Chapter 122: Shen Huang Ling Yu

Fatty Feng wrinkled his face bitterly: "Three young masters, aren't we... what's the matter? I'm afraid someone will say that we retaliate with private parties and hurt the prince!"
"Fatty man, did you make a mistake?" Ling Luoyu sighed and said, "The prince is suffering from an emergency. It's a matter of life and death for others?"
"Hush!" Feng Chenglin lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "The latest news, the queen has a senior, named Xi Penghe, who is a master-level medicine master... He said that the prince is poisoned! Now he is trying to detoxify. !"
Ling Luoyu treacherously sneered, wanting to solve the poison she inflicted, dreaming! ! !
"hiss!"
Suddenly, the fur ball rose up, and Heimeng's eyes came out alert.
Feng Chenglin was still babbling babble, Ling Luoyu had no time to care, she felt an unusual breath.
Pushing the door quickly, she silently leaned on the railing to watch.
Feng Chenglin followed closely: "What are you looking at?"
The lobby on the first floor of Dingfeng Tea House is a resting place for traffickers and pawns and ordinary people.
Ling Luoyu's gaze fell on the westernmost corner.
Sitting there was a tall, fat man in a fur coat.
The hat covers his face, making it difficult to see his face.
The consciousness was released, and she probed the person all over.
In the rucksack under his feet is a colorful feather.
At the moment when he was locked by the divine sense, the man trembled all over, suddenly raised his head and looked around.
Unexpectedly, experts of the Xuanhuang rank appeared around him.
Such a person can pinch him to death with his fingers.
It is not suitable to stay here for a long time.
He bent over and grabbed the rucksack under his feet.
"call out!"
Cold light flashed, and a long sword crossed the tabletop in front of him, slanted into the ground, almost piercing his hand.
Feng Chenglin squatted over and screamed: "Damn! What's the situation?!"
At the door, a man in black stood silently, murderous.
When he saw him, the man jumped up and was extremely shocked: "Mu Zhizhou, how did you find me?"
"Plow Festival, whoever you have to wait, won't come! Give me the Huang Lingyu!"
God Huang Lingyu? !
Ling Luoyu's pupils shrank slightly.
This is really nowhere to be found after breaking through the iron shoes.
Plowing Jie suddenly bent over to grab the rucksack on the ground, turned back, smashed through the window behind, and flew away.
"Stop!" The black-clothed man snapped up.
Feng Chenglin crawled backwards with his hands and feet: "San Young, San Young, don't look at it, go back soon..."
It took two steps before he realized it was wrong, and when he turned his head to look around, his head was full of black lines.
"Damn, it's gone again!"
The colorful feathers in the man's rucksack made Ling Luoyu feel strange ripples in her heart. She disappeared into the chaotic environment, teleporting to keep up.
The two retreated as they fought, causing everyone around them to scream and avoid.
The capital is an important place, and few people dare to fight in the street like this at the feet of the emperor.
Profound energy burst, and at the same time the profound energy of the Profound Tyrant burst out, it damaged many houses and shops around it.
Amidst the sound of crashing, the carriage in front of a shop was startled, neighing and rushing out.
"what……"
In the carriage, there was a woman's scream.
"Miss..." A green-robed maid hurriedly chased out in the cry.
The carriage lost its aim and went on a rampage.
But Mu Zhizhou and Plow behind were pressing harder and harder, and Xuan Qi brushed the carriage several times.
If they are hit by their profound energy, the people inside will undoubtedly die.
Across the side, a man in a purple shirt hooded flew out, spinning on his horse, tightening the reins with his arms, and shouting angrily.
"Call..."
Looking at that figure, Ling Luoyu grinned her teeth in pain: "Second Uncle?"