She wanted to know why she was abandoned!

"Hui? You are." Feng Qing'er keenly caught some words.

Xiao Yan smiled, not caring what Feng Qing'er knew, and said: "She is the Taixu Ancient Dragon who lives outside."

"Hmph!" Zi Yan tossed her hair and looked at Feng Qing'er arrogantly.

How dare you challenge Xiao Yan? You are braver than Taixu Ancient Dragon.

"Taixu Ancient Dragon!!" Feng Qing'er was frightened, her legs softened, and she sat down on the chair, looking at Zi Yan in surprise.

This turned out to be Taixu Ancient Dragon! No wonder she is so powerful that even Fei Tian of the Eight-Star Douzong can't do anything to her.

Xiao Yan glanced at Feng Qing'er, whose clothes were in tatters. He was startled and suddenly revealed some beauty. He also shook his head and said: "Qing Lin, take her to change clothes. These tatters are

, I don’t know, but you think I did something to her to ruin the reputation of our Yan League.”

"I know, Master Xiao Yan."

Not long after Qing Lin took Feng Qing'er away, Lord Tianhuo appeared from the wormhole in space and said, "Then Lord Wind is here."

Xiao Yan's eyes narrowed and he said to the people around him: "You should go back and rest first. I want to talk to Lord Feng alone."

The others left the room after hearing this. Even Lord Skyfire did not stay, but just guarded outside the room. With Xiao Yan's strength, even if Lord Feng suddenly burst into flames, Lord Skyfire would still have time to rescue him.

Naturally, Xiao Yan is not afraid of Master Feng. After all, the little medical fairy is also in the guest room next to him, silently guarding him.

After a while, the door of the room was pushed open, and Lord Feng came alone.

Xiao Yan was the only one sitting on the chair in the room. Master Feng couldn't help but look Xiao Yan up and down, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked in a deep voice: "Master Xiao Yan, please forgive me for being direct, I want to ask you, what are you practicing?"

Is that skill called Burning Technique?"

When Lord Feng asked about the word "Burn Jue", Xiao Yan's keen soul power clearly sensed his excitement, and there was a trace of hope in his eyes, but he was not greedy, unlike Han Feng.

Xiao Yan did not hide anything, nodded, and took out the Bone Flame Ring from the void space.

Before coming to the Sifang Pavilion Conference, Xiao Yan hid the Bone Flame Ring long ago.

"Bone Flame Ring! This is the Na Ring I made for him!" Seeing the Na Na Ring, Feng Zun took a few steps closer excitedly. Even without holding it in his hand, he could tell at a glance that this ring was

Osteitis ring.

"Xiao Yan, where did you get this ring? Where is the owner of this ring now!?" Master Feng asked excitedly. He has been looking for it for almost twenty years!

The soul power of Xiao Yan's spiritual realm naturally knows that Master Feng is very sincere in his heart at this time. What Master Feng wants to know is not the whereabouts of Fenjue, nor the cold fire of bone spirit, but the news about the master of Najie.

The Great Elder Su Qian was right. Venerable Feng had indeed been looking for the whereabouts of Venerable Yao. Xiao Yan could read it from his eyes. This person was indeed a life-and-death acquaintance with Venerable Yao. His eyes could not deceive Xiao Yan.

.

After Xiao Yan was silent for a few seconds, he threw the Bone Flame Ring to Lord Feng and said in a deep voice: "This Ring was obtained by my mother by chance. There was once a trace of a weak soul body in it, but later the soul body dissipated.

.”

Master Feng's soul power instantly entered the Na Ring. When he sensed the familiar soul power in the Na Ring and felt that the traces of the soul had completely dissipated, his body staggered and he stumbled backwards, falling to the ground.

on the chair.

Hunxuzi also sensed it at the beginning and told Xiao Yan that there was indeed a soul body in this Najie, but the trace of the soul was too weak and he died before he could survive.

Although Master Feng was not as good as Hun Xuzi, he could still sense it and knew that Xiao Yan was not lying.

It is hard to imagine what kind of situation a Dou Zun would be in that could not even stand firmly.

Master Feng looked at the Najie in front of him, his body couldn't stop trembling, and his withered hands held the Najie tremblingly. In an instant, Master Feng's hair turned white visibly to the naked eye.

The belief that had been supporting him completely collapsed.

It is said that Master Feng never believed that Master Yao was dead and had been searching for him for more than ten years. Han Feng also ran to the Black Corner Region to avoid Master Feng.

Just like some people don't want to believe that the missing person is dead until they see the body.

But at this time, what Xiao Yan brought was not good news, but news of death.

"Old man, didn't you say that your soul is so powerful that you won't die? Didn't you have the bone spirit and cold fire to protect your life?"

Tick ​​tock, a drop of clear tears fell from the old eyes of Lord Feng, and the sound was so sad.

Xiao Yan watched silently from the side. At least the Yao Zun was not blind all the time. This acquaintance of life and death had not crossed paths.

It's a pity that he couldn't see it.

Venerable Feng leaned back on the chair weakly, his eyes were closed tightly, and tears could not stop flowing from the corners of his eyes. He grasped the Najie tightly with both hands, as if to grasp Venerable Yao's hand, unwilling to accept him.

The fact of leaving.

Xiao Yan did not speak, and kept sitting aside, quietly looking at the miserable old man in front of him.

At this time, he was not the famous Feng Zun in the Fighting Continent, but an old man who had lost the most important friend in his life.

The sun sets slowly from noon to the west, and the sunset shines through the window and falls on the old man.

His withered hands slowly loosened up, and Master Feng opened his eyes. He knew that there was no way he could catch what had disappeared.

"Then Han Feng has been killed by me." Xiao Yan said.

"Really? He should also be happy to have a successor like you." Venerable Feng was neither happy nor sad at this time. Everyone was dead, and revenge was meaningless.

With a click, Master Feng gently placed the ring on the table, grabbed the armrests of the chair with both hands, and stood up vigorously, like a dying old man.

Finally, he turned around and glanced at Najie on the table, nodded to Xiao Yan, and staggered toward the door.

At this time, there was no Feng Zun in Xiao Yan's eyes, only an old man who was unsteady when walking, with cloudy eyes and a hunched back.

tenth day!!!
Chapter completed!