Chapter 1592： : Secret Letter, Wang Family’s Dangerous Situation

The latest website: Facing the charming Hu Yinger in front of her.

Li Chengfeng didn't show any mercy, so he swung the sword in his hand and slashed at him.

After fighting against the Kunsa Sect in Chang'an last time, he specifically asked for a copy of the Kunsa Sect's information.

The tattoos on these people are all made of the flesh and blood of the Tang people.

In the face of such bandits, no matter how beautiful the surface is, it is just a dead bone.

Hu Yinger could only retreat back and forth, dodging the sharp sword edge.

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

Li Chengfeng took this opportunity to bully him again.

Xuanyuan Sword Jue is like a finger in his hand.

The golden sword energy quickly destroyed everything in the room.

But 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 realm of the two is not much different.

But relying on Xuanyuan Sword Art and his infinite strength, Li Chengfeng firmly suppressed Hu Yinger.

At this time, Hu Yinger's face was no longer charming like before.

Her expression was cold, and she resisted the attack methodically.

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

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

That powerful internal force is comparable to that of a half-step Taoist.

Hu Yinger quickly felt the idea of ​​retreating, and she retreated all the way to the yard.

"Want to run? It's not that easy!"

"Xuanyuan Sword Jue: Heaven and Earth Net!" Li Chengfeng snorted coldly.

As the voice fell, hundreds of golden sword shadows flew out from the black-toothed sword in his hand, surrounding Hu Yinger.

"Eighth prince, I'm not so easy to tame!"

Hu Ying'er groaned loudly, her body's internal strength shook, and a circle of pink fields appeared around her.

Dozens of naked fairies flew out of her domain.

Each of them has a length of white silk several feet long in their hands.

These white silks did not face the golden sword shadows around them, but went straight to Li Chengfeng.

When Bai Ling and the golden sword shadow collided, an endless aftermath of internal force exploded.

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

"There are actually islanders in the Kunsa religion?"

"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's mansion.

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

"If you want my royal family to submit, the Kunsa Cult still needs a good tooth!"

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

…

Li Chengfeng left Wang's house and returned to the restaurant by night.

But Lu Wen left the restaurant in the early morning.

His eyes were red, and he was wandering on Luzhou Street like a walking corpse.

He muttered some nonsense in his mouth, and staggered towards Beicheng.

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By noon the next day, the sky was bright.

Li Chengfeng slowly woke up from the room, only to find that Lu Wen hadn't appeared for a long time.

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

When they came to the door of Lu Wen's room, Li Chengfeng pushed the door open and went in.

But he found that there was only one burden on the bed in the room, but Lu Wen was missing.

Li Chengfeng quickly realized that something was wrong.

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

But before he found Lu Wen, he saw Wang Er, the chubby prince of the Wang family.

"Eighth prince, there is no need to go, the person you are looking for is in the Wang family!"

Wang Er's fair and tender face was rosy, but his expression was calm.

Hearing this sentence, Li Chengfeng's doubts became even more serious.

Even if Lu Wen leaves Luzhou, no matter what, it is impossible to go to the Wang family.

But think of Lu Wen's performance in the secret realm before.

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

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

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

"Eighth Prince, this time your subordinates have encountered a catastrophe."

"Last night, he killed more than a dozen nursing homes of my royal family, and he also brought a letter from Kunsa Sect!"

On the way, Wang Er told little by little what happened this morning.

Li Chengfeng became more and more puzzled.

Not long ago, Lu Wen was almost killed by the people of the Kunsa Sect.

How could it be possible to transform again and become a messenger to deliver letters to them?

He bowed his head in silence, quickened his pace again, and hurried to Wang's house.

Wang Er on the side also understood what was wrong, and didn't continue talking.

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

At this moment, warriors of different realms were standing at the gate of the Wang family compound.

After seeing Wang Er, the two came to the hall of the Wang family without hindrance.

In the hall, Lu Wen was **** in the hall by five flowers.

The pupils of his eyes reflected a strange scarlet.

The whole person looked crazy, and kept mumbling to himself.

Sitting in the hall was an old man with white beard and hair and a smile on his face.

This is the most popular businessman in Tang Dynasty now: Wang Dabao.

Beside the old man stood a thin middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper.

"Erbao, you're here!" The old man said slowly when he saw the two people walking into the hall.

Those red phoenix eyes stared at Li Chengfeng who was at the side.

Wang Er swaggered up to the old man: "I have found him, let's talk about it!"

After speaking, he left the hall with the butler.

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Seeing Wang Er and the housekeeper leave.

The old man got up and came to Li Chengfeng, and gave a deep salute.

"Xiaomin met the Eighth Prince!"

Li Chengfeng saw everything in his eyes.

He also understood that Wang Dabao already knew his identity.

"Since we all know each other, let's stop talking nonsense."

"I'm here to solve his business today!"

He pointed to Lu Wen who was kneeling, and sat on the grand master's chair beside him.

I heard Li Chengfeng say that.

Wang Dabao nodded, picked up a letter at hand, and handed it over.

"This is the secret letter from the Kunsa Sect that he sent to your door yesterday, please take a look at it, the Eighth Prince."

Li Chengfeng took the letter and glanced at it briefly.

The content of the letter is very simple: Three days later, the royal family will be bloodbathed

"In that case, I don't know what Mr. Wang thinks?"

"No matter when and where, the thoughts of the imperial court are the thoughts of the royal family!"

"That's all right, the imperial court will naturally come to help you in three days!"

After speaking, Li Chengfeng picked up Lu Wen, who was in a coma, and walked out of Wang's house.

After he left Wang Er came to the hall again.

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"Father, the imperial court is on the verge of falling, why bother to hang on a tree?"

As soon as these words came out, Wang Dabao, who was nearly half a century old at that time, had big eyes.

"This kind of talk will stop here in the future."

"There is such a heroic boy in the Tang Dynasty, my royal family should also know how to advance and retreat!"

Wang Dabao pointed to the direction where Li Chengfeng left, his eyes were full of loneliness.

When he was young, like Wang Er, he thought that the emperor would take turns to sit at my house this year.

But now that this year is over half a century, I can already see the cause and effect clearly.

Wang Er looked at the way Li Chengfeng left, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Born at the wrong time..."

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