It is not easy to deal with the third master.
The city guards and Feng Feiyun alone would never succeed, so early the next morning, Feng Feiyun left the City Lord's Mansion to find a powerful ally.
The tall and quaint silver hook workshop is slowly presented in front of you.
Today's atmosphere in the Silver Hook Workshop is a little solemn and solemn, on both sides of the stone carving gate there are two teams of sergeants wearing dark iron armor, eight people on the left and eight people on the right, all of them are holding cold iron spears, their skin is as black as steel, and their eyes are full of murderous intent, like two teams of fierce beasts.
Feng Feiyun stood outside the gate, his eyes slightly glazed, and he could clearly feel the strength of these sixteen ironclad sergeants, as if sixteen copper walls stood in front of him.
These sixteen killing gods blocked the door, and no one dared to approach the Silver Hook Workshop for a single step.
"Sure enough, it is worthy of the Silver Hook Workshop, if these sixteen ironclad god armies join forces, their combat effectiveness can be comparable to an army, it is too powerful."
Feng Feiyun felt that he had come to the right place None of the sixteen ironclad gods were weak, and the qi emanating from their bodies invisibly shook all the mosquitoes flying in the air into powder.
It was the first time Feng Feiyun had seen the Iron Armor Divine Army in Lingzhou City, and it was obvious that these sixteen Iron Armor Divine Army had only entered Lingzhou City today.
With the deterrence of these sixteen ironclad god troops, even if there are bold people, they only dare to wait and see from afar, today's Silver Hook Workshop seems a little deserted, and the coldness reveals strangeness.
In the early morning, there was still a white mist floating on the streets, and the wind and clouds were slowly coming from the white mist.
"Haha Wind Young Master, Silver Hook Fang is not welcoming guests today, please another day."
Zheng Dongliu, the director of the Silver Hook Workshop, saw Feng Feiyun from a distance.
Feng Feiyun arched his hand slightly, and said with a smile: "I have a big business today, isn't Director Zheng even doing business?"
Zheng Dongliu sighed: "I naturally want to do business, but I also have a distinguished customer today, and with this distinguished customer, I can't do any business." ” Feng Feiyun looked at the sixteen Iron Armor Divine Soldiers and nodded slightly, it seems that the Silver Hook Workshop really has a great guest today.
These sixteen ironclad gods are just the guards of that one distinguished guest.
What kind of person is it that deserves such a solemn reception from Zheng Dongliu "Then I'll visit you tomorrow."
Although Feng Feiyun was a little disappointed, he was not too difficult, and he was about to leave.
"Young Master Feng, wait a minute."
Zheng Dongliu stood on the inside of the gate of the Silver Hook Workshop, bowing forward slightly, as if listening to someone, looking very respectful.
Feng Feiyun stopped and became curious again, Zheng Dongliu is the head of the Silver Hook Workshop, and his status in Lingzhou City is not trivial, even if it is a hegemon-level figure like the Third Master and Feng Wanpeng, they will only be on an equal footing with him, after all, behind Zheng Dongliu is the Silver Hook family, and no one dares to offend this behemoth. actually made Zheng Dongliu so respectful, and the identity of this distinguished guest is not simple.
Zheng Dongliu still bowed his body, nodded his head, and after a long time, he straightened his waist again, turned his head, looked at Feng Feiyun, and said with a smile: "Young Master Feng, it was Zheng's words just now, businessmen should always put business first." ” It seems that what the distinguished guest just said to him made him change his mind.
It's just that the other party's methods are clever, even with Feng Feiyun's current cultivation, he can't hear what the distinguished guest said to him just now Feng Feiyun's big sleeves fluttered, and he said with a smile: "My business is absolutely profitable, and the pot is full of money, the key is whether Director Zheng dares to do it." ” "There is no business in the world that Silver Hook Fang does not dare to do."
Zheng Dongliu patted his chest confidently, and said, "Young Master Feng, let's go to the inner hall to talk in detail."
Feng Feiyun calmly walked among the sixteen ironclad gods, as if he couldn't feel the murderous aura of these sixteen killing gods at all, and calmly walked into the Silver Hook Workshop, and under the guidance of Zheng Dongliu, he came to the inner hall.
This is not the first time to come to the inner hall of Silver Hook Fang, it seems to be extraordinarily quiet, there is not even a subordinate, only to receive real distinguished guests, Zheng Dongliu will lead the other party here.
Feng Feiyun is such a distinguished guest.
Feng Feiyun sat on the sandalwood chair on the left, holding the jade teacup in his hand, and his eyes scanned the surrounding environment intentionally or unintentionally, as if there was no change from before.
There is still an ancient painting of Danqing hanging on the wall, and below the ancient painting is a back door, and the curtain on the door has been lowered at this time, and there seems to be a person sitting inside, but it is not clear what this person looks like.
This is the real distinguished guest, even Zheng Dongliu has to be respectful to him Feng Feiyun's heart jumped slightly, this person is not simple, although he is sitting behind the curtain, but there is no breath of life, it is like a stone sculpture.
If you close your eyes, you won't feel his presence at all.
Just as Feng Feiyun's eyes noticed the direction of the curtain, suddenly, a huge pressure came like a mountain This is an invisible pressure from the other party, with overwhelming divine might.
"Boom" In Feng Feiyun's body, the internal organs shook violently, and the bones made a "gurgling" sound, as if they were about to shatter.
This is just an invisible qi, but it is already so powerful that Feng Feiyun can't resist it, could it be that he just glanced at him and her, and he and her angered, and wanted to erase himself All strong people have strange tempers This old guy's temper is too weird, and the other party's cultivation is too high, so Feng Feiyun naturally thinks that he and she are an old man.
Feng Feiyun cultivated the immortal phoenix body, and his body was several times stronger than that of a monk in the middle stage of spiritual induction, but at this moment, his blood was still boiling, and his blood seemed to be about to burst.
If it were ordinary people, I am afraid that they would have been squeezed into blood at this moment.
"Bang" The phantom of the Spirit Boat in Feng Feiyun's right palm began to rotate rapidly, and an even more powerful coercion rushed out of the Spirit Boat and rebounded.
"Boom" The pressure of the entire space disappeared, as if the rough sea had suddenly calmed down.
There was a soft sound from behind the curtain, and silence returned.
All the pressure disappeared, Feng Feiyun felt as if he had fought a peerless battle, his vest had already been soaked with cold sweat, if it wasn't for the help of Lingzhou just now, he would probably be squeezed into serious injuries by that pressure.
There are too many masters in this world.
Zheng Dongliu sat opposite, still with a smile on his face, it was obvious that he didn't feel any pressure just now, and he didn't know that Feng Feiyun had already fought with that mysterious distinguished guest for a round.
"Zheng has long seen that Young Master Feng is a person who does big things, I don't know how big the business is this time," Zheng Dongliu said with a smile.
Feng Feiyun took a deep breath, gathered his mind, no longer looked at the direction of the curtain, and said with a smile: "I don't know if Silver Hook Fang dares to do the business of killing."
As soon as these words came out, the smile on Zheng Dongliu's face suddenly froze, thought for a moment, and said solemnly: "The business of killing people is very risky."
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"The risk is big, the reward is big" Fengfeiyundao.
"How big" Zheng Dong Liu.
"A Blood Eagle compound."
Feng Feiyun stared at Zheng Dongliu's eyes tightly.
"Hiss" Zheng Dongliu took a sharp breath, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly said, "You want to kill the third master" "Not only the third master, but also the entire Eagle Claw Gang" Feng Feiyun suddenly stood up and said, "I have already asked the city lord for an order, and within a month, lead five thousand city guards to raze the Blood Eagle Compound, behead the third master, and destroy the Eagle Claw Gang." ” "The five thousand city guards can destroy the Eagle Claw Gang, but they can't kill the third master."
Zheng Dong Liudao.
Feng Feiyun said with a smile: "Naturally, I can't kill the third master, but the master of the Silver Hook Workshop is like a cloud, and it may be difficult to kill a third master in the middle stage of the immortal root, but it is not absolutely impossible."
As long as the Silver Hook Workshop can send a master to kill the third master, then the wealth that the Eagle Claw Gang has accumulated over the years is all from the Silver Hook Workshop, and I won't take a penny.
This business is absolutely profitable, whether Director Zheng dares to do it" Feng Feiyun asked again The Eagleclaw Gang's wealth amassed every year is above 50,000 gold coins, and in the past few decades, the wealth amassed has definitely been a huge number, and it is strange that Zheng Dongliu is not moved.
But in order to kill a strong man in the middle stage of the immortal root, it is necessary to mobilize a large number of masters, and such a big business is not something that he Zheng Dongliu can do.
Feng Feiyun looked at Zheng Dongliu's changing expression, and knew that there was a play, he didn't care about the money collected by the Eagle Claw Gang at all, all he cared about was the quasi-spiritual weapon in the hands of the third master.
Zheng Dongliu stood up from the chair, then walked to the front of the curtain, knelt on the ground, bowed inside, and said, "Master, what do you think about this matter":