Fengqi City, a small courtyard in the city lord's mansion.

The light of the sky, a ray of morning light pierced through the clouds and began to slowly fall between the heavens and the earth.

Under the plane tree in the courtyard, the hot pot is still churning slightly.

Bai Lan and Lin Xue'er had already taken Bailian to rest, and they also knew...

This father and son have something to talk about.

Father and son sit opposite each other.

Sycamore leaves、Slowly falling with the wind。

Occasionally, a few slices of food are about to fall on the table, but at the end, a wisp of breath passes by, blowing it away.

Baili Moyun, chopsticks picked up a piece of dish.

But just as he was about to put it in the bowl, he stopped.

With a smile on his face, he raised his head to look at Yan Feng.

"Feng'er, you are almost sure. ”

Almost sure, the question is naturally a battle with the Lord of the Ink Sea.

"Less than 10 percent. ”

Yan Feng answered this question very simply, because he thought so, and he didn't mean to exaggerate or be modest at all.

Previously, he had already looked at the Lord of the Sea of Ink, and the eyes of the two of them could determine each other's strength.

From that look, Yan Feng knew it in an instant.

Want to overcome this person......

Difficult!

It's very hard!

It is strange to say, not in terms of strength, Yan Feng can clearly feel that there is an aura very similar to himself on the body of the Lord of the Sea of Ink.

The avenue of heaven and earth, the unity of the nine saints, the lord of this sea of ink...... There is no shortage of this.

But......

There was one thing that made him strange, especially strange!

In this Lord of the Ink Sea, he always felt that there was an aura different from his own, or rather...... It's the kind of breath that I don't have.

With this qi, Yan Feng has no chance of winning.

At least......

This is Yan Feng's own feeling.

But the reason why he said that he was still one percent sure was that there were countless mortals and monks on this war-stopping continent.

Their luck belongs to him.

Although these lucks, although a large number of monks died due to the sinking of the previous two continents, they continued to be recovered by Zhentian.

But at least fifty percent of the luck still remains on this war-ending continent.

So......

This is also the reason why Yan Feng said that he is sure of it, and this fifty percent of the power of luck is the only advantage between him and the Lord of the Sea of Ink.

If you don't have this luck blessing in your body, even if it's a ...... Yan Feng is also uncertain.

But even now, Yan Feng is still thinking.

What is the breath that the Lord of the Ink Sea is missing, he can feel the existence of that breath, but he can't tell what this breath is.

"Ishei, that's enough. ”

Baili Moyun looked at Yan Feng, a smile appeared on his face, and then raised the wine glass on the table: "Come, son, do it for your father!"

Yan Feng looked at Baili Moyun, it was naturally impossible not to drink his father's wine, and he also raised his glass, father and son clinked glasses, and drank it all.

"As a father, he died and was lifeless, but he was able to get to this day, and it was enough to be sure. ”

Baili Moyun laughed out loud, laughing happily.

When Yan Feng heard his father's words, he was stunned at first, and then laughed.

That's right...

It's not a hundred miles of Moyun or his Yan Feng, along the way, he has experienced too many things, and it is common to hover on the edge of life and death.

But after all, it came over.

Now in a war, it is better to have a certain grasp in your hands than to die without life!

That's enough!

(End of chapter)