden slag and fell to the ground.

"What did you say? Lin Yun and Lin Yu are dead? The whereabouts of those two casual cultivators are unknown?"

A middle-aged man had a rough voice and shouted at the man in front of him.

"yes!"

The man stood straight and stared at the man in front of him.

"Can a mere D-level eight-star boy do this to such an extent?"

The man still couldn't believe that since he established the Iron Blood Military Flag, they were the only ones who bullied others and had never suffered any losses. This time, he thought that sending two capable generals to recruit two casual cultivators together would be a perfect solution, but he unexpectedly overturned the ship.

The man gritted his teeth and put away the anger in his eyes, "What's going on in Fengjiang City recently?"

"Several organizations from other countries have entered Fengjiang City. The American superpower groups, RB's soul groups, and the Russians' blood killing have all infiltrated the minions into Fengjiang City. However, some people with weak strength have been sent to come. It seems that they are here to test something."

The man felt a storm in his heart when he heard these names. These organizations were all powerful and warrior organizations that he had heard of. They were all famous killer organizations around the world. I am afraid that more than a dozen people could be sent to destroy the Iron Blood Military Flag. What was they coming this time?

(End of this chapter)
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