"Ah~"

The scorching waves of fire and the violent wind and sand continued to surge towards the surroundings like a flood that broke the embankment, mercilessly overturning the warriors who had not yet reacted.

The scene suddenly became chaotic, and there were many lowly martial artists who had been beaten by the violent wind and sand, and their noses were blue and swollen, and they were very embarrassed. The crowd groped in the wind and sand, screaming......

And the storm did not stop because of this, but roared towards the viewing platform!

Fortunately, the power of the dust storm that spread here was greatly reduced, and although it overturned many people, it did not hurt lives.

Ling Ang and the other real powerhouses of the palace changed their faces suddenly, and then the soles of their feet tapped the ground and swept towards the dust storm.

More than a dozen powerhouses appeared everywhere in an instant, and their palms continued to make Dao marks, completely sealing the storm.

The people who escaped from the scope of the storm, when they looked at the side of the martial arts platform again, had a palpitating look on their faces, and they looked like they were going to live after the catastrophe.

The area around the martial arts platform was completely shrouded in a violent storm, filled with smoke and dust, and there was no trace of people, as if it was the end of the world.

If it weren't for the terrifying strength of the seal's powerhouse, I'm afraid that the storm would cause even more damage. Even if there is a reincarnation realm powerhouse out of the horse seal, it still can't completely suppress the raging storm, and the occasional leakage of the evil wind is still terrifying.

The seal was like a solid prison, and the storm was the ferocious beast that kept beating the seal, making it tremble.

Ling Ang frowned deeply, and there was a thick look of worry between his deep watery pupils. He's worried, what's going on with the people inside?

"Lord Wang, these two little guys, their strength is too terrifying, right?" At this time, a middle-aged man who looked like a general stood beside Ling Ang and said with a solemn face.

Obviously, the power of this terrifying explosion had already surpassed the range of Ling Han's strength.

"It's not that their strength is terrifying, it's that Han'er's Heavenly Rank Martial Arts is too domineering!" Ling Ang's eyes were full of pride and pride, and when he said this, he was no longer so nervous.

Because he faintly saw that Ling Han's figure seemed to have long been away from the martial arts stage, and he was not harmed. As for Ling Feng, there is no news yet.

The middle-aged man's brave wolf-like eyes glanced at the center of the martial arts stage, nodded, and his face was full of shock, "Congratulations to the prince, Young Master Han has mastered such a terrifying martial arts, with his talent, his future achievements will be extraordinary, and he will definitely be able to lead the palace to another glory!"

"Hahaha, it's inevitable!" Ling Ang made no secret of his affection.

"However, my subordinates think that Feng Gongzi may be more worthy of training, after all, his cultivation is lower, and he has comprehended the power of artistic conception, and his future achievements will definitely not be under Han Gongzi!"

He said it very tactfully, but with a lot of affirmation.

Ling Ang's expression changed and he was silent.

He just looked at the center of the storm and seemed to be thinking about something. Ling Ang naturally understands that in terms of talent, Ling Feng is indeed very strong and strong, and his achievements in the future can be described as immeasurable. But, after all, he is not from the palace!

This is a secret, a secret hidden in his heart for a long time, even Lin Rou doesn't know!

Many years ago, an envoy from the Sanctuary descended to the palace and entrusted him with a son. Moreover, the terrifying messenger even planned the path that this child would take in the future, and asked him to strictly implement it!

At that time, it happened to meet Lin Rou's dystocia. After some hard fighting, Lin Rou did give birth to a son, and then she also fainted.

On the stormy night, Ling Ang waited excitedly for a long time, and he was very happy when the next man took the boy out. It's just that his own son died in his arms after only five breaths.

Then, the messenger of the Sanctuary arrived.

......

From then on, he raised Ling Feng as a son. This secret was not even known to Lin Rou. The messenger came with a child, and his own flesh and blood died without warning, and even a fool could guess something.

Under the pressure of the behemoth in the Holy Domain, he raised Ling Feng stubbornly, although he didn't dare to do anything excessive to Ling Feng, and then the hatred in his heart has never been reduced.

Therefore, the object of his succession cannot be Ling Feng!

Thinking of this, Ling Ang was irritable, and couldn't help but shout angrily: "General Huang, I have made up my mind, you don't need to say more!"

He naturally understood the deep meaning of General Huang's words, but he couldn't do this, and he was even more unwilling to do so!

Seeing that Ling Ang reacted so violently, the general didn't say anything more, just sighed and retreated.

"There are still a few months left, there are only a few months left, I have to endure ......" Ling Ang stared at the center of the storm, his eyes becoming colder and colder.

Everyone's eyes converged in the storm of the martial arts platform. They all have some expectations, what happened to the two of them who are so powerful?

The storm gradually dissipated, the sky was full of smoke and dust, and two long figures appeared in the sight of the crowd.

Ling Feng did not stand still, nor was it the center of the storm, but the very edge of the Yanwu platform. His clothes were in tatters, his delicate face was covered with thick dust, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

The blood stains at the corners of his mouth were naturally sucked dry by the dust, and his breath became much weaker.

On the other hand, Ling Han, although his hair was a lot messy, the dust on his body only accounted for a little, and the most important thing was that his breath was still stable and he didn't seem to be injured.

He patted the dust off his body, and his demeanor was elegant, but he had the demeanor of a master.

Looking up, looking towards Ling Feng, with a faint smile on his lips, he pointed to his clean clothes, and then pointed to the dust covered in Ling Feng, and shook his head with a look of disdain.

"Young Master Han has won!"

"yes, and it won so thoroughly that it didn't even hurt at all!"

"Is the gap between the two so big?" someone looked at Ling Feng and couldn't help but feel a little sigh of emotion and regret.

Ling Ang and the other strong people all nodded, expressing their satisfaction. Only the general Huang had a weird smile on his face.

Seeing that Ling Feng was fine, Lin Rou breathed a sigh of relief, after all, for her, the safety of her son was the most important thing.

Ling Feng's mind moved, his spiritual power shook, and the dust on his body rolled down. The palm of his hand gently wiped his face, and instantly restored that sunny smiling face.

He pointed to the place where he was standing at his feet, and then to Ling Han's feet. The scholar shook his head and sighed.

"Alas, after all, the strength is too weak!"

This sigh, like thunder in the sky, exploded in the hearts of every clansman.

Countless pairs of eyes that flashed with strange essence projected towards the soles of Ling Feng's feet, and then looked at Ling Han, instantly petrified.

"Ling Feng, win!" someone silently thought, his face full of shock.

(End of chapter)