The morning light peeked out from the mountains, dispersing all the darkness on the woods, roads, and earth.
After Fengxiang welcomed the strong neutral faction onto the terrace, he suddenly felt something in his heart and tilted his head to look east.
Feng Xinxiao's steps were steady, like a green pine taking root on the cliff, and every step made a sound. Countless circular arcs of light suddenly condensed in his eyes, and he looked over at this moment. Two sharp gazes met in the air, causing waves of roars, like silver lightning falling from the sky, and they collided with each other, making a sizzling sound.
But the strange thing is that there are only bursts of roaring sounds, and there is no stirring of spiritual power.
With the cultivation of an emperor, he has mastered every inch of skin and every cell on his body to such a fine level that he can prevent a feather from being added or a fly to fall. He can even control the spiritual energy in the Dan Lake freely. Leave no trace behind, move as you wish, close or release, all in one thought.
When King Kong saw this scene, his eyes shrank slightly. He knew in his heart that although he could reach this point, he would definitely not be so easy. He would leave some room and not get angry at all.
As for Ouyang Ming, he looked enigmatic and elusive. Breathe in and out, and gently let out the turbid air in your chest.
Xiaohong moved slightly, jumped from Dahuang's head to his shoulders, gently tipped her slender calves to Ouyang Ming's ears, moved her eyes to the Phoenix Clan totem, and said mysteriously: "Little Mingzi, let me tell you a secret. I heard from my grandpa that if the Phoenix Clan’s totem emits purple light, the spiritual energy of the entire ancestral star will boil. The Phoenix Clan who triggers such a phenomenon will receive unimaginable benefits and a great inheritance.”
He blinked his big eyes, which were full of envy. However, no matter how great the benefits Ouyang Ming received, he would not feel the slightest bit jealous.
"Really?" Ouyang Ming looked curious.
Xiaohong's eyes flickered twice, and her tone was softer: "It should be true, grandpa has never lied to me." When he said the word grandpa, little stars twinkled in his eyes, full of pride.
His grandfather is Feng Mu.
Ouyang Ming's heart felt warm. He could naturally hear Xiaohong's dependence on his grandfather in Xiaohong's words. This dependence was very similar to his dependence on the old craftsman when he was still in the military camp. A look of emotion flashed in his eyes, and his eyes were casual. Glancing over the high platform.
On the high platform, Feng Yun sat next to Feng Xiang.
He is the main representative of the neutral faction this time. He is unparalleled in strength, has earth-shattering cultivation, and has noble morals. He deserves to be sitting next to Feng Xiang. Moreover, he is one of the people who Feng Xiang and Feng Xinxiao must please. .
Feng Yun gently knocked his chin, looked at the totem in the center of the terrace, with a look of contemplation in his eyes, and chuckled: "Brother Fengxiang, you are well-informed. It is said that there is an amazing inheritance in this totem. I don't know whether it is true or not. ?”
Feng Xiang was slightly startled, but he recovered in an instant and said with a wry smile: "Brother Feng Yun, you are deliberately asking this question to make things difficult for me. This question has troubled the Feng clan for more than ten thousand years. Even if I want to say it, I can't. I don't know!" As he spoke, he blinked slightly. As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes casually glanced at Ouyang Ming, with a hint of deep meaning.
Feng Xinxiao tapped the chair surface with her fingers and said coldly: "It's almost time, let's start the competition!"
Before Fengxiang nodded, he made his own decision. He closed his palms lightly, and a snapping sound came from his palms. Immediately, an old man with gray hair and a childlike face walked into the field. He had a kind face, bowed slightly, and said with a hearty smile: "My lord, Feng Xiao, I have met fellow Taoists. I am hosting this competition. As we all know, cultivation is like sailing against the current. If you don't keep the word "diligence" in your heart, it will be difficult for you to follow the path of diligence. , the concept of learning is boundless, and this competition is only possible within the Phoenix Clan." Although these words were said beautifully, they actually meant something. As expected, before the voice fell, countless pairs of eyes moved like probes. To Feng Ling.
Fengling's outstanding talent was well-known in the ancestral land.
His words were obviously insinuations and were meant for Feng Ling.
The cruel look in Feng Ling's eyes flashed away, and she kept sneering in her heart. She was ready to show off her power from the beginning. I want to see how long you can be proud of it
Feng Xiao smiled proudly and looked around. Seeing that no one had any objections, he cupped his hands and said: "Okay, I think everyone is impatient. In this case, let's start the competition. The first competition is weapon refining. This is the Feng clan. The foundation of our foundation!" His words were clear and concise, and spread out. With a wave of his hand, an old man with cloudy eyes slowly walked out of the mist.
The old man's face was covered with wrinkles, ravines, and blocked Qi, giving him a hint of decay.
Especially his hands, covered with thick calluses, made the terrace crackle when he stepped on them. Every time he took a step, the aura on his body became more ethereal. When he came under the Phoenix Clan totem, he had completely integrated into the world and resonated with the world. It seems that if he doesn't do this, this world will become incomplete and incomplete, and the surroundings will exude an atmosphere of peace.
"Master!" Seeing this scene, Ouyang Ming thought of the word "blessed soul" in his mind, and thought to himself, this kind of background is really profound.
The old man cupped his fists slightly and said in a loud voice: "I'm Feng Duxin, Master Ou, please!" Obviously, he had obtained Ouyang Ming's information in advance, otherwise he would not be called Master Ouyang Ming.
Ouyang Ming glanced at the old man, fighting spirit surged in his eyes, and whispered: "Please."
Feng Duxi's eyes flashed with energy, and he said: "Master Ou, be careful. Although my cultivation level is only at the peak of the Venerable Master, I have never lost in forging!"
Ouyang Ming nodded lightly without refuting. At this moment, Feng Duxin seemed to hit a ball of cotton with all his strength. This feeling of powerlessness made him extremely uncomfortable. He has tried to refine weapons with thousands of people before, but he has never met an opponent like Ou Yangming.
After forcing this thought down, a majestic fighting spirit condensed out, rising step by step. The two of them actually started fighting from this moment on.
Feng Xiang's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. He glanced at Feng Xinxiao with a sinister look in his eyes and said coldly: "You even invited Mr. Xin to come out. Are you really unscrupulous?"
Feng Xinxiao didn't answer, but when she saw Feng Xiang's deflated expression, she felt indescribably happy.
On the terrace, Feng Xiao took a deep breath, looked deeply at the two people, and thought to himself, this human race venerable, in terms of momentum alone, is not inferior, it seems that he really has a few brushes, which is a pity.
I want to think about it, but I still have to do what needs to be done. Only with a wave of his old long sleeves and a raise of his hand, a stream of light emitted, and a small cauldron the size of a palm fell on the battle platform. A mysterious artistic conception erupted, and countless bamboo slips were inserted upside down in the small cauldron.
His hair was slightly messy and flying in all directions. He said softly: "The equipment refined this time is random. In order to ensure fairness, I will use the Qimen Dunjia technique to temporarily cover up the secret of heaven." As he said that, he flicked his middle finger into the void. Press, and immediately, a bamboo slip flew out of the small cauldron, spinning constantly in the spiritual energy, like a top.
Feng Xiao's eyes narrowed, and he opened his right hand, unleashing a powerful suction force.
The bamboo stick came straight to his palm. On the bamboo stick, two words - Weapon - were written side by side in beautiful small seal characters.
He flipped his wrist, and for the sake of fairness, he showed the side with the font facing the high platform, and said solemnly: "This round is for refining weapons, two masters please."
As the sound echoed, the terrace fell into an eerie silence, with only the gentle breeze blowing. Everyone's eyes were focused on Ouyang Ming and Feng Duxin.
Ouyang Ming gently exhaled a mouthful of white mist, and with a thought, a ball of white flame appeared in the palm of his hand, as white as snow. Spiritual energy surged within the Dan Lake, bursting out from the palm of his hand, and the white flame suddenly burst into flames. A scorching wave of air reverberated, and the air above the flames twisted strangely, making it impossible for even the penetrating sunlight to fall.
Feng Duxin felt the scorching heat wave and sighed inwardly. The temperature is so high. It must be very fast to forge equipment with this kind of flame, right
He no longer hesitated, a shadow of flame was reflected in his eyes, and the red flame lit up in his hand. Although this flame was not as stunning as the Tianfeng Fire, the temperature was also extremely high.
Suddenly, a voice said in an upright and solemn voice: "How come... how come I have never heard of the flame in Master Ou's hand? Could it be that he is not the Phoenix Clan, but a foreign aid?" This voice could not be lowered, and boomed out.
"Well, the white flame is indeed weird." Another pusher who had been prepared immediately agreed.
"Humph, this is the Phoenix Clan competition, how can we allow foreign aid to disrupt the situation? If this matter gets out, how will all the other tribes view our Phoenix Clan?" This voice sounded from another direction on the terrace, and the content of the words was already determined. This is a human race. From the initial doubt to the current certainty, it only takes three sentences.
This time, it was like a dynamite barrel was completely ignited, and all kinds of doubting voices rang out.
Feng Xinxiao sneered in her heart, if it weren't for the unique color of your flame, I would really have to work hard. His face turned cold, and he looked like Feng Xiang. His voice sounded like it was coming from the Nine Netherworld: "Feng Xiang, you actually invited foreign aid. Where does this put the ancestral precepts of the Feng clan?" In one sentence, the truth was established. Throw Fengxiang out.
Feng Xiang's eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was restrained as he said, "Hmph, who said Master Ou is a foreign aid? What evidence is there?"
Feng Xinxiao's eyes kept scanning Fengxiang's face, and she immediately caught the expression of the shrinking pupils in her eyes. She felt certain that Fengxiang felt guilty.
Moreover, the words he said next sounded a bit pretentious, and there was no trace of worry in his heart.
He didn't know that that look was faked by Feng Xiang. In order to be realistic, it happened to be at the point where Feng Xinxiao could faintly notice it. It can be said that what Feng Xinxiao sees now is what Fengxiang wants him to see. He is falling into Feng Xiang's trap step by step. As long as he mentions testing his bloodline, the outcome of this big competition will be decided.
Ouyang Ming controlled the Heavenly Phoenix Fire, but focused part of his mind on the high platform, thinking secretly in his heart that they are indeed old monsters, and it is really unimaginable to figure out and manipulate their thoughts.
Both of them are acting, it just depends on who can act more realistically.