The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Yun Ying was puzzled, Feng Jing obviously knew that the scene just now was a promotional method of the commercial company, there were not many valuable treasures in the lantern, even if there were, they would not easily let them get it, why did they spend twice as much money to catch the lantern.

Feng Jing leaned against the side of the boat and sat down, seeing her frowning slightly, silently asking him why, she said with a smile: "I can't let Han Lao Er take advantage of everything."

Second Han?

Yun Ying remembered that he also mentioned this name just now, and said that when he saw him in the future, he must repeat that inference again.

Could it be that Han Er Er is the young son who left just now, and Feng Jing knew him?

Even if they knew each other, could this lantern also follow the owner, who could recognize that it was an old friend of the owner, and then take the initiative to fly over?
Yun Ying couldn't understand Feng Jing's self-confidence, but Feng Jing really managed to win over a large number of lanterns effortlessly.

He clasped his hands together in front of his chest, his ten fingers fluttered like phoenix wings, and an extremely hidden golden-red light flew out of his hands, easily covering the fleeing lanterns and bringing them back to Feng Jing's hand.

At first glance, it looked as if those lanterns were about to fly towards him.

Seeing the densely packed locust-like lanterns gathering towards him, Yunying hurriedly pressed his arm: "Enough is enough, it will be too eye-catching if you catch it any longer."

Sure enough, Feng Jing no longer cast spells, but just put all the lanterns flying towards her into the storage bag, Yunying roughly counted them, probably there are nearly ten thousand lanterns.

The treasures in a lantern, no matter how bad it is, are worth hundreds of low-grade spirit stones. Nearly ten thousand lanterns are indeed worth the fare, but...

Yun Ying stiffened her back, feeling the hostile gazes from all directions, and asked Feng Jing in a low voice: "The third son will go ashore later, how do you plan to get out?"

Feng Jing was still at ease, leaning on the side of the boat and looking at the sky and clouds reflected in the river.

Yunying took a deep breath, forget it, she should adopt the mentality of a nosy old lady, no one is worried about doing it, why should she worry, she just needs to play the role of a maid well.

The cruise ship docked, and many monks gathered around the boat. They were afraid of Feng Jing's strength and didn't dare to act rashly, but they surrounded him with a sea of ​​people so that he couldn't get out. You can tell what's on your mind just by looking at it.

Yun Ying secretly became nervous, and touched her waist.

When she left the sect, she deliberately hid the soft knife in her waist, just to save the step of summoning and seize the opportunity.But now that there are so many people around, the little advantage she snatched is undoubtedly useless.

But no matter what, if someone really dared to attack Feng Jing in public, she would definitely block it without hesitation.

Why block instead of deathmatch?

The guards in this town are not just for nothing, they can turn a blind eye to the things in those small dark alleys, how can they let the bloodshed happen under the watchful eyes of everyone?

After calculating the plan in her heart, Yun Ying calmed down, and her eyes scanned everyone who intended to get close to Feng Jing.

But what Feng Jing did was somewhat beyond her expectation, he directly took out a lantern and tore it up, exposing the treasure inside to everyone.

"Turn the ice dragon fruit three times, it's not interesting." He shook his head, and lightly tossed the ice dragon fruit upwards, and the fruit flew into the distance.

Immediately, a few figures in the crowd chased after him, and the rest of the people were a little agitated, looking at Feng Jing's movements in amazement.