Feng Lingzi's eyes fell on Yan Fenghuan, but he found that the latter was holding his folding fan in his hand and looking at Shen Mingzhi and the others with a smile, the expression and attitude of the whole person were conniving and gentle.

「……」

He has seen this picture for thousands of years, but the difference is that the people who are indulged are happy words.

Feng Lingzi laughed a little weirdly, and the laughter became louder and louder, causing everyone to look at him.

And the latter even had some tears in the corners of his eyes, smiling and laughing, he seemed to be a little tired, panting and leaning on the edge of the competition table, regardless of any manners, he sat down.

Immediately, he put his right hand on the side of the competition table, looked up at Yan Fenghuan, and his eyes seemed to be mocking and pitiful: "Do you regret this?"

The tone is faint, and it gives people goosebumps for no reason.

Yan Fenghuan tilted his head and didn't speak, just lowered his eyes and looked at him lightly.

Originally, Feng Lingzi was very disgusted with being looked at condescendingly, but at this moment, he was leaning on the side of the stage, and being looked at like this by Yan Fenghuan, the whole person was much more stretched than just now.

The corners of his mouth curled in an extremely obvious arc: "It's disgusting that you do this."

Everyone frowned, and before they could react, they heard Feng Lingzi say, "But I feel very happy when I see you like this."

"Talking? Hehehe, you changed your name and surname, and you have been hiding your head and tail for so many years, I thought you had already given birth to a pair of iron hearts-" The smile on Feng Lingzi's face was a little weirdly enlarged, and his eyes were bloodshot and stared at Yan Fenghuan,

"Elegant and easy-going, gentle and smiling, who are you imitating? Does it work for you to make yourself like them? Hahahahaha, don't you think you're disgusting? Do you think you are worthy?"

Yan Fenghuan looked at him, still didn't speak, the folding fan in her hand didn't know when to put it down, her hands hung down at her side, and the whole figure stood alone outside the crowd.

From the perspective of others, this was probably really poked in the sore spot by Feng Lingzi, and he was speechless.

However, Yan Fenghuan didn't open his mouth to refute, but someone would not let him continue to belittle him like this.

"Feng Lingzi—" Yan Jing's face was angry, and he stepped forward in a few steps, his tone unceremoniously, "What are you crazy about?"

His hands are full of spiritual power, looking at that appearance, even if he is desperate for the consequences of being poked in the back, he has to beat Feng Lingzi, who is seriously injured.

Maybe with his ability to kill the immortal god, but even if he fights for this life, he won't let Feng Lingzi have a good time!

On the other side, Yan Ling stepped forward almost at the same time, the anger and distress on his face were mixed, almost to the point where he couldn't hide it.

She pulled Yan Fenghuan hard, and the latter didn't know why, but she was really dragged by her.

"What for?" Yan Fenghuan was pulled down behind Yan Ling, and looked at the back of Yan Ling's head funny, with some helplessness in his clear voice.

However, before Yan Ling could answer, Yan Jing on the other side had no pause in his hand, and slapped it towards Feng Lingzi's face with all his might.

Hitting people doesn't slap people in the face, but Yan Jing doesn't plan to pay attention to Feng Lingzi.

"Don't—"

"Farewell, brother—"

"Wait—"

Several exclamations rang out, but Yan Jing's strength was not weak, and it was too late for them to stop it!

Feng Lingzi's strength is sealed at this moment, can the divine body withstand the full force of the monk's blow?

If Feng Lingzi dies like this, I'm afraid there will be a lot of trouble!

Just when Feng Lingzi was about to be bombarded in the face, a gilded folding fan broke through the air, easily blocking Yan Jing's blow.

It didn't carry any huge power on it, but it used its skill to separate Yan Jing, and then unloaded the momentum of Yan Jing's attack, allowing him to collect it unharmed.

After doing all this, the folding fan leisurely spun around in the air, turned back to the place where it came from, and was caught by a white hand.

Yan Fenghuan stood behind Yan Ling, put away the folding fan, and looked at Yan Jing with a smile.

The latter was glanced at by the black and white eyes, even if there was no anger in them

Si, he was suddenly honest, and his steps came over one by one.

Yan Fenghuan glanced at him: "Reckless."

Although Yan Jing has served as the head of the Yan family for many years, he was still embarrassed by Yan Fenghuan at this moment, and he didn't dare to argue more, but said to Yan Fenghuan seriously: "Your Excellency, you don't have to listen to your heart."

Feng Lingzi's words were clearly heard by everyone present, although he said it vaguely, and the preface did not match the afterword, but the disdain and disgust in the words were very obvious.

As far as Feng Huan is concerned, he has also changed his previous relaxed appearance, and he didn't even say a word back, which made Yan Jing very worried.

Yan Fenghuan naturally knew about his maintenance, and nodded with a smile when he heard this, accepting his kindness, and then he still didn't give up the order: "If I'm not there, don't face the god-level powerhouse."

Even if you are dying, the gods have 10,000 ways to pinch death and pay respect.

Yan Jing was silent, but under Yan Fenghuan's quiet gaze, he could only nod indiscriminately in the end.

Agree is agree, but dare next time.

Yan Fenghuan sighed helplessly, knowing that Yan Jing probably didn't listen, but this matter was not clear for a while, she turned her head to look at Yan Ling, who was still looking at her with a worried face: "What about you? Do you want to comfort me?"

Yan Ling shook her head, and under the eyes of Ji Hongzhi, the older generation and Ji Linxing and other juniors, she said to Yan Fenghuan very seriously, "I can help you scold."

When one person's strength scolds, it can't compare to two people.

Yan Ling felt that he couldn't let his own dignity fall behind in the matter of scolding.

「……」

Because Yan Ling said it was so sincere, there was a sudden silence on the scene.

「…… No need." "I didn't plan to quarrel with him."

If you have that time, wouldn't it be good to sleep?

She was long past the age when she wanted to argue about these things, and some people were useless in saying anything.

And Yan Fenghuan always felt that they had misunderstood something, so that they looked at her one by one as if they were fragile clay figures.

"Are you the Yan family?" Behind them, Feng Lingzi silently looked at their "Warm Pulse" for a while, and suddenly asked.

Yan Jing looked back coldly: "So what?"

Feng Lingzi was stunned, narrowed his eyes, and the face of the child who was crying and refused to reveal any useful information in his memory gradually became clear.

When Yan Jing had just attacked him, he felt that aura was familiar, and as soon as this sentence came out, he was finally completely sure: "Are you the child who didn't cultivate back then?"

Yan Jing snorted coldly: "You remember."

It's kind of admitted.

"Huh." Feng Lingzi suddenly realized and looked at Yan Fenghuan, "Back then, I was thinking, who had the ability to save people from Xi Lian's hands, but I didn't expect it to be you!"

Speaking of which, people who are as smart as Shen Mingzhi are already stormy in their hearts!

Although they knew that the occasion was wrong, they still looked at Yan Fenghuan and Yan Jing, and the excitement of the legend being completely confirmed made people tremble with excitement.

At the beginning, in order to investigate Yan Fenghuan, the information center didn't know how many wild history miscellaneous things to talk about.

The seemingly bizarre legend of Yan Fenghuan and Yan Jing, but in fact it was finally found to be highly credible, has been used as a typical example for in-depth verification.

According to legend, Yan Jing jumped away when he was young, refused to practice, went out to play one day, and was taken captive.

When life and death were unpredictable, a woman in white traveled thousands of miles to save the lives of young children.

Then the Yan family descended a golden light, and the young son was sent back safe and sound in the huge divine light.

They only found out that there was a trace of joy in this matter, but they never thought that there were other gods behind it!

I'm afraid that the origin of those things back then was all done by that god named "Xi Lian"!

And if nothing else, this "Xi Lian" should be the god behind the deep and simple.

their hearts

was shocked, but the more critical it was, the more inconspicuous it became, and I just hoped that Feng Lingzi would say some useful information because he couldn't look down on them.

Sure enough, Feng Lingzi really didn't disappoint them.

"Hmph, Xi Lian was still blowing nonsense at that time, saying that the thief was hit by her dozen or so extremely cold ice arrows, and there was absolutely no chance of survival, I didn't expect you to be an eyesore here now." Feng Lingzi snorted coldly.

Yan Fenghuan said lightly, "My life is big, am I jealous?"

Feng Lingzi has probably been choked up like this too many times, and he doesn't want to waste time on this anymore.

He looked at Yan Fenghuan sarcastically, like looking at a piece of rotten stinking mud, and his eyes were full of mockery:

"Why? You can do your best to save even a mortal, but you can treat your mentor and friend more viciously than a femme fatale."

"Yan Fenghuan, do you think that with this strange face, doing some pure things, imitating some of their expressions and voices, you can offset your filthy sins and cover up your rotten and smelly soul?"

Feng Lingzi's words were too informative, and for a while, everyone couldn't tell which words were true.

And Feng Lingzi just stared straight at Yan Fenghuan, especially wanting to tear her calm face off.

Yan Fenghuan shouldn't be so calm, why should she be peaceful?

She should be full of regret, struggling and suffering every day, and never be able to live!

Thinking like this, his eyes were a little crazy.

Feng Huan's clear and ice-like voice sounded at this time: "Feng Lingzi, if I were you, I would choose to shut up."

Yan Fenghuan's response made Feng Lingzi's weird smile even bigger: "What? I did it, but I couldn't hear it?"

His voice was suddenly a little sharp, and for a moment a faint black mist appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

However, the time was too short, and everyone couldn't be sure for a while.

At this moment, he saw Yan Fenghuan exhale a breath of turbidity, and said to Feng Lingzi: "If I can't hear you tossing and turning riddles here, pulling out your tongue, or using spells to block your voice, which do you think I won't?"

Feng Lingzi was stunned.

"I don't want to pay attention to you, I just don't think it's really necessary—" Yan Fenghuan looked at him lightly, "You, like Xi Lian, always like to muddy the waters with these reasons that have nothing to do with you, but are very high-sounding. But your true greed lives in your heart and nourishes the devil."

The yin wind and thunder of Feng Lingzi's limbs shook, and Feng Lingzi suddenly used his muscles to burst out, and the cold sweat soared in an instant!

The black shadow that had just flashed was forced out of Feng Lingzi's mouth......