Everyone in the audience once again felt that their brains were not enough, looking at this big centipede, they jumped up, but they didn't do anything to Feng Feiyu, and everyone had a big doubt in their hearts.

I didn't care about solving the doubts in my heart, so I heard one after another in the distance, and the earth-shaking sound came out. The direction in which the voice came from was where the Howling Moon Silver Wolf had been before.

"Hum!" Feng Huayuan flew up alone, looked at the people under him, and flew directly towards the place where the voice came from. The people on the earth, feeling the near-apocalyptic scene, all felt hopeless.

At the same time, he was worried about the safety of Feng Huayuan.

"Aren't you going to take a look?" the big centipede looked at Feng Feiyu's unmoved appearance and said slowly.

"Can you catch up with the old guy in front?" Feng Feiyu asked, then pointed in the direction where Feng Huayuan left, his eyes looked motionless, for fear that something would happen.

"Come up, let's go and have a look!" said the big centipede, leaning sideways, signaling Feng Feiyu to go up. And Feng Yuanjie, who was beside Feng Feiyu, saw that his son was treated like this, and his heart was a little unbalanced.

"Ahem!" he coughed softly, "Senior, can you take me for a ride?"

The big centipede looked at Feng Yuanjie, who was coming step by step, and suddenly became angry, and said angrily: "You, when will you be able to defeat me, think about it again!"

"Uh!" Feng Yuanjie was speechless for a while, looked at Feng Feiyu, who had already gone up, and said secretly in his heart: This broken centipede, actually let me beat it and then think about it, is it possible, my son can defeat it?

This is too, isn't it? A child who is more than a year old is already a miracle when his strength reaches the peak stage, and he can actually defeat a big centipede whose strength is no less than that of a master in the Ding Emperor stage.

"Is this really my son?" Feng Yuanjie smiled and looked behind him. There, it was his eldest brother and two brothers, and there were two children, one older and one younger.

These two children, whose identities are the same as Feng Feiyu, are also the descendants of the Feng family, and they are both the grandsons of Feng Huayuan. The older child is the son of Feng Yuanshao, the son of Feng Yuanshao, the son of Feng Junhou. And the slightly younger child at the back is the son of Feng Yuanqi, the second son of the Feng family, Feng Yezhong.

These two people, before Feng Feiyu was born, have always been popular figures in the Feng family, but since Feng Feiyu was born, all the favor of the two of them has been taken away by Feng Feiyu.

And Feng Yuanjie, as Feng Feiyu's father, is so happy.

Because, since he was a child, he has been pressed and beaten by his two brothers, and the relationship between brothers has been discordant since he was a child. And the two brothers are united in their hearts to deal with Feng Yuanjie, so Feng Yuanjie has also developed a cold-blooded character.

He was very happy that his son was favored by the old guy.

The grievances he suffered back then were released from his son, and he was also his own son, who put an end to his years of being bullied.

Nowadays, the eldest son and second son are rarely guided by Feng Huayuan. On the other hand, Feng Yuanjie was not only personally instructed by Feng Huayuan, but also raised his son Feng Feiyu as the next head of the Feng family.

Even now that the two brothers joined hands to attack him, he was sure to resist. What's more, his current identity is also very sensitive, and no one dares to offend.

"Little Junhou, when will you break through the ninth level of the Ding Pawn, look at your brother Feiyu, now you are all a monk of the first level of the Ding Pawn, and I will soon be able to catch up with you!" Feng Yuanjie smiled and walked towards the son of the eldest son, Feng Yuanshao.

"Hehe, Uncle Mo is not joking, Brother Feiyu is only at the first level now, and when he reaches the ninth level, how can it be possible in ten or eight years?" Feng Junhou replied with a smile.

"That's right, that's right! I can't imagine that the little prince, who is so young, understands so many truths, and his future achievements will definitely not be lost to your father!" Feng Yuanjie smiled, with a strong sense of ridicule in his words.

And the eldest son Feng Yuanshao on the side, his face was blue and red for a while, like a brine duck.

"I will definitely surpass my father!" Feng Junhou was still young, so he naturally didn't notice the strong irony in Feng Yuanjie's words, but thought that Feng Yuanjie was encouraging him.

Feng Yuanjie smiled, looked at the younger child, Feng Yezhong, the son of the second son Feng Yuanqi, and said slowly: "Xiao Yezhong, how is your cultivation lately?

"Uncle, I practiced the exercises you gave me very diligently, and they suited me very well!" Feng Yezhong smiled, his immature face was full of gratitude to Feng Yuanjie, and then, the child looked at his father, and his expression was a little helpless.

"It's good to be suitable!" Feng Yuanjie said with a smile: "If you still want any exercises, you can find your brother Feiyu, he will give it to you! Such a good talent, you can't be delayed by your family!"

"Really, will Brother Feiyu give it to me? Then I'll play with Brother Feiyu more in the future!" Feng Yezhong was like a child who got candy, jumping up and down, looking at Feng Yuanjie gratefully.

"Hmph! white-eyed wolf!" Feng Yuanqi snorted, he was a little untenable for his son to be bought so quickly, and immediately used a muffled snort to express the anger in his heart.

"You don't give me anything I want, every time Uncle Yuanjie gives me Brother Feiyu's, he treats me better than you treat me!" Feng Yezhong was a little dissatisfied with his father's attitude, and muttered: "I really envy Brother Feiyu, with such a good father as Uncle Yuanjie, how can he be like you!"

"You ......!" Feng Yuanqi was furious, and the palm he raised was about to fall, but was blocked by Feng Yuanshao beside him. He clenched his fists and took a few deep breaths before he spoke again: "The heart is separated from the belly!"

"Yes, people's hearts are separated from their stomachs!" Feng Yuanjie repeated: "So, little Junhou, Xiao Ye Zhong, you must remember that you must not easily believe anyone's words! including ......"

"What's included?" Feng Junhou and Feng Yezhong said at the same time.

"Including, haha, you can feel this yourself!" Feng Yuanjie finished speaking, without looking back, and walked directly towards the place where the voice came from.

............

"Why, can't you catch up?" Feng Feiyu said impatiently.

"You've asked a hundred and eleven times!" replied the big centipede, impatiently.

"This is the one hundred and eleventh time you've refused to answer!" Feng Feiyu was unwilling, and chased after him.

"Okay, okay, I'll answer you!" The big centipede really didn't want to worry about Feng Feiyu anymore, so he said lazily: "You go down, I promise to catch up with Xiao Yuanzi immediately!"

Feng Feiyu: "......!"