The streets smelled of burning wood and smoke.

The bustling crowd added a sense of depression to Crescent City, which was already covered in bruises.

The smell of blood coming out from time to time, and the chilling corpses falling on the ground, are a good interpretation of what has just happened in this town.

Feng Feiyu walked on this town, looking at everything that was really happening in front of him, it was really unbelievable that such a large-scale destruction was actually caused by himself.

But I have to admit that the blow of the Blood Soul Son's previous anger and the blow of Feng Feiyu's full infusion are indeed enough to produce such a great destructive power.

However, these are no longer important.

Feng Feiyu will mourn for the dead soul, but it is only grief.

At this moment, his brows are tightly locked, and his brain is constantly rummaging through the memories of his past life.

And in his hand, it was like a storage bag that he had just gotten from the Blood Soul Son. This bulging bag contained many things that Feng Feiyu had never known before, but he was no longer interested in them.

The only thing that interested him was the metal token that had vanished.

How could Tuoba Changfeng have anything to do with a pawn in the Eastern Regions who was not worth looking at in front of him?

What does the token with the word wind imply, or rather explain?

Before the Blood Soul knew about his existence, had he ever seen Tuoba Changfeng?

Did Tuoba Changfeng already know the news of his reincarnation?

And so on, and so on, Feng Feiyu has already counted several streets with his fingers.

In fact, Feng Feiyu also had a certain guess about the identity of the Blood Soul Son in his heart. It's just that he needs enough evidence to argue it.

Slowly stopped, Feng Feiyu stood silently at the intersection of several streets.

Just now, it was here that he met those two brothers and sisters, and was attacked and killed by the people of the Blood Soul Sect, and then it was also here that he left his father to pursue one of the men in black, and then he encountered the Blood Soul Son.

Later, a series of fights ensued.

Now, looking at this place again, a hint of murder appeared in Feng Feiyu's eyes.

Obviously, this is a trap.

As for the purpose, he temporarily attributed it to the revenge of the Blood Soul Son. Because before him, the Blood Soul Son had been seriously injured by Feng Huayuan and others, and it was because of this that his strength declined, and he fell from a strong man in the Ding Emperor period to an ordinary Ding Emperor.

Therefore, he hated Feng Huayuan in his heart, but he couldn't find Feng Huayuan, so he took the opportunity to take Feng Feiyu as the object of revenge.

The Feng family is cut off from children and grandchildren, I think it is more painful than letting Feng Huayuan be seriously injured or even die, right?

At least for now, Feng Feiyu is thinking about it in his heart.

He didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't want to think about it. Because as long as he imagined, the metal token with the word wind would appear in front of him, and in his heart, there would also be a shadow like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

Shaking his head hard, he shook all his unpleasant thoughts out of his head and looked at the place again.

Not far from his feet, there was a pool of blood.

The owner of this pool of blood, Feng Feiyu is no stranger, it is the young man who holds a sword made of phoenix listening stones.

He still remembered very clearly how the young man felt when he was holding a long sword in his hand.

If Feng Feiyu's eyes are not mistaken, this young man is definitely a generation of kings when he is cultivated!

Feng Feiyu is eager to become stronger, but he is also eager to meet an opponent who can match him. This teenager is one of them.

But for some reason, Feng Feiyu always felt that this young man would bring him an experience that did not know the blessings and misfortunes.

He leaned down gently, stroking the pool of blood on the ground with one hand, and in an instant, his surroundings seemed to be wrapped in cold winter.

Feng Feiyu's eyes were surrounded by a touch of vigor, and his eyes were staring at his hands tightly.

Through the blood, he could see a little bit of black gas active in it.

Isn't this black qi the kind on the Blood Soul Son's body?

The opponent he was looking for was actually a member of the Blood Soul Sect. This result, Ren Feiyu, is also a little difficult to accept.

I thought that this young man was only being used temporarily, but who knows, he is already a member of the Blood Soul Sect.

Gently wiping the blood from his hands, he waved his small fist and looked at the person in front of him.

"My good son, where did you go just now?" Feng Yuanjie's voice came out from afar, and seeing that Feng Feiyu was fine, his hanging heart finally fell to the ground.

"Daddy, didn't you look for me just now? Why, didn't you find it?" Feng Feiyu said with a smile, turning into that cute child again. His eyes blinked as he looked at Feng Yuanjie, and the corners of his mouth grinned.

"You stinky boy, you're not big, and your speed is really not slow!" Feng Yuanjie said, patting Feng Feiyu on the shoulder and asking, "You kid, do you have wings on your body?"

"Ding Qi will not turn into wings, I am really convinced of you!" he muttered to himself, his voice was not clear, but it was not heard by Feng Yuanjie.

"Hmph!" Feng Yuanjie snorted lightly and said: "My Crescent City has become like this, do you really think that I have no one in the Feng family?

"Don't let me know which sect did it, otherwise, hum!" the corners of his mouth rose, and he said in a rather threatening tone, "I have to let you not get along in the Eastern Regions!"

Feng Feiyu looked at Feng Yuanjie's serious appearance, but he laughed, and said slowly: "You just know who did it, I think, I'm afraid you don't have the strength to go to someone else to start a full-scale war!"

"Eastern Regions, is there still a sect that my Feng family is afraid of?" Feng Yuanjie said, as if he felt that his words were wrong, and hurriedly added: "Of course, except for the elusive Blood Soul Sect!"

"What do you say, my son!" he said with a smile and looked into Feng Feiyu's eyes.

"Uh-huh!" Feng Feiyu snorted, took out a bulging bag from Feng Yuanjie's waist, weighed it a few times, and then slowly spoke: "Actually, what I want to say is that the person who caused such a big damage just now is the Blood Soul Sect Master, the Blood Soul Son!"

"Hiss!" Feng Yuanjie gasped, looked at Feng Feiyu's serious eyes, and confirmed it a few times before he asked again: "You said it's the Blood Soul Son?"

"If it weren't for his poor strength, he wouldn't have been killed by me at such a young age!" Feng Feiyu said in his heart, looking at Feng Yuanjie's eager eyes with a worried look, only to feel sweat on his forehead.

He really hadn't figured out how to deal with Feng Yuanjie's interrogative questioning.