Feng Potian was poisoned by the patriarch and attacked?

For several years, the patriarch has never given up cutting the grass and eradicating the roots.

How is this possible?

Of course, the most shocking thing was all the martial artists of the Feng family.

There was a chill in their hearts.

You must know that the unequaled swordsmen are the pride of their Feng family.

Even, with Feng Potian in charge, it may only take twenty or thirty years for the Feng family to become the eighth family.

How could the Feng family patriarch cut off his arm?

"It's better to be a chicken head than a phoenix tail. What a Feng family master, he is really a hero!"

Qin Feng couldn't help but smack his tongue secretly.

Hearing this, many people also suddenly realized.

"The Eighth Family of the Wind Breaker. How can there be a Feng family, one of the thirteen clans controlled by the head of the Feng family, come happily!"

As soon as this remark came out, many people nodded one after another.

The hearts of many warriors of the Feng family have been chaotic.

Only Feng Ya was furious, and there was an urge to vomit blood.

He knew that he was slapped in the face again today, and even his father became the object of everyone's contempt.

"Doesn't it feel good to slap my face? Then I don't understand, why do I always send my face to the door when I know that I am a little prince who slaps my face?"

Qin Feng still said this sentence, but everyone had a feeling that was obviously different from before.

Feng Ya wanted to scold, but the only reason left was to press it back.

"I'll admit it, I did get slapped in the face by you. However, the key to today, but the rice porridge you boiled, I'll see how a martial soul, only a third-order trash sword martial soul of Huang Pin, can cause a transformation!"

Feng Ya still didn't believe that a simple rice porridge would have such an anti-heaven effect.

"It seems that if I don't slap your face swollen, you will still be cheap! Then I will be very kind and fulfill your little wish. ”

Qin Feng handed the rice porridge to Feng Xiao.

Feng Xiao didn't actually have much hope, just poured rice porridge into his mouth.

He couldn't help but be stunned!

Then, I lifted the edge of the bowl and drank it in a big gulp. It's just three or five breaths, and a bowl of white rice porridge has bottomed out.

Seeing the wind and laughing, I couldn't help but have a smile on my face, as if I was immersed in a sea of deliciousness.

The onlookers, who were already tormented by this special fragrance, couldn't help but rise and fall their throats a few times.

I actually had the idea of snatching that bowl and eating it directly.

"You say that there will be no forbidden thing in this white rice porridge, the elixir. ”

"Phantom elixir can make people indulge in a kind of fantasy and can't extricate themselves. It's even addictive. I think Feng Xiao's reaction is extremely similar to that of a person who takes the Phantom Elixir!"

"Are you stupid? Many alchemists from the professional associations on the scene are standing here. If there was a elixir, they wouldn't know about it?"

"It seems to make a little sense!"

......

Some foodies have become impatient.

Torr!

It's all about To.

A bowl of rice porridge, what's so delicious?

You must know that among the young talents present, many of them are princes of the family, and they have been to the palace reception banquet at the end of each year many times.

Could it still be comparable to the imperial food of the palace?

Such thoughts flashed through their hearts, but for some reason, the faint fragrance of rice kept tempting them like a demon.

"You're all in the devil's hand, aren't you! Now it's not about whether the food is delicious or not? Otherwise, even if the rice porridge he cooks is incomparably delicious, he can't escape one fate, that is, the Jusheng Pavilion will be directly demolished!"

Seeing that everyone had gone astray, Feng Ya said a little anxiously.

"I really don't believe that a bowl of rice porridge can really improve the level of martial souls!"

"That's right, I'll just see, how to improve the so-called martial soul with a little rice porridge!"

"Fengxiao has finished drinking rice porridge, why hasn't there been any change for so long?

"Jusheng Pavilion has false propaganda and deceived many diners, so we immediately demolished Jusheng Pavilion and sent this illegal vendor directly to the office of the Guards Legion. ”

......

Those who had a relationship with Qin Feng were originally the enemies of life and death, and many martial artists shouted one after another.

"You must be optimistic about Qin Feng and don't let him escape. Now, I'm going to go and ask the adults of the Guards to come and arrest this despicable and shameless outlawful trader!"

Tian Feng was a little impatient and jumped out directly.

After a brief exchange with the master, he quickly shuttled through the crowd and ran into the distance.

"Qin Feng, this time you are going to be a complete joke. No, it is difficult to get out of the cell of the Guards alive. ”

Feng Ya smirked.

As we all know, in the royal capital prison, it is actually secretly controlled by several major families. Even every once in a while, there will be some miserable beast fights, underground black boxing matches.

Once you enter the Heavenly Prison, no matter how strong the strength of the warrior is, you can only become a plaything in the hands of the nobles.

Many martial artists from the Ding family, the Liuyun Pavilion, the Professional Association, and the Feng family all took two steps forward in unison, completely blocking all the dead ends that Qin Feng might escape.

All the martial artists in the audience were beating violently.

Qin Feng has already aroused public indignation, how can he reverse it in the face of the joint efforts of many strong people?

Reversal is impossible!

Now, it's time to think about how to escape!

It's just that they have made up countless methods in their brains, but Qin Feng has not done any of them, and he still does not move at all. There is a posture of Mount Tai collapsing and not moving.

"Hey, I really want to be slapped in the face by you. It's just that my strength doesn't allow it! Now, let me beat you in the face again and again!"

Faced with bursts of sneers and ridicule, Qin Feng sneered again and again,

A strength does not allow, it is definitely the essence of pretending to be forced to slap the face.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Qi brushed his eyes on Qin Feng, and was very curious about the next scene.

At this moment, a blue light suddenly appeared, rippling the void into a ripple, and the smiling three-grade sword martial soul had already appeared in everyone's sight.

The crowd was a little baffled.

Suddenly, a little bit of blood light suddenly descended from the void, which was very similar to the scene of the warrior's awakening of the martial soul.

And the three-grade sword martial soul of Fengxiao is like a koi swimming in the endless ocean, swallowing up the endless that permeates the void.

Almost at the same time, a dazzling earthy yellow light began to rise.

Together!

Two courses!

Three ways!

When the fourth earthy yellow aura was born, the street in front of the Jusheng Pavilion seemed to be bombarded indiscriminately, and an endless hustle and bustle burst out in an instant.

Nearby houses are going to be overturned.

Some unknown warriors thought that in the royal capital Kaiyuan Mansion, a terrifying earthquake broke out. Their faces burst into bewilderment.