"The gold coin has been given to you, and the person has been released." The night feathers are so cold that there is no temperature.

Zhao Kui flashed a few points in his eyes.

"You said let go, this is the Zhao family..."

"Stop!" Zhao Kui screamed, and his heart was dark: something that didn't have a brain, and didn't look at the opportunity.

There was a sneer at the corner of the night feathers, "Zi Ling."

Hey!

Purple spirit suddenly smashed out, and the figure disappeared directly in the eyes of those guards.

In addition to the night feathers, Zhu Zihu, Shi Qing, Zhao Kui, four Huang Lingqiang, the other people can not capture the figure of Zi Ling.

Hey!

Zi Ling hit a side of Zhao Kui's side, and a middle-aged man was directly hit by Zi Ling.

The purple spirit has a huge spiritual power. When the middle-aged man flies up, the spiritual power has shattered his heart.

The dull sound is like a hammer in the hearts of everyone.

When everyone returns to God, Zi Ling has returned to the night feathers and seems to have never left.

A shot killed a 9th-order powerhouse?

The guards around him are ashamed.

Zhao Jia’s highest level of Zhao Kui’s forehead was full of cold sweat, and it was not because of the pain in his shoulders or because of the strength of those who feared Yu Yu.

"In the same way, I don't like to say the second time. If I can't see the Zheng family within half an hour, I promise that from tomorrow, Xihuang Mountain will be a barren mountain." The sound of the night feathers spread throughout everyone. Ears.

Zhao Kui regained his gaze from Zi Ling and swallowed his throat.

"Go, bring the Zheng family from the dungeon, go quickly!" Zhao Kui-chao yelled at the people around him.

"Hey, hey." A middle-aged man rushed to the backyard.

Zhao Kui looked at the front and let it go.

The fat man has already swallowed a medicinal herb to stabilize his injury. He stood behind the night feather and said, "Thank you."

Then the fat man went to the front and waited for the return of his own people.

The night feathers glanced around and slowly put away the pressure, and several other people followed suit.

In addition to the purple spirit is still pretentious, several people in the night feathers do not seem to be domineering.

After a while, the backyard heard a rush of footsteps.

"Father, grandfather!" The fat man saw a middle-aged man and a senior man in front of the flower, and flew excitedly.

"皓鹏? Really you! You, how are you injured." Zheng Xiaopeng's father saw blood on his chest and his eyes were full of concern.

"Father, this will be said later, let's leave here first." The fat man was full of excitement.

The sights were swept away from the faces of the people. Everyone was much thinner than two years ago, but at least still alive.

"皓鹏, these are..." Zheng Yupeng’s grandfather’s eyes stayed on the night feathers and purple spirit.

It is not difficult to guess from the knowledge of the old man that the Zhao family will release people because of the people in front of them.

The fat man glanced at the night feathers and his eyes were a bit complicated. "This is me, my friend."

"let's go."

The night feathers whispered a command, and the shoulders flew into the air.

Shi Qingtian and others have condensed their wings to keep up, this scene makes the Zheng family again surprised, are the nine-order powerhouse!

And there are a few people who are far more powerful than the ninth order!

The fat man looked at the eyes of the night feathers and other people, his eyes full of remorse, sighed, his hands want to help his grandfather.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Laozi gently waved his hand, and there was a bit of pressure between the eyebrows: "I am still walking this old bone."

"Hey! Count your luck, there is a **** enchantress to support you, Zheng Xiaopeng, you wait, I have written down the broken arm today." Zhao Kui looked at the Zheng family with a gloomy look.