In the early morning at Qianlong Villa, the white mist was still washing away, and there was a bit of coolness in the air.
Feng Feiyun put on a white Luo Yun silk robe, put a white hairband on her head, and tied her hair in a high bun, just like a gentle and talented scholar.
This is also the first time that Feng Jianxue has seen someone else's handsome appearance. Unexpectedly, this bastard actually has some temperament, and he can definitely be regarded as a handsome young master.
Feng Jianxue gathered her thoughts, turned around, no longer looked at him, and said with a cold face: "Feng Yu is a genius of the third line of the Feng family. He is now sixteen years old. Although he is young, his cultivation level is very high.
It's scary. A strong man from my uncle's generation once fought against him, but was defeated by him with one punch. This man is as powerful as a savage beast."
"No matter how talented a genius is, if he is not lucky, he still cannot become a master, but this Fengyu is a person with great luck. When he was a child, he found a secret place in the ancient mirror ring mountain and obtained
After drinking a drop of the spiritual spring, his bones will be tempered and his body will be tempered. His body will be so strong that even a sword cannot pierce his skin."
Feng Feiyun was originally a little disdainful of the fifth-generation talent of the Feng family, but after listening to Feng Jianxue's words, he became cautious. Lingquan is a divine material on the same level as elixirs. He drank a drop of it.
Lingquan can definitely change a person's physique to an extraordinary level.
This Fengyu is by no means an ordinary person.
Feng Hao was sent away by his servant last night. For a cultivator with a broken Dantian, he is no longer qualified to be called Qianlong, and naturally he is not qualified to stay in Qianlong Villa.
This is the tragedy of a cultivator. Once the foundation is destroyed, the whole body is destroyed.
Feng Ming's face was full of anger, and he clenched his fists tightly and said: "Sister Jianxue, you are the strongest among us. We must let Feng Yu return his capital and profits."
There are only two months left before the Qianlong War, and almost all the talents of the fifth generation of the Feng family have arrived from all directions. At this time, the martial arts arena is already crowded with people.
Eighteen red copper pillars as thick as buckets were inserted in eighteen directions of the martial arts arena. They were burning with raging fire. The formations were burned into the copper pillars, which condensed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as the source to support the flames in the copper pillars.
destroy.
Each of these eighteen copper pillars is a hundred feet high and weighs more than one hundred thousand kilograms. They are engraved with ferocious ancient animal patterns, emitting a little red light, forming a light mask.
In the martial arts arena, a fist shadow as big as a millstone was blasted out and hit the mask of light. It only caused circles of ripples, but did not shatter the mask of light.
"boom!"
A burly young man, wearing a pair of black iron shoes, fell from the air and landed on the ground, causing the entire martial arts arena to tremble.
A wave of air overflowed from his feet and spread out in all directions.
"puff!"
Just the power of this air wave shocked the Feng family disciple standing opposite him so much that he vomited blood, and his body flew upside down like a kite with broken strings.
"Another move. Is there not even one person who can take my two moves today?" Feng Yu said in a rough voice. He put away the iron shoes on his feet and glanced at the Feng family disciples outside the martial arts arena. He was obviously exposed.
A look of disdain.
"Feng Yu is indeed a genius of the third lineage. I didn't expect that even Feng Xu of the fifth lineage was defeated by him with one move."
"That's not even a move, it's only half a move!"
"Feng Yu is only sixteen years old this year. He has already reached the early stage of Immortal Root and has developed Qiniu Strength. Even among his uncles, there are only a handful of people who can compete with him."
"I heard that the head of the family has secretly given instructions that today's Qianlong battle will be a battle of elites. Only those who catch Feng Yu's three moves on the ring are qualified to be called Qianlong."
"Feng Yu's cultivation is too abnormal. Not to mention taking three of his moves, there are very few people in the fifth generation of the Feng family who can take one of his moves."
…
While everyone was talking, they made tut-tsk sounds. It was obvious that Feng Yu's tyrannical strength had frightened them.
Of course, there are also those who are talented and bold, and sneer: "Feng Yu is indeed very strong, but he is not the strongest in the fifth generation of the Feng family."
The one who spoke was a young man holding an iron sword in his hand. He was thin in appearance and had yellow skin. The sword in his hand was like other people's. The sword was covered in rust and there were many gaps on the blade.
This isn't a sword at all, it's just a broken piece of iron.
Feng Feiyun had squeezed into the crowd at this moment, and happened to be squeezed beside the young man. He looked at the young man carefully and couldn't help but smile: "The Feng family is one of the top families in Nantai Mansion.
1. The fifth generation, known as the golden generation of the Feng family, is naturally filled with talented people. Feng Yu is indeed not the strongest. But I really want to know, who is the strongest in the fifth generation of the Feng family?
"
Feng Feiyun did not suppress his voice at all!
The martial arts arena, which was originally a bustling place, turned silent because of his words. Everyone focused their eyes on him, and everyone seemed to be gloating about his misfortune.
Feng Yu, who was standing in the martial arts arena, naturally fixed his eyes on Feng Feiyun and snorted coldly: "I also want to know who is the strongest in the fifth generation of the Feng family. So I will go there in advance.
This set the stage for the arena, but half a month has passed, but no one can take my three moves."
Feng Feiyun didn't expect this guy to answer the question so quickly, so he moved his eyes away from the down-and-out young man, turned to the martial arts arena, and yelled disdainfully: "You just want to express that you are the Feng family by saying this.
The strongest of the fifth generation?"
"哓哓! I never said that, but so far, no one has defeated me!" Feng Yu folded his hands and showed a cold smile with white teeth.
Feng Feiyun's eyes squinted slightly, and he clearly saw that the down-and-out young man's hand had moved slightly just now, and a traceless murderous intention flowed in his eyes.
This wisp of murderous intent was very subtle. There were many experts present, but only Feng Feiyun noticed it.
Feng Feiyun cursed loudly: "I'll choke you! What I hate the most is a self-righteous person like you. You act like I'm the best in the world. It's so annoying. I won't throw a pair of shoes at you!"
As he spoke, Feng Feiyun actually took off his shoes and threw them into the martial arts arena.
Although Feng Feiyun seemed very arrogant, he was indeed relieved and expressed the feelings of countless people present.
Feng Yu was indeed too domineering and his attacks were so ruthless that many of the family members had their Dantian shattered by him and became useless.
Feng Feiyun's shoes naturally did not hit Feng Yu's body, but it was more effective than hitting him. It immediately made the Feng family disciples outside the martial arts field laugh collectively, and they did not know whether they were laughing at Feng Feiyun.
, still laughing at his Feng Yu.
Feng Yu's face lost all control, he clenched his fists and said coldly: "Boy, if you dare to go on stage to fight me, I will break all your bones with one punch."
"If you don't dare, I will come to meet you right now." Feng Feiyun was full of energy, his spirit was shaken, and he rushed towards the martial arts field with rapid strides.
Everyone held their breath at this moment and became extremely nervous. After all, this kid with no background dared to provoke Feng Yu, so he must have extraordinary abilities.
A shocking battle seems to be about to begin!
"Ouch!"
But Feng Feiyun was just halfway through the charge when he tripped over a piece of rubble and fell to the ground. He fell hard and couldn't get up from the ground for a long time.
Feng Yanxue, who was standing not far behind him, was speechless. She rubbed her forehead with her fingers and almost fainted from anger.
"This idiot doesn't know how to practice, but he dares to imitate others in fighting in the ring. It's so embarrassing!"
Feng Jianxue's body drifted, like a white shadow walking through the crowd. In an instant, she stood in front of Feng Feiyun and lifted him up.
With Feng Jianxue's help, Feng Feiyun finally stood up, straightened his clothes with a serious face, and his eyes became firm again, saying: "Jianxue, you should know that I am a person with perseverance and perseverance.
A true man with perseverance, he just made a mistake, this battle is inevitable."
After saying that, he strode towards the martial arts arena again.
Feng Jianxue was so angry that he almost vomited blood!
"Idiot, get back!"
A war sword flew out of nowhere and fell into her hand. The sword knocked Feng Feiyun back, and she took advantage of it to leap over the copper pillar and stand in the martial arts arena.
"call out!"
She stood with her sword horizontally, her posture proud, and although she was only ten steps away from Feng Yu, she locked Feng Yu's aura with her sword intent.
Her beautiful eyes were even sharper, her pupils glowed, and the shadow of a sword shuttled between them.
"Who are you?" Feng Yu felt the pressure and became cautious.
Before Feng Jianxue could speak, Feng Feiyun's voice came from outside the martial arts arena, shouting: "My wife!"
Feng Feiyun was slapped back by Feng Jianxue's sword just now, and fell directly to the ground. At this moment, he got up from the ground, with dirt still on his forehead.
"Hey, my wife!"
Feng Feiyun smiled silly at the Feng family disciples around him, looking quite familiar with them.
Feng Jianxue showed a speechless expression again, and even the sword spirit in her body almost collapsed with anger. If she had not been standing on the martial arts field, she would have picked up the sword and cut off Feng Feiyun's tongue first!
When will this embarrassing thing stop?
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