Chapter 0171 Zhao Jian Soul!

"Is it just the two of you in the family?" Lin Feng suddenly asked.

"That's right!" Zhao Feifeng sighed softly, and said faintly: "Actually, I still have an elder brother, my brother's name is Zhao Feilong, since childhood, my brother is a peerless genius, he began to cultivate his fighting spirit at the age of three, and in less than ten years, he has reached the realm of a great grandmaster, and when he was sixteen years old, he was already a first-grade martial saint, and it can be said that he is the youngest first-grade martial saint in the Wei Kingdom!"

Speaking of this, Zhao Feifeng's eyes carried a touch of deep pride, indeed, the sixteen-year-old first-grade martial saint, this achievement is absolutely peerless, of course, someone like Lin Feng who opens a plug-in is an absolute exception.

Speaking of this, Zhao Feifeng sighed softly and said gloomily: "It's a pity that my brother died in the war against the barbarians three years ago!"

"Martyrdom?" Lin Feng couldn't help frowning: "A first-grade martial saint can't escape?"

Suddenly, Lin Feng had a sense of conspiracy in his heart.

Zhao Feifeng rolled his eyes, looked at Lin Feng and said, "Do you really not know, or do you pretend not to know?"

"I really don't know!" Lin Feng shook his head slightly: "I don't even know what you mean?"

Zhao Feifeng sighed softly and continued, "Okay!

"Of course I know, I'm still facing the Heavenly Saint Palace now!" Lin Feng muttered in his heart.

Zhao Feifeng continued: "In fact, there is a force in the Eastern Continent that the Heavenly Saint Palace is not willing to provoke, this is the power of the barbarians, when they appear to be strong at the ground level, they will not be absorbed by the Heavenly Saint Palace, and over time, such a force will be formed, although the strong of the barbarians may not be able to surpass the Heavenly Saint Palace, but it is extremely difficult for the Heavenly Saint Palace to deal with the barbarians without spending a considerable price!"

"I see!" Lin Feng nodded and said, "It turns out that there are also masters among the barbarians!"

"Yes!" Zhao Feifeng nodded: "However, there is an agreement between the barbarians and the Heavenly Saint Palace, and no strong person who exceeds the ground level is allowed to make a move, so ordinary people rarely know that there are strong people among the barbarians, and it is also our Zhao family who has been dealing with barbarians all year round, and only then do we know that the barbarians are fine!"

"In this way, the barbarians are still very terrifying!" Lin Feng began to be vigilant in his heart, how could he say that his intelligence was still too little, he could not correctly estimate the power of the Heavenly Saint Palace, nor could he estimate the power of the barbarians, and it was extremely disadvantageous for him to not be able to know himself and his opponent.

Speaking of this, Zhao Feifeng sighed softly: "After my brother died, my father seemed to be dozens of years old, alas, I am a girl who can't help my father, and Feiyang is a natural body of nine leaks, and I can't cultivate any fighting spirit by nature, don't look at our family's infinite scenery now, if my father suddenly leaves us that day, I'm afraid that our family will also collapse in an instant!"

"Don't worry, with me, I will definitely not let your family collapse like this!" Lin Feng gently hugged Zhao Feifeng: "I promise, your family will be prosperous and become the largest family in this Qinglan Continent, of course, the premise is to let your younger brother Zhao Feiyang have a few more!"

Ahh

Zhao Feiyang suddenly sneezed, couldn't help rubbing his cheeks, and said to himself: "It's strange, who is talking about me!"

Father!

The two of them finally came to Zhao Feifeng's father's study one after the other, Lin Feng suddenly grabbed Zhao Feifeng's arm: "What, I don't know what your father's name is!"

"Hehe, my father's name! It's easy to remember, Sword Soul, Zhao Sword Soul, remember!" Zhao Feifeng looked at Lin Feng with a smile.

"Sword Soul?" Lin Feng touched his hair and smiled bitterly: "This name is really quite a surname!"

As he spoke, Zhao Feifeng had already pushed open the door of the room, but above the desk was a man in military uniform, his hair was already slightly gray, but the momentum on his body was still strong, especially after countless killing arrays, he naturally had a fierce aura on his body.

Lin Feng saw it in his eyes, but he was secretly shocked in his heart, this Zhao Jian Soul was obviously a first-grade martial saint, you must know that the first-grade martial saint can already adjust his qi and blood, so that his body will not continue to age, although it is said that he cannot break through the separation between heaven and man, but it is not impossible to keep himself in a state of youth at all times.

But the Zhao Jian Soul in front of him was obviously aging, and if it weren't for the huge spiritual blow he had suffered, he would definitely not have been in such a situation.

"Daddy!" Zhao Feifeng gently came to Zhao Jiansoul's side.

"It's Feng'er!" Zhao Jiansoul glanced up at Zhao Feifeng, and a faint tenderness suddenly appeared in his eyes, and at this moment, the fierce evil aura that flowed out of his body seemed to disappear out of thin air.

"Father, I'm still thinking about military affairs!" Zhao Feifeng said with a smile.

"Well, during this time, the barbarian rabbit cubs are a little restless!" Zhao Jiansoul shook his head slightly and said: "It seems that the war is about to start again, these rabbit cubs don't give them a little ruthlessness, they don't know what their surnames are!"

Zhao Feifeng smiled slightly and said: "It's okay, how can these barbarians be your opponents for your father, by the way, father, let me introduce you!"

While speaking, Zhao Feifeng pulled Lin Feng to the front of Zhao Jiansoul, and said with a smile: "This is Lin Feng!"

Zhao Jiansoul glanced at Lin Feng, and then at Zhao Feifeng, his eyes immediately revealed a gleam, and he stood up with a smile at that time, and grabbed Lin Feng's hands: "Lin Feng, tsk, it's really a talent, our family Feng'er is not very good-tempered, you have to take care of this more in the future!"

That expression, that action, as if Zhao Feifeng couldn't get married.

In fact, the facts are almost the same, with Zhao Feifeng's fierce surname, even if he takes a fancy to Zhao Feifeng's beauty, he can't bear her surname, and he talked to her, even his little hands didn't pull him, and he was abused by her.

"That, Feng'er has a good temper!" Lin Feng smiled bitterly.

"Someone, set up a banquet!" Zhao Jiansoul suddenly shouted: "I want to treat my future son-in-law well!"

"No, why is this patriarch like this!" Lin Feng smiled bitterly in his heart: "Set up a banquet as soon as we meet?"

"Father, are you too relaxed, this is the first time you have met!" Zhao Feifeng also looked at Zhao Jiansoul incredulously.

"Cut, I still believe in my daughter's vision, how can the person she chooses be an ordinary person!" Zhao Jiansoul said very naturally.

Next, under the warm invitation of Zhao Jiansoul, Lin Feng frequently drank with Zhao Jiansoul while enjoying the food.

The right is to eat, and as for the accumulated impurities, it can only be said that it will take a little time to refine in the future, so it can't be ugly for Zhao Feifeng, right?

The taste of this wine is very mellow, and there is an indescribable wonderful feeling in the mouth, and when it enters the abdomen, it is like a fire, and the strength of the wine quickly rushes to the brain.

Lin Feng frowned slightly, and carefully refined the alcohol.

Zhao Jiansoul also became happier the more he drank, he didn't expect the young man in front of him to be so good at drinking, he really had a feeling that there were a thousand glasses of wine for his confidant, and in the end, the two of them simply stopped eating vegetables, just drank vigorously. And Zhao Feifeng, who was next to him, was still a little timid at first, afraid that his father would get Lin Feng drunk, his face was cloudy and uncertain, and his eyes were anxiously staring at Lin Feng.

But he didn't expect that after more than a hundred cups, Lin Feng still maintained his original vigor and was in good spirits. This couldn't help but make her hanging heart put down, her eyebrows opened and she smiled, and a pair of beautiful eyes kept looking at Lin Feng.

Until, when Zhao Jiansoul couldn't drink anymore and fell on the table with a bang, Lin Feng still tasted the wine in the cup slowly as if he was a person who had nothing to do.

Zhao Feifeng hurriedly sent Zhao Jiansoul to the bedroom, sighed faintly, looked at Lin Feng and said, "You are really amazing, this is the first time I have seen someone get drunk on my father!"

"I feel that your family is the best!" Lin Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I really doubt that this is a great general!"

"Father is not usually like this,

I think he must be very happy today!" Zhao Feifeng pondered slightly and said slowly.

"Okay, let's not talk about that, where is your room? I'm tired, I need to take a good rest!" Lin Feng suddenly approached Zhao Feifeng's earlobe, aggravating the word rest.

"You scoundrel!" Zhao Feifeng's pretty face turned red to the back of her ears.