"Three gentlemen, is it really good to just let him go back like this?" After Boris left, the Jinyiwei spoke.

"It's okay, this person is open and honest and will not do villainous things! Besides, looking at this person's appearance, the Lingding clan should be really scared by this mysterious race! It's no harm to let him go back to pass the message!" Pang Tong smiled and shook his head, "My letter will be delivered to the lord as soon as possible. This matter must be decided by the lord!"

"Sir, don't worry, we will definitely deliver your letter as quickly as possible!" Jinyiwei nodded and said.

"Well! That's good!" Pang Tong nodded with satisfaction. He knew the efficiency of the Jinyiwei. He just said this, and he was just a reminder. "Send the order, we will be cultivating in this city in the past two days, wait for the lord and the news about Boris, and then we will make a decision!"

"Yes!" Jinyiwei nodded and turned around and left.

"I hope there will be no big trouble!" Pang Tong sighed with a little intention and worry.

...

Two days later, Zhao Feng, who was far away in Persia, received a handwritten book from Pang Tong.

"Hmm?" After seeing it, Zhao Feng was slightly stunned, "Qinger, do you know this mysterious race?"

"I don't know this, because there is no record in historical materials. However, if it is so powerful as the lonely man said, I'm afraid this is the werewolf clan!" Qing'er said.

"Werewolf clan?" Zhao Feng was slightly stunned, "Is there really such a race in this world?"

Zhao Feng has only heard of the werewolf clan or legend before, and has not really understood it. Does this race really exist?

"Of course, haven't you told you before? This world is not as simple as you imagined!" Qing'er nodded and said, "This so-called werewolf clan lives in the coldest place in the extreme north. Its combat power is strong and very cruel. If you fight against it, you must completely kill it!"

"So powerful?" Zhao Feng was slightly stunned. He seemed to remember that in his previous life, the werewolf clan was killed instantly or tortured. How could he be so strong?

"Of course, don't use your thoughts in the previous life to think about things in this life!" Qing'er gave Zhao Feng a blank look, "There are many such races in this world, such as the blood clan, the Egyptian pharaoh clan, the European angel clan, the devil clan, etc., and all have extremely powerful existences!"

"So that's it!" Zhao Feng nodded, "So what should I do when facing this werewolf clan?"

"Although the werewolf clan has strong combat power, it just means that its overall strength is strong and the individual strength is average. I don't know what kind of strength the wolf king of this generation is, but according to my estimate, it should be as strong as yours! So this time, as long as you go to the extreme north personally, it is easy to destroy the werewolf clan!" Qing'er gave her suggestions.

"Oh?" Zhao Feng raised his eyebrows, "Where are the two elders and the others?"

"You can bring the Mo brothers and sisters. As for the two elders of Zongheng and Xiang Pu, just stay here and continue fighting!" Qing'er said.

"Yes!" Zhao Feng nodded, then thought for a while and said, "Come on, call the generals to discuss matters!"

Soon, the generals came to Zhao Feng's tent.

"There is an emergency in the Northern Road and I need to go there, so Wen Yuan is the coach on this road for the time being! Feng Xiao and the three of you will do their best to assist Wen Yuan! Do you understand?" Zhao Feng Feng said.

"Lord, this..." Zhang Liao never expected that Zhao Feng would let him act as the head coach. He was not the best one in terms of strength or status!

"I said you can, you can do it!" Zhao Feng interrupted Zhang Liao's words, "Xiang Pu, Lin Zong, Lin Heng, you three stay here to deal with those difficult cultivators! Mo Yong and Mo Lan, you brother and sister will follow me to the extreme north!"

"Yes!" Zhao Feng had already made the decision, and everyone had no objection, and Zhang Liao's ability was there, and no one was dissatisfied.

"Okay, let's go back and Mo Yong and Mo Lan, you guys go back and prepare. In two quarters of an hour, we will set off!" Zhao Feng said.

"Yes!" The two nodded, with excitement on their faces, especially Molan, as if there was something huge happy event.

"You all go back too, just continue to march according to the previous plan!" Zhao Feng waved his hand.

"Yes! I'll leave!" The generals retreated, and only Zhao Feng and Sun Shangxiang were left in the tent.

"Hmph!" Sun Shangxiang snorted with some dissatisfaction, "Do you like Molan? Why should you take her there? Instead of taking Lin Zong and Lin Heng?"

"Hey, hey, what are you saying, little girl? If you are in trouble, I will help you. How can you do that?" Zhao Feng said with a bitter face, "Besides, this is Qing'er's suggestion! If you don't believe me, ask Qing'er."

"Is that true? Sister Qing'er?" Sun Shangxiang frowned slightly.

"Of course not, this is all Brother Feng's own idea!" Qing'er shrugged, as if this matter had nothing to do with her.

"Look, Sister Qing'er said that it was your own idea!" Sun Shangxiang said with a pout.

"!!!" What else can Zhao Feng say now?

"Qing'er, let's not bring such a person, right?" Zhao Feng said bitterly, "Didn't you say?"

"What am I talking about? A guy with lustful heart but no courage!" Qing'er curled her lips in resentment.

"You...!" Zhao Feng choked back by Qing'er's words. What does this mean?

"Hehe, Brother Feng, I'm creating a chance for you. Molan is a great beauty!" Qing'er said to Zhao Feng with a wicked smile and a way that only the two of them could hear.

"You little girl, I'd better think about how to lock the person in front of you! You don't know Xiang'er's temperament!" Zhao Feng gave Qing'er a blank look.

"Don't worry, leave this matter to me!" Qing'er nodded.

Immediately, Qing'er and Sun Shangxiang began to communicate. Of course, it was a way that Zhao Feng could not hear. Zhao Feng had no choice but to sit there, waiting for the end of the communication between the two.

Soon, it seemed that only a few words were spent, the conversation between Qing'er and Sun Shangxiang ended. Sun Shangxiang's pretty face turned slightly red, and then glared at Zhao Feng shyly: "Don't let Mo Yong go this time!"

"What?" Zhao Feng was stunned for a while, and suddenly reacted, "Hey, hey, I haven't said anything yet, right? Why did you decide for me?"

What does Sun Shangxiang and Qing'er mean? It should be obvious, right? If Zhao Feng doesn't understand this, it's no different from a fool!
Chapter completed!