The black prince on the bar: the hidden secret of the phoenix birthmark

"Both guests, sit down and have a cup of tea."

"Give us two cups of tea without waiting"

The tea was served quickly, Feng Qining and Lan Se sat quietly on the stool, sipping the tea carefully, without saying a word, when the quiet people around saw that they didn't say a word, they slowly started discussing again . www>

"You say, who will be the leader of the martial arts in this martial arts conference?"

"I don't know. I heard that the people from Mingshui Palace will come. Tell me, in the martial arts world, who can defeat the master of Mingshui Palace?" [

"I've also heard that the master of Mingshui Palace said that he wants to snatch the martial arts leader this time."

"Alas, if that devil really becomes the leader of the martial arts, the martial arts will not have a good life."

"There is no good life now. Apart from being merciful to the people in Tianfeng Pavilion in Mingshui Palace, when did the others show mercy?"

"That's right, it's strange, what is the relationship between Mingshui Palace and Tianfeng Pavilion? Why does Mingshui Palace avoid everything when it comes to Tianfeng Pavilion?"

"I think they are working together. Everyone in Tianfeng Pavilion kills people like hemp. Anyone who doesn't like it may become their souls under the sword."

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Feng Qining quietly listened to those people's discussion, martial arts conference?Underworld Palace?It sounds very interesting, why not join in the fun, but Tianfeng Pavilion?What kind of organization is this?Started five years ago?

She was really lagging behind, Feng Qining was drinking tea, thinking carefully, what is more important for her now is to find Yan Chen and the others, and then let Murong and the others come and find her by themselves.

"My son, let's go"

Feng Qining stretched out her hand, and Lan Se happily held her hand. The people in the tea shed saw the two big men leave hand in hand, their eyes widened.

Regardless of the strange gazes of those people, Lancer only grasped the little hands in his hands, grasping these hands, he seemed to grasp the future.

In Tianfeng Pavilion, Yan Chen stood in front of the window. Five years ago, Feng Qining was buried in a sea of ​​flames. He took the people she trained and disappeared. One year later, Tianfeng Pavilion was born. Everyone knows that Tianfeng Pavilion The owner is Feng Wushao, but no one has seen Feng Wushao except five years ago.

In the rivers and lakes, there are countless rumors, the only thing that is not there is that Feng Wushao is not alive.

That's good, someone will remember it all the time, just like when the young master was alive.

The ribbon tied in front of the window floated up. The ribbon that hadn't been moved since Feng Qining disappeared, moved at this moment, and Yan Chen's body shook.