"Is Fengyu really that strong?"
In the early morning of Qianlong Bieyuan, the white mist was still washed away, and the air was a little cool.
Feng Feiyun put on a white Luo Yun silk robe, with a white headband on his head, with a high bun, like a gentle and talented person.
This is also the first time Feng Yanxue has seen someone with a handsome appearance like a dog. I didn't expect this bastard to have a bit of temperament, and he can definitely be regarded as a handsome young master.
Feng Nianxue calmed down, turned around, no longer looked at him, and said with a cold face: "Feng Yu is a genius of the third vein of the Feng family, and now he is sixteen years old, although he is young, his cultivation is very high. It's scary, there was a strong uncle who fought against him, but he was defeated by one punch, this person is as strong as a savage beast."
"No matter how strong a talent is, if you don't have enough luck, you still can't become a master, but this Fengyu is a person with great luck. When I was a child, in the ancient mountain of Jinghuan, I found a secret place and got it. A drop of the spiritual spring, after drinking the spiritual spring, the body is hardened and the body is so strong that even a sword can't pierce his skin."
Feng Feiyun was originally disdainful of the fifth-generation talent of the Feng family, but after listening to Feng Yanxue's words, he became more cautious. Lingquan is a genius at the same level as spirit medicine, so he took a drop of it. Lingquan can definitely change a person's physique to an extraordinary level.
This Fengyu is by no means a generalist.
Feng Hao was sent away by his servant last night. For a practitioner with a broken dantian, he is no longer qualified to be called Qianlong, and naturally he is not qualified to stay in Qianlong Courtyard.
This is the sadness of a cultivator. Once the foundation is destroyed, the whole body is also destroyed.
Feng Ming's face was full of anger, and he squeezed his fist tightly and said: "Sister Ye Xue, you are the strongest among us, and you must let Feng Yu return the money with profit."
There are only two months left before the Qianlong battle, and almost all the talents of the fifth generation of the Feng family have come from all directions. At this time, the martial arts field is already crowded with people.
Eighteen red copper pillars as thick as water buckets are inserted in eighteen positions of the martial arts field. The fire is burning on them. The formations are engraved in the copper pillars. extinguish.
Each of these eighteen copper pillars is as high as a hundred feet, more than 100,000 kilograms, and is engraved with ferocious ancient animal patterns, emitting a little red light, forming a layer of light if there is nothing.
In the martial arts field, a boxing shadow the size of a grinding disc blasted out and hit the mask. It only hit a circle of ripples, but did not smash the mask.
"boom!"
A burly young man stepped on a pair of black iron shoes, and when he fell in the air, he stepped on the ground, and suddenly the entire martial arts field trembled.
A wave of air overflowed from under his feet and rushed out in all directions.
"puff!"
Just the power of this air wave made the Feng family disciple standing opposite him vomit blood, and his body flew out like a kite with a broken string.
"It's another move, isn't there anyone who can take my two moves today?" Feng Yu's voice was rough, he put away the iron shoes on his feet, and glanced at the children of the Feng family outside the martial arts field, obviously revealing Disdain color.
"Feng Yu really deserves to be a genius-level figure of the third vein. I can't imagine that even Feng Xu of the fifth vein was defeated by him with one move."
"That's a trick, it's only half a trick!"
"Feng Yu is only sixteen years old this year, and he has already reached the early stage of immortality. He has cultivated Qi Niu Jin. Even among the uncles, there are very few who can compete with him."
"I heard that the master has secretly instructed that today's Qianlong battle will be an elite battle. Only those who catch Fengyu's three moves on the ring are qualified to be called Qianlong."
"Feng Yu's cultivation is too perverted, let alone three moves from him, even if the fifth generation of the Feng family can take one of his moves, there are very few people."
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While talking, everyone made a tsk tsk sound, obviously Feng Yu's tyrannical strength had frightened them.
Of course, there are also bold and talented people who sneered: "Feng Yu is indeed very strong, but he is not the strongest of the fifth generation of the Feng family."
The one who spoke was a young man holding an iron sword. He looked thin and had yellow skin. The sword in his hand was just like other people's.
This is not a sword, it is simply a broken piece of iron.
Feng Feiyun had already squeezed into the crowd at this moment, right next to the young man, looked at the young man carefully, and couldn't help laughing: "The Feng family is one of the top families in Nantai Mansion. First, the fifth generation, known as the golden generation of the Feng family, is naturally born in large numbers, and Feng Yu is indeed not the strongest. I just want to know, who is the strongest of the fifth generation of the Feng family? "
Feng Feiyun did not suppress his voice at all!
The performance field, which was originally noisy, was now silent because of his words, and everyone was staring at him, all of them gloating.
Standing in the martial arts field, Feng Yu naturally fixed his eyes on Feng Feiyun, and snorted coldly: "I also really want to know who is the strongest of the fifth generation of the Feng family. So I will be there in advance. This set the stage, but half a month has passed, but no one can pick up my three moves."
Feng Feiyun didn't expect this guy to answer so quickly, so he looked away from the desolate young man, turned to the martial arts arena, and shouted disdainfully, "You said that to express that you are the Feng family. The strongest of the fifth generation?"
"Hey! I didn't say it, but so far, no one has beaten me!" Feng Yu put his hands up, showing his white teeth and a cold smile.
Feng Feiyun's eyes slanted slightly, and he clearly saw that the hand of the unhappy young man moved slightly just now, and a trace of murderous intent flowed in his eyes.
This ray of murder is very subtle, and there are many masters present, but only Feng Feiyun noticed it.
Feng Feiyun scolded: "I'm going to slap it! What I hate the most is a self-righteous person like you, who looks like I'm number one in the world. It's just too picky. I don't want to throw you two shoehorns!"
Speaking of which, Feng Feiyun really took off the shoes on his feet and threw them into the martial arts field.
Although Feng Feiyun seemed very ruffian, he was really relieved, and spoke the heartfelt feelings of countless people present.
Feng Yu was indeed too domineering, and his shots were too cruel. Many family members were shattered by him and turned into cripples.
Feng Feiyun's shoes naturally didn't hit Feng Yu, but it was more effective than hitting him. Suddenly, the children of the Feng family outside the martial arts field burst into laughter. I don't know if they were laughing at Feng Feiyun. , still laughing at him Fengyu.
Feng Yu's face couldn't hang anymore, he clenched his fists tightly, and said coldly: "Boy, if you dare to fight me on stage, I can break your bones with one punch."
"Don't you dare, Xiaoye will come to meet you." Feng Feiyun was in high spirits, his spirit was shocked, and he strode towards the martial arts field.
Everyone held their breath at the moment, and became extremely nervous. After all, this kid who has nowhere to go dares to provoke Fengyu, so he must have extraordinary ability.
A world-shattering war seems to be about to begin!
"Ouch!"
However, Feng Feiyun had just rushed halfway, but he tripped over a piece of tile and fell to the ground, and fell a sturdy somersault, and he didn't get up from the ground for a long time.
Feng Nianxue, who was standing not far behind him, was extremely speechless, and rubbed his forehead with his fingers, almost fainting from anger.
"This idiot doesn't know how to practice, and he actually dares to learn from others to fight in the arena. It's a shame!"
Feng Nianxue's body drifted, like a white shadow walking through the crowd, and in an instant, he stood in front of Feng Feiyun and lifted him up.
With the help of Feng Yanxue, Feng Feiyun finally stood up, straightened his clothes with a serious face, his eyes became firm again, and said, "Yuxue, you should know that I am a persistent and A true man of perseverance, it was just a mistake just now, this battle is inevitable."
As he said that, he strode towards the middle of the martial arts field again.
Feng Yanxue was so angry that he almost vomited blood!
"Idiot, go back!"
A sword flew out of nowhere and fell into her hands. The sword slapped Feng Feiyun back, and she took advantage of the situation to leap over the copper pillar and stand in the martial arts field.
"call out!"
She stood with her sword facing her, with a proud posture. 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 sword shadows shuttled between them.
"Who are you?" Feng Yu felt the pressure and became cautious.
Before Feng Yanxue spoke, Feng Feiyun shouted from outside the martial arts field: "My daughter-in-law!"
Feng Feiyun was slapped back by Feng Yuxue's sword just now, and fell directly to the ground. At this moment, he got up from the ground, with mud still printed on his forehead.
"Hey, my daughter-in-law!"
Feng Feiyun smirked at the surrounding Feng family disciples, looking quite familiar.
Feng Yanxue showed a speechless expression again, and even the sword intent on her body was almost collapsed with anger. If she hadn't already stood on the martial arts arena, she would have to lift up her sword and cut off Feng Feiyun's tongue!
When will this shameful thing stop