Feng Zhuo nodded. Indeed, as a royal clan in Yanjing, his status cannot be shaken, and the five royal clans have always been dating.

No matter how awesome a family, they will have to walk around when they meet the Yanjing royal family.

As long as the five royal families want to take action, families like the Chen family will not cause any storm.

At this moment, a whizzing sound suddenly came not far away.

Soon a man in white clothes and black face walked over.

When Feng Zhuo saw that the person had changed his face, he immediately stepped forward and fell to the ground, "Mr. Black-faced Guardian."

"The fourth master of the hall, I came at the order of the Lord of the Pavilion." The black-faced guardian had no expression on his face.

"Thank you for your hard work, the Black-faced Guardian." Feng Zhuo knelt respectfully on the ground, not even daring to look up at the Black-faced Guardian.

Feng Jiawei also felt a sense of oppression and did not dare to act rashly at all.

"The Lord of the Pavilion asked me to come over and see if the Qingyou Sword on you is gone."

When Feng Zhuo heard this, he trembled even harder.

But I know that it can't be covered at all.

"My Black-faced Guardian, my Qingyou Sword has indeed fallen into the hands of the Wolf King, but please report to the Pavilion Master, I will definitely get the Qingyou Sword back as soon as possible."

The Black-faced Guardian said, "You should clearly remember that the Qingyou Sword was given to you by the Lord of the Pavilion. The sword is in the sword and the person is in the sword and the person is in the sword and the person is in the sword and the person is in the death. You can't even defend a Qingyou Sword. How can you be worthy of the Lord of the Pavilion?"

"Mr. Black-faced Guardian, please give me some good words to me, and I will definitely bring the Qingyou Sword back as soon as possible."

Feng Zhuo was sweating profusely and kowtowed on the ground a few times.

The Black-faced Guardian snorted coldly, "You know that it is useless to ask me for help. This is the decision of the Lord Master of the Pavilion, and you also know the rules of our Soul-Devouring Pavilion."

Before the black-faced guardian finished speaking, a black whip was thrown on Feng Zhuo with a bang.

Feng Zhuo was in pain. Although his expression was extremely distorted and the pain was unbearable, he still closed his mouth tightly and didn't even dare to shout.

The power of this whip is too great. What kind of strength is Dong Zhuo? If an ordinary person, this whip will meet the King of Hell.

Feng Jiawei was afraid that the Black-faced Protector would give Feng Zhuo another whip. If he gave another whip, Feng Zhuo might not be able to survive.

Feng Jiawei knelt in front of the Black-faced Guardian, "My Black-faced Guardian, I lost the Qingyou Sword because my brother was careless. Please tell the Pavilion Master that my brother will definitely bring the Qingyou Sword back."

The Black-faced Guardian snorted again, "The order of the Pavilion Master, I have not brought the Qingyou Sword back within fifteen days, within fifteen days, and you Feng family will bring all the property."

What? All the industries of the Feng family?

Whether Feng Zhuo or Feng Jiawei was shocked, if the Qingyou Sword could not be brought back, a family like the Feng family would not even exist.

When the two of them looked up, the black-faced guardian was gone.

Feng Zhuo gritted his teeth and took out a bottle of medicine from his body, which was filled with light yellow powder.

"Jiawei, please help me apply the medicine.

The whip was obviously not light, and Feng Zhuo was already in a state of skin and flesh.

It's like a huge centipede, with scary scars.

Feng Jiawei immediately found the medicine from Feng Zhuo and hurriedly applied the medicine to Feng Zhuo.

After a while, Feng Zhuo felt the pain on his body begin to decrease.
Chapter completed!