"I don't know, maybe one more time than we think." Fu Daoren said quietly, looking like a fairy-like figure.

Five?

Oh my God!

Such people are simply rare!

Yu Rong suddenly blinked her phoenix eyes and said, "Don't forget the fourth door, the non-existent door, I just had a strange idea."

"What's your thought?" Pan Maodian asked.

Yu Rong glanced at Chen Ping standing there, thought for a while, then shook her head and said, "Forget it, I'm not sure."

His eyes returned to Han Feng's side, and he had one younger brother in one hand and destroyed all the twelve guards.

Then, he stood in front of Xing Yue, his face was silent, he looked down at the person on the ground, and said in a cold voice: "Young Master is dancing with the God of Death. Today, I won't kill you, but it's for the old guy behind you. Go back and tell him that if I dare to cross the line, my lord will be angry."

After saying that, Xing Yue staggered from the ground, looked at Han Feng and Chen Ping resentfully, and took the people away.

After the matter was handled, there were many people sitting in the side hall.

Zhou Chongyue, some of the Zhou family's legitimate descendants, Zhou Lingxuan, six masters, and Han Feng.

Chen Ping is here too.

Zhou Lingxuan looked a little nervous and took off a long jade pendant from her neck. This pendant was shaped like a phoenix tail feather with strange patterns and marks on it.

"This is given to me by my great-grandfather, and he said it was a dowry given to me."

Zhou Lingxuan said in a low voice, her eyes full of sadness.

The six masters glanced at each other, looked at Han Feng for a moment, and then said to Chen Ping: "This is the key, there should be one more."

Chen Ping frowned, stepped forward, and took the pendant like phoenix feather from Zhou Lingxuan.
Chapter completed!