Discussions in the tea shop are still going on every day, and from time to time there will be fights between a few people with strong spiritual powers due to disagreements. This is extremely normal. And there are hidden secrets among these ordinary people.

There are a few people with extremely high spiritual power, they are the disciples and disciples of Feng Zhengzong.

"Master, we have found out that Yu Wen Hanyue has lost all his spiritual power."

"Well, this Biluochun is pretty good."

Feng Xinglang, who was sitting in the lounge on the second floor, took a sip of tea, as if he didn't care much about the doorman's report. These were all expected things. He stared at a figure looking out of the window for a long time, until

She disappeared in front of him and then withdrew his gaze.

Then he put the tea cup in his hand on the table, "Go and spread this matter."

"yes."

Without any hesitation, the figure disappeared from the teahouse. Within an hour, people throughout the empire were already discussing the matter of Yuwen Hanyue, the sixth daughter of the Yuwen family, losing all her spiritual power. Of course, this matter also went smoothly.

The news reached the ears of the emperor.

Feng Xinglang lowered his head and sneered. Now he didn't look as cynical as before. To outsiders, he seemed to have a calculated smile. He took the teapot and poured some hot water into the teacup.

"Luoshuang, you will be very busy in the future."

At the same time, Yuwen Luoshuang, who was sitting in the inn, sneezed hard, and then heard a burst of birdsong from outside.

"It's really strange. There are still birds in this weather?"

When she poked her head out of the room, she saw a fiery red phantom suddenly appearing in the eastern sky. She thought she was deceived, and then wiped it hard with the back of her hand, but the phantom actually appeared.

A growing red color appears.

Some people began to scream in panic downstairs, and many people began to run out of their homes. Suddenly, the lively street became deserted.

She couldn't hear what the people downstairs were afraid of, so she closed the window in confusion. The moment she closed the window, she felt the smell of blood in the wind.

The boy who delivered the meal also knocked on Yuwen Luoshuang's door. She packed her things carefully and then went up to open the door.

"Master Luoshuang, this is your delay. By the way, you should not go out recently. The weather outside has become too weird."

"Is something going to happen?"

"Young Master, don't you know?" The boy looked at the rumored god-like figure with a strange look, but continued what he said, "The red phantom that appeared in the Eastern Continent is a sign that the Demon King is about to be born. If

The birth of the Demon King must be a big chaos."

"I still know something about this, but why are everyone so worried? If the Demon Emperor appears, won't Feng Zhengzong and the Yuwen family be there to destroy him?"

"That's because the young master doesn't know." Unknowingly, the young man sat down opposite Yuwen Luoshuang, and then began to talk about what he knew incessantly, dancing and dancing, almost

Yuwen Luoshuang was not amused.
Chapter completed!