At this moment, the most ugly face was naturally Yan Ran.

Picking Star Tower is the property of the Yan family, to put it bluntly, it is the territory of the Yan family. And now, it is disgusting to be surrounded by dozens of dung trucks, and it is simply a shame.

Don't talk about these children of the family.

But there are also the Qing family from the royal family of the Northern God Kingdom, as well as dozens of young people from the North God Kingdom.

Such an embarrassing situation, being looked at by others, how do you think of the Yan family? The dignified family, the authority has fallen to this point, and after going back, it spreads, what image will the Yan family be?

It's a laughing stock!

"Do it!" Yan Ran turned pale and ordered angrily: "Call me!"

However, as soon as he spoke, he was stopped by Wen Xuqian: "No." ”

Yan Ran gritted her teeth and looked at Wen Xuqian and said, "Mr. Wen, is it tolerable or unbearable?" This Fengchen is simply too deceitful, and I can't bear this tone today......

"It's not appropriate to conflict at this moment," Wen Xuqian said with a wry smile, "Your Highness, if you make a move, you just fall into the trap of that bastard." He's going to fight now. ”

"Then what should we do?" said a child of the family next to him, "Do you just endure it like this?"

"yes, that's disgusting!"

"This guy is a slut!"

For a while, everyone opened their mouths to reprimand, and the crowd was excited.

Wen Xuqian turned his head to look at Qing Wenyan's Qing Shiyu brothers and sisters, only to see Qing Wenyan frowning with a helpless expression. And on a sunny day, Yu covered his nose with a handkerchief, and his face was pale.

Wen Xuqian couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Among the children of the Qing family, the fifth prince Qing Wenyan is gifted and intelligent, has a gentle and generous personality, and his vision and wisdom are also outstanding, and he is quite famous among the young talents of the Northern God Kingdom.

And the little princess is the most sunny when the rain is sunny.

Wen Xuqian secretly observed that this woman's scheming wisdom was still above Qing Wenyan, and it was more decisive than Qing Wenyan's gentleness.

However, they are still younger after all.

Growing up in a family like the Qing family, whether it is a friend or an enemy around him, where is there a villain like Fengchen?

Thinking of this, Wen Xuqian couldn't help but smile a little self-defeatingly.

Didn't you make a confused decision this time?

That's a lot of carelessness.

I didn't take this Fengchen seriously before, so I didn't think about the time I came to Fanyang, and I came according to the arrangement of the Yan family.

And after seeing Fengchen, he also underestimated this kid.

Thinking about it now, I should have decisively let the team withdraw from Fanyang City at that time.

That kid is a crazy person at all, and he already knows that he broke the jar and broke it, and he deliberately made trouble, and as a result, he even entered this star-picking building, so that he was given such an opportunity...... After all, this is the territory of the Feng family, and the Yan family only has this courtyard here.

It's so easy for people to disgust you.

And now, it's hard to ride a tiger. Of course, it is not a way to smoke like this, but even if he is willing to quit Fan Yang, I am afraid that the Yan family will not be willing. As for the plan of dispersing these people to the city inn, it was even more like admitting defeat for the Yan Qing family.

The only solution should probably be to go to the Feng family to find it. Thinking of this, Wen Xuqian comforted everyone: "Don't be impatient, I'll go down and have a look." ”

Coming downstairs, Wen Xuqian walked out of the courtyard gate, waved his hand to stop a group of royal guards who had turned blue and the confrontation with the other party, and was about to say something, but found a little boy with a round face and round eyes walking in front of him.

"Sir," said the little boy politely, "my master pleases." ”

Wen Xuqian had seen this little boy following Fengchen before, and when he heard this, he thought for a moment, nodded and smiled: "Please lead the way." ”

"Sir, please come with me. The little boy smiled.

......

In the afternoon, Fengchen practiced alone in the small courtyard of Banzhu Lane.

First of all, cultivate the source power and fill the sea of qi.

And then there's the two marksmanship.

Fengchen's figure jumped and moved in the small courtyard practice ground, and the spear in his hand stabbed, swept, pointed, and vibrate, changing in a myriad of ways.

The first move of Dajue's marksmanship, Dameng's first awakening, has been a small success. And as the realm was raised to the fourth level of the lower level of the human realm, the spirit platform became stronger and stronger, and now the Great Dream marksmanship has mastered five moves. The other four moves are to climb high and look far away, the morning bell and dusk drum, the blessing to the soul, and the mouth is suddenly opened.

To practice Dajue marksmanship, the focus is not only on moves, but also on combining star charts and mood perceptions. The whole set of marksmanship runs through the word "Jue". The more thorough you feel, the more powerful your marksmanship will be. In the last move, [Great Enlightenment], all attachments, vanities and obstacles can be broken.

Unstoppable!

But because of this, the further you go, the more difficult it is to practice. If the mood is insufficient, and the perception is not enough, when practicing marksmanship, it is like being trapped in a fog, and marksmanship can only be shaped and not meaningful.

And the Dajue marksmanship is a secret method, and the inheritance is extremely rare.

Even with memory fragments, Feng Chen could gain far less experience and insight than cultivating the Body Forging Technique, or Ling Yun Jue and other popular exercises.

Therefore, among these four moves, only Ascending and Looking Far Away and Morning Bell and Dusk Drum have reached mastery. And Fu Zhi's soul and Mao Sai suddenly opened these two tricks, and now they are only rough.

But even so, compared to others, his cultivation speed was extremely fast.

In addition, the Feng family's wind and snow marksmanship is also powerful in Fengchen's hands.

Compared to Dajue's marksmanship, the difficulty of Fengxue marksmanship is much lower. Moreover, the memory fragments in his brain and the Divine Realm made Fengchen almost not the slightest obstacle when cultivating this kind of martial art. As soon as you get started, it's like you've been practicing for ten or twenty years, and you're extremely skilled.

And after repeated practice, the improvement of marksmanship has improved by leaps and bounds. Now the nine moves of the wind and snow, the tricks have been completed!

Fengchen believed that if he practiced diligently, after four days, his set of wind and snow marksmanship should be able to reach the realm of Dacheng.

This is still limited by its current realm.

If you reach the middle level of the human realm, it is not impossible to break through to the great achievements and enter the transcendent realm.

However, Feng Chen cultivated alone in the small courtyard, but he didn't know that his every move fell into the eyes of the two elders of the Feng family.

This small courtyard in Banzhu Lane may be a secret to other Feng families.

But for the Great Elder Feng Yuantai and the Third Elder Feng Yuanrui, they knew everything about it.

At this moment, the two of them quietly stood on the roof not far away, quietly watching Fengchen practicing wind and snow marksmanship in the small courtyard, their eyes full of shock.

"Shang Xue said that when Fengchen came back the day before yesterday, he handed over this set of Fengxue marksmanship to him," Feng Yuanrui said in disbelief, "Could it be that he lied to me?"

At this time, Fengchen is making the last move to return at night.

I saw heavy snow in the small courtyard, with a radius of more than ten zhang, and a white expanse.

Fengchen's figure shot forward in the wind and snow, and after a shot was stabbed, his body suddenly returned to its original place as if it was pulled by some mysterious force.

Moving like a rabbit, quiet like a virgin.

If it's just an ordinary person looking at it, it's like he hasn't moved at all. The swift shot was nothing but a fleeting phantom.

But what kind of eyesight the two elders had, Fengchen's shot, from the launch to the return position, was clearly seen by them. I just feel that the whole process is like flowing water, and the details are clean and neat.

It's hard to believe that Fengchen has only been cultivating for two days.

"This kind of thing, why should Shang Xue lie to you," the Great Elder's eyes flashed, his eyes full of surprise, "This little bastard is really talented!"

"Impossible," Feng Yuanrui said angrily, "No matter how high the talent is, there is no such high method." In just two days, a marksmanship was cultivated by him to such a realm, it was simply ......"

"It's so embarrassing!" Feng Yuantai glanced at Feng Yuanrui and said with a smile.

Feng Yuanrui's face turned blue.

Among the seven elders of the Feng family, he is idle by nature, likes to read and drink, and his strength is the lowest one, and he is only at the bottom of the realm so far. And ask yourself, if he were to practice this set of wind and snow marksmanship by himself, he might not be able to reach such a level in a year.

Feng Yuantai's mouth makes people embarrassed, who he is talking about, it is naturally self-evident.

"I don't believe it," Feng Yuanrui said stiffly, "This little bastard must have practiced quietly before." ”

Feng Yuantai laughed: "What kind of virtue did he have before, don't you know? Let him cultivate, it is no different from asking for his life." ”

Feng Yuanrui was silent for a while.

As he spoke, Feng Yuantai stared at Feng Chen, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said, "The main sword of the Feng family has very little marksmanship. Nowadays, there are only three or five people in the clan who practice this set of wind and snow marksmanship. But these people actually didn't get the essence of wind and snow marksmanship. And when I look at Fengchen, there is some shadow of a white ancestor on my body!"

Feng Yuanrui was surprised: "Oh?"

The Feng family's marksmanship was created by the ancestors of the Feng family. But in the end, it is the result of hundreds of years of continuous supplementation and improvement.

The Feng family's recognized first master of wind and snow marksmanship is an ancestor named Feng Hebai, who is the grandfather of Feng Yuantai Feng Yuanrui, and his one-handed wind and snow marksmanship is superb, and no one has been able to surpass it so far.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yuantai actually saw the shadow of Bai Ancestor on Feng Chen's body.

As far as Feng Yuanrui knew, Bai Ancestor's marksmanship was quite unique, and ordinary people couldn't imitate it at all. What's more, Fengchen had never seen Ancestor Bai at all.

Undoubtedly, this can only be attributed to talent.

Looking at Feng Chen, Feng Yuan Ruimu said with a grim face: "High talent, I used to waste my time so much, I really want to beat this kid up when I think about it." ”

Feng Yuantai said suspiciously: "If you waste your time, you are embarrassed to accuse others?"

"I'm not talented. "Feng Yuanrui is naturally authentic.

As they were talking, suddenly, the two found that a warrior had entered the small courtyard and said a few words to Fengchen, Fengchen nodded, changed his clothes, and left with the warrior.

"It's a baby fish person," Feng Yuanrui frowned, "Where are they going?"

Feng Yuantai snapped his fingers.

A moment later, a middle-aged martial artist flew over and reported a few words to the two. Hearing this, the faces of both of them became a little strange.

Feng Yuanrui said disgustingly: "Big brother, don't stop me." I'm going to have to beat up this little bastard!"

"I want to ...... too" Feng Yuantai nodded and was just saying, when suddenly, he turned his head to look east with a solemn expression.

"Third, we have guests here. ”

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