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After waiting for a long time, a calm voice came from the room: "Oh, it's Feng Er, come in!"
"squeak!…"
Feng second-hand pushed the door open and walked in. There was a wide screen two steps away from the door. On the screen, there was an embroidery of thousands of horses galloping, chasing the flamingos that had flown into the air, especially the white horse leading the way. There were actually a pair of pairs of horses growing on its abdomen.
Feather-like wings, four hooves stepping on the blue sky, looking up to the sky and roaring.
After bypassing the screen, the door curtain blocked the scene inside, but one could still vaguely see a person sitting there.
Feng Er stood in front of the door curtain and respectfully addressed the people inside: "Master!"
"Come in!"
Opening the door curtain with his hand, Feng Er walked in and looked at the young man who was reading at night. He was dressed in velvet white clothes. His long hair was pierced with men's jade beads. There were only two strands of long hair coming down from his shoulders. He had a rosy complexion and was tall and straight.
The bridge of the nose, a pair of heroic sword-shaped eyebrows, especially the pair of striking eyes, and the smile on the corner of the mouth.
The second young master of the Feng family, Feng Han’s brother, Feng Ling.
This little genius from the family spent five years reaching the fifth level of psychics, and he was still at the peak. He had a vague feeling that he was about to break through to the sixth level.
He looked at the book in his hand, without looking at Feng Er, and said in a slight tone: "If you have anything to do, please tell me?"
Hearing Feng Ling's question, Feng Er suddenly hesitated, whether he should speak or keep silent. His panic made him confused. After waiting for a long time, Feng Ling turned his eyes and looked at him. When he saw Feng Er's
With a complicated expression, a frown on his brow, a raised eyebrow, and a heavy snort: "Humph, tell me, what's the matter, Feng Er, you are not like this normally."
When Feng Er heard this, he was so frightened that he quickly knelt down and shouted: "Master, please spare Feng Er."
"Forgive you, haha, I didn't say I wanted to punish you. Okay, if you have something to say quickly, there must be something important if you come so late." Feng Ling said with a smile.
Feng Er nodded repeatedly, and then said to Feng Ling: "Master, this is what happened. This matter started a few days ago. At that time, Feng Er just walked out of the young master's villa and met Feng Han.
…”
Feng Er told what happened in detail. From Feng Ling's nonchalant attitude at first, to his frowning and eyes rolling, when Feng Er finished speaking, Feng Ling asked him after thinking about it: "What did you say?"
Is it absolutely true?”
"Master, Feng Er doesn't dare to deceive at all, it's absolutely true!!"
Feng Ling put down the book in his hand, frowned and thought, and said to himself: "How is it possible? Feng Han is the adopted son of his third uncle. When he was young, he was tested and found that he could not absorb spiritual energy. It has been the fault of the Feng family for so many years.
, the first loser who can’t practice. According to what you said, he was able to practice only in the past few days, and he even defeated you with his first-level psychic ability. Feng Er, am I right in what I said?”
After listening to Fengling briefly telling what happened, Feng Er nodded quickly and kept saying, "Yes, Master, that's it."
"Impossible, how is this possible?" Feng Ling stood up from the chair all of a sudden, mumbling that it was impossible. Such a thing really made him unbelievable. A loser who had not been able to practice for several years could actually do it in just a short time.
Within a few days, those who can practice successfully can enter the first level of channeling.
Feng Er quickly said: "Master, it's true. Feng Er almost died. After thinking about it for the past few days, Feng Er suspected..." At this point, Feng Er stopped talking and just looked at it with his eyes.
The lost master Fengling.
"What do you suspect?" Feng Ling looked at him and asked.
"Master, Feng Er suspects that that boy Feng Han must have obtained some rare treasure. Only rare treasures can enable him to practice in a short period of time."
Fengling asked: "Exotic treasure?"
He suddenly realized that perhaps, only rare treasures could explain the past. Otherwise, a loser who had not been able to practice for several years would suddenly be able to practice. Regarding rare treasures, Fengling also listened to his father and
The great elder once said that that kind of thing is rare to find in a hundred years or a thousand years, like some kind of elixir that increases one's cultivation, or that can open up the meridians of the body, such as red fruits and corals, etc.
But none of them were as magical as Feng Er said. This matter made Feng Ling puzzled and started to think about it.
Feng Er looked at Master Feng Ling and did not dare to say a word.
After waiting for a while, Feng Ling suddenly raised his head and said to Feng Er: "This matter is really unbelievable. I need to make sure. Let's do it. Just in the past few days, Cangqiong Mountain, ten miles away from Fenghuo Town, came.
A group of bandits, the strongest is only a second-grade psychic. Tomorrow you pick a few guards, and then call Feng Han, and then test it out. If he really has a treasure, then~~~" Feng Ling said
Here, I made a hand-cutting action.
How could Feng Er not understand? He quickly said: "Yes." However, thinking about the cold wind that day, he was frightened. After thinking about it, he said to Master Feng Ling: "Master, Feng Er can't beat him.
We were defeated by him last time."
"Hmph, don't worry about this. I have prepared a good thing for you. Come with me." Feng Ling turned around and came to the bookshelf. He pressed the pearl on the bookshelf with his hand, and a secret door appeared in front of Feng Er.
Seeing Feng Ling walking in, Feng Er quickly followed behind.
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When the sun rose from the east the next day, powerful spiritual energy burst out from time to time in the only hut of the Feng family. Feng Han, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes and punched out with both hands, and the true energy in his body surged out.
Just when it was about to hit the table, it suddenly disappeared.
"Haha, after a night of hard work, I finally became a second-level psychic." Feng Han said happily.
After checking the true energy in the body, he found that the cyclone in the Dantian had increased again, twice as much as when he was a first-level psychic. It seemed that his strength was not an exaggeration even if he could compete with a third-level psychic.
Just when I was happy, there were sudden knocks on the door: "Dong dong!!"
"Who?" Feng Han asked, looking at the door.
"Feng Han, Butler Feng asked me to call you over and say that we have something to talk about." Hearing what the person outside the door said, Feng Han thought about it: "Feng Er wants to talk to me about something? Haha, that's really funny. I almost killed him last time.
Xiao Ming, it seems that he has told that person that he has broken through to the second level of psychic, let’s see what kind of trouble your Feng Er can stir up.”
After thinking about it, he shouted to the door: "Okay, I got it, I'll be there right away."
When Feng Han came to Feng Er's residence, he saw Feng Er and a few guards wearing armor who didn't know what they were talking about. At this time, Feng Er also saw Feng Han and said enthusiastically: "Brother Feng Han, here we come.
.”
Feng Han nodded: "I wonder what Butler Feng wants to see me for?"
"It's like this. Recently, a group of bandits came to Cangqiong Mountain. I was asked to take a few people to deal with it. No, I thought of brother Feng Han. This is a wonderful job." Feng Er said to Feng Han with a smile.
What was going on? After hearing this, Feng Han nodded in understanding, then turned to look at the four family guards in the room, three first-level psychics, one second-level psychic, plus Feng Er, the second-level psychic, and him.
Own.
Everyone in the clan knows that going out for business is a good job. For example, after a bandit is killed, they don't have to hand over all the money they stole. Some of it can fall into their own pockets. After Feng Han thought about it for a moment, he nodded in agreement:
"Well, there's nothing wrong with the clan anyway."
Feng Er smiled and said: "Okay, let's set off now and try to come back before dark."
In Cangqiong Mountain, ten miles away from Fenghuo Town, there are often bandits and bandits, and they have to be cleared out several times a month. It just so happens that the east of Fenghuo Town is under the jurisdiction of the Feng family, and the north is under the jurisdiction of the Huo family, so they do not interfere with each other.
, however, secret rivalries are common.
It took an hour for a group of six people to ride on horseback and arrive at Cangqiong Mountain. Feng Han raised his head and looked at the endless mountains. At this time, Feng Er said: "Brothers, that place on the mountain is where the bandits gather.
There are not many thieves, among them the leader is a second-grade psychic, and the rest are ordinary people who have not cultivated. It is still the old rule, only half of the money turned over is taken."
Because it was an uphill road, it was very inconvenient to ride a horse. All six of them dismounted and moved forward. After walking for about half an hour on the mountain road, Feng Er stopped and pointed to the building in front of him and said, "That's their cottage. Wait a minute."
If you can read my gestures, let's rush out together and resolve the battle as quickly as possible."
To Feng Han and the other six people, there was nothing scary about this group of bandits. The leader was a second-level psychic, so the rest were not afraid. Feng Han and the four guards nodded and looked at the black building in front of them. There were six people at the door.
There were two rows of guards, and there were ten people on the gatehouse, but it was unclear how many there were inside the stronghold.
Feng Er then shouted: "Do it!"
"Whoosh!"
The first one rushed out, followed closely by the four guards. Only Feng Han did not go out. Instead, he looked at Feng Second and others and smiled, then jumped out, fought overwhelmingly, and faced the bandits face to face.
Knocked down easily.
"Come in quickly, come down and kill the leader together." After Feng Er knocked away the bandit with one palm, he kicked open the door with both feet, and saw more than 20 bandits rushing out from the inside holding big knives and spears, walking at the end.
The leader in front of him, with a red scarf on his head and a machete in his hand, confronted Feng Er menacingly.
Feng Han was not in a hurry. He flew one with one hand and one with one foot. The seven or eight bandits around him were eliminated in an instant. He didn't even get half a stick of incense. All the more than twenty bandits were eliminated. Now only the remaining bandits are left.
The leader who follows Feng and fights alone.
Feng Er quickly shouted: "Come and solve it quickly!"
At this moment, Fenghan responded: "Come on!"
He jumped up and came to Feng Er's side. When Feng Er saw that the person coming was Feng Han, he said, "Let's take him down together."
"Okay!" Feng Han launched a fierce attack with both hands, and he was about to hit the leader. The leader was even more frightened and quickly retreated. Feng Er saw that he was chasing after him. Feng Han's attack suddenly changed and he headed towards Feng Er.
Type quickly.
Feeling the sharp wind of his palm, Feng Er quickly turned his head, saw Feng Han's attack coming, and shouted in silence: "Feng Han, what are you doing?"