Feng Xingdao saw that he was so serious, and subconsciously felt a little worried.

He did too many unreliable things on weekdays, and he was reprimanded by his father, which was commonplace.

Seeing his father's attitude, Feng Xingdao felt that eighty percent of the bad things he had done were known to his father again.

But he thought about it for a while, and it seemed that he was quite honest in the past few days of the New Year!

Feng Xingdao said cautiously: "I, I don't seem to have done anything......"

Feng Xiang suddenly smiled and said, "Haha, you kid, I heard that you fought with a martial artist yesterday, isn't it quite violent!"

Feng Xingdao rolled his eyes, only to realize that it was his Lao Tzu who was scaring him.

Feng Xingdao was very helpless, this unlucky father knew how to toss his son.

Feng Xingdao collapsed on the bed again and said, "There is such a thing. ”

"Damn, I was able to let those dog thieves toss me a lot at that time, and I almost confessed there. ”

The smile on Feng Xiang's face retracted, nodded, and said, "You are too bold." ”

"After all, you're just a samurai, and you're no match for a samurai. ”

"By the way, how did you and your fox friends survive?"

This is very unreasonable, the gap between a samurai and a samurai is absolutely huge, and this is not something that talent can make up.

Feng Xingdao said triumphantly: "Hehe, Dad, don't look at people with the eyes of the past. ”

"I'm already a martial artist now, and it's not like I'm going to be able to catch a few old guys......"

"My Daddy...... What are you doing here?"

Feng Xingdao suddenly screamed, because he was picked up by his father.

Feng Xiang is the commander of the forbidden army, and his martial arts attainments are naturally extraordinary, so it is of course simple to see Feng Xingdao's cultivation.

He didn't care about his son because he was too familiar with him.

Listening to Feng Xingdao's words, he suddenly found that his son's cultivation was different.

Feng Xiang's first reaction was - not good!

Martial arts cultivation is not like eating and drinking, it can speed up the pace.

In the practice of martial arts, you must take one step at a time, and you must sharpen your body as much as possible at one stage.

If the potential is not fully exploited, it will limit future achievements.

If the meridians are not tempered at home, they may even become hidden patients in the future.

And so on, it is absolutely not allowed to be fueled by seedlings.

Of course, this cannot be said to be absolute.

If there is a mythical treasure of heaven and earth, or a god-like existence like the legendary martial ancestor, it may also forcibly improve its strength.

However, how can that kind of ethereal thing be really?

Feng Xiang frowned and slapped Feng Xingdao for a while.

This son of mine is very talented in martial arts, and his future achievements should not be below him.

It would be a pity if yesterday in order to work hard, he used a secret method to forcibly improve his cultivation, and thus damaged the foundation of the martial arts.

Feng Xingdao cried in pain and called his mother, it was really a person sleeping at home, and the disaster came from heaven.

I made up for my sleep, and I was actually beaten.

Feng Xiang finally dropped Feng Xingdao, his frowning brows changed his posture, and he continued to wrinkle, but it seemed that anxiety had turned into doubt.

Feng Xiangqi said: "It's strange, your cultivation has really improved, and there are no hidden dangers." ”

"Could it be that you happened to break through the realm yesterday and then went to meet your friend?"

This is a bit too coincidental, but it seems to be the only plausible explanation.

Feng Xingdao grinned and said, "It's painful for me, what happened to break through, it was my buddy who helped." ”

Feng Xiang sat down and asked in a deep voice, "What the hell is going on, you explain it to me clearly!"

Seeing his father's serious face, Feng Xingdao didn't dare to mess around anymore.

At the moment, Feng Xiang told the miraculous performance of Yin Ming's poems yesterday.

After hearing this, Feng Xiang's expression was a little strange, and he couldn't help but ask, "What you said is true?"

Judging from Feng Xingdao's expression, Feng Xiang had actually determined that what his son said was true.

But...... It's incredible!

Rao is the commander of his army, well-informed, and a little difficult to accept for a while.

Feng Xiang suddenly remembered something and asked, "Slow, who, you said Yin Ming, which Yin Ming?"

Feng Xing said as a matter of course: "Of course it's Yin Ming of the Qin State Mansion!"

"In this Hongjing City, the circle of the noble family is so big, and there is no second Yin Ming. ”

Feng Xiang felt a little messy, how did his son get involved with that kid?

Feng Xiang said: "What's the matter, don't you like to play tricks on that kid, how can he help you?"

In the past, Feng Xingdao did not make a lot of tricks.

Feng Dashuai was quite proud because he was suppressed by Yin Dashuai, as if Feng Xingdao helped him get back face from Yin Dashuai's side.

Feng Xingdao waved his hand and said, "Dad, you are really careful." ”

"Lao Yin has changed now, completely different from the past, and now he is definitely a good brother worth befriending. ”

Feng Xiang's brows changed his posture and frowned, and he said, "Xingdao, I'll tell you." ”

"This Yin Ming's methods are miraculous, his strength is unpredictable, and he is indeed a young talent. ”

"But, have you ever wondered where his Dao system came from?"

"This kind of Dao system looks like it belongs to my human race, but in the past 100,000 years, my human race has definitely not had a Dao system similar to him. ”

"This kid has a big secret!"

Feng Xingdao also said solemnly: "But, Dad, everyone has their own secrets. ”

"Even if it's you, Da Shuai, or Yin Dashuai, if you can practice until now, you must have your own secrets. ”

"Dad, didn't you say that making friends is only based on character, and you can't worry about trivial matters. ”

Feng Xiang sighed lightly and said, "You are very right, but you have to know that he is the son of the surname Yin." ”

"If he is an ordinary person, he has some secrets, and you have no problem making friends, and I can protect you if there is something. ”

"But he and the surname Yin are father and son, the person surnamed Yin, you should have heard some rumors, it's not easy to get along!"

"Walk, I'm really worried......"

Feng Xingdao suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Dad, you're too worried." ”

"My son is not a fool, I have already watched carefully. ”

"Yin Ming is a person who is introverted and dignified but bold, gentle and elegant but never pedantic. ”

"He and Yin Dashuai only have the name of father and son, but they are by no means a raccoon dog. ”

Feng Xingdao thought for a while, and then said: "Dad, think about it, that Yin Dashuai has never regarded Yin Ming's mother and son as human beings for so many years. ”

"I think that Yin Ming and Yin Dashuai will have a day when they turn against each other......"

Feng Xiang groaned: "You say that, but it makes sense. ”

"Actually, I have always suspected that the death of the old prime minister was related to the surname Yin......"

Feng Xingdao was taken aback, and said in a lost voice: "This, it won't be!"

Feng Xiang snorted coldly and said, "What's impossible about this. ”

"The man surnamed Yin is mad, and he generally doesn't take others or himself seriously. ”