Fengchen felt that his actions were wrong, and secretly cursed to himself, thinking that it was just a waste, and he was actually scared by the cruel words he released?

"Feng Ling, just the cultivation of the Martial Dao Realm Double Heaven, your father still wants to make you the young master, don't think about it! You are such an ant, pinching you to death is as easy as pinching an ant. There was a roar of wind and dust.

"Yes, although your father is the patriarch, he is not alone in this family, and the elders are not dead......

"That's it, waste can't be a young master, only at the age of thirteen is the martial arts realm double heaven cultivation, when the young master is thirteen years old, he is already the sixth heaven of the martial arts realm!

"Even if it's the son of the patriarch, what can he do? Waste as a young master, we don't accept it, everything depends on strength and talent cultivation to speak!"

Several subordinates who followed behind Fengchen chimed in.

"It's the Wind Clan Conference in a month, it's better for you to not go to such a waste, and it's useless to go, and the other elders will definitely not let a waste be a young master, go, be careful to break your legs." ”

After Fengchen finished speaking, he turned around and instructed the three people behind him, and before Feng Ling could speak, he patted his ass and left.

"Boy, just now Young Master Fengchen said, let the three of us serve you well. ”

As he spoke, one of the purple-clothed young men raised a hammer and threw it at Feng Ling's shoulder.

"Bastard, don't ......"

Meng Yirou is now thirteen years old, and she has cultivated to reach the Fifth Heaven of the Martial Dao Realm, but due to her serious injuries, it is too late to step forward to stop and help Feng Ling block the menacing hammer.

"Ah...... ...... vomit"

Just as Meng Yirou was almost desperate, closing her eyes and bursting with tears, thinking that Feng Ling would definitely break her leg, all kinds of strange screams and screams came.

I saw Feng Ling dodging the ferocious blow sideways, grabbing the wrist of the purple-clothed young man with his right hand to raise the hammer, and a trace of clearly visible aura surrounded the purple-clothed young man's hand, surging wildly towards Feng Ling's body.

The purple-clothed young man's body trembled, the corners of his mouth were hideous, his eyes were full of surprise, and he desperately retreated, but his breath became weaker and weaker, and he couldn't break free at all.

No one present had ever encountered such a situation.

Several other people, including Feng Ling, were stunned.

Meng Yirou began to think that Feng Ling's leg must be injured, but seeing this situation, and it seemed that Feng Ling was absorbing the other party's aura, her tense heart suddenly relaxed.

"Ah...... Little bastard, what have you done, why did you absorb the aura in my spirit palace, let me go quickly. ”

"Little bastard, let him go......"

"Boom ......"

When the two people in the back saw that the purple-clothed young man's face was pale and his breath was rapidly weakening, they suddenly became anxious and hurriedly went up, wanting to pull the purple-clothed young man away.

"Ah...... Forehead ......"

However, at this moment, the two people who stepped forward to pull the purple-clothed young man were also sucked. The three of them overlapped each other, their faces full of pain, and the aura in the Spirit Palace frantically surged towards the wind.

"This can't be done, it's too evil, we must get out, otherwise all three of us will die......"

"Bang ......"

After a stalemate for a while, the three of them struggled to break free, and the powerful aura impact force blasted the three out of the door, while Feng Ling only took a few steps back.

At this time, Feng Ling felt that the spiritual energy of the Spirit Palace had been enriched a lot, and his cultivation had broken through to the cultivation of the Martial Dao Realm Triple Heaven.

Feng Ling was overjoyed, the Divine Flower Secret Technique could actually deprive the opponent of the aura in the Spirit Palace for his own use.

"Oh my mother...... Fast...... Walking."

The corners of the three of them were covered with blood, their breath was sluggish, their bodies trembled, they supported each other, and fled here with a fall.

"Young Master, are you alright?"

At this time, Meng Yirou came to Feng Ling's side, her face full of worry, what happened suddenly just now was too weird.

"I'm fine. ”

Feng Ling flipped over and looked at his palm, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Feng Ling only knew that in an emergency, he subconsciously operated the Divine Flower Secret Technique and faced the purple-clothed young man.

"Yirou, what's going on, do you know? When did I become a young master?"

"Young master, I happened to hear the patriarch and several elders say that they want to make you the young master, but it doesn't seem to be going well, and the quarrel is very serious......"

"I see!"

After Feng Ling learned some information, he touched his chin, thoughtfully, his eyes were full of determination.

"Young master, what should I do, the position of the young master doesn't seem to be going well, but Yirou believes that the young master will be able to get it, hehe!"

"Maybe my father has his own reasons, since my father wants to make himself the young master, how can he disappoint his old man?"

After speaking, Feng Ling took Meng Yirou out of the door and walked towards the back mountain.

Feng Ling and Meng Yirou walked on the path leading to the back mountain, and from time to time there were clansmen walking by them, and occasionally there were strange eyes that were not kind to Feng Ling.

"Hey, have you heard that the patriarch has the intention of making the Calamity Star the young master?"

"I've heard about it a long time ago, and the whole family has spread it all over the world, waste one, make him the young master, I'm the first to disagree!"

Not far away, several young clansmen were chatting, but they seemed to be intent on raising their voices so that Feng Ling could hear them.

"Who do you say is the scourge and who is the waste?"

When Feng Ling heard these voices, he didn't pay attention to them at all, but Meng Yirou couldn't get used to hearing them, and shouted at those people.

"Yo, don't let me say it yet, what we said is the truth, thirteen-year-old Martial Dao Realm Double Heaven, what is it if it's not waste?"

"That's it, but, just a sword servant, serving a waste young master, where did you get the guts, dare to scold us, be careful to smash your beautiful face......"

"You ......"

"Boom ......"

Meng Yirou didn't talk nonsense with them, and the cultivation of the Fifth Heaven of the Martial Dao Realm was released, forcing towards a few people.

"This ......"

Several people quickly retreated, stunned, they didn't expect a swordsman's cultivation to be so high, and he was also short-tempered, and he wanted to beat people at every turn.

Feng Ling was also stunned, he had never seen Meng Yirou like this, she was usually obedient to herself, and the petite and cute little girl was so strong.

"Ah......h

One of them, stepping back a little slower, screamed, thud, and fell a few feet away.

Meng Yirou was about to step forward to reason with them, when a powerful palm pulled her back and stood behind her.

"Let me come!"

"Haha, waste, it's up to you, you'd better hide behind the woman!"

The man in Tsing Yi from the Fifth Heaven of the Martial Dao Realm stepped forward and looked at Feng Ling with disdain.

"That's it...... That's it, big brother, beat him!" The man who had just been repelled by Meng Yirou covered his chest and stood behind the man in Tsing Yi and said angrily.

"Enough, what do you want to do?"

When the man in Tsing Yi was about to step forward to attack Feng Ling, the three elders stood behind them at some point.

"Young master choice, after the clan meeting, it will naturally be clear, and I am not completely sure that it is Feng Ling!"

"Haha, I hope so, isn't the clan meeting going to test the talent of the young clansmen? Then let the one with the highest talent be the young master, so that I can obey!"

Someone couldn't help but say loudly, but Feng Ling ignored these people anymore and continued to walk towards the back mountain with Meng Yirou.