However, unexpectedly, Yan Fenghuan did not make any moves.

She even retracted her steps and stopped where she was.

"Did anything happen? Are there any injuries?" After the man yelled at Wen Jinfang, he hurriedly pulled him around, and as he turned, he looked around him.

There were no injuries, and there was nothing miserable.

The visitor breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Jinfang was also good-tempered, and smiled lightly and let him move.

When he was turned back again, Wen Jinfang said softly, "I'm fine, grandpa." Fun Cabinet

Only then did everyone see that that person was the head of the Wen family, Wen Huaqing.

is also the rumored grandfather of Wen Jinfang.

For a while, the expressions were different, and many people even had a look of expectation on their faces.

Wen Jinfang's voice was light and gentle, and his words were gentle and polite, but Wen Huaqing exploded all of a sudden when he heard this!

"Alright?! Are you going to stand here and gasp for breath if you have something? Didn't I tell you to come with me!"

"Grandpa—" Wen Jinfang tried to reassure.

"Don't call me grandpa! You're so capable, why don't I call you grandpa! You said that you had promised to follow me to meet Miss Zou, but what happened?"

Wen Jinfang closed his eyes helplessly and exhaled, "I didn't promise you."

These words seemed to add fuel to the fire, and Wen Huaqing suddenly blew his beard: "Isn't it a tacit acquiescence that you didn't speak!" The result? Early in the morning, let alone the shadows, I didn't even see any of your footprints. What kind of oil are you smearing under your feet, running so fast! The more you get older—"

"W-what's this in your hand?"

Wen Huaqing is like a lit cannonball, without the "honest and harmless" shadow on weekdays.

Halfway through the count, he suddenly found the Ming Feng in Wen Jinfang's hand.

At this moment, the sword scabbard of Mingfeng was faintly lit up, and the sword body wanted to come out of the sheath.

Moreover, the sword intent had already overflowed from the silver sword body, all of which were repelling Wen Huaqing's approach, and the meaning of the protector was extremely obvious.

Seeing this, Wen Jinfang raised his hand and pressed the position of the hilt of the sword, and patted it as if soothing at the end.

"Automatic Protector...... This is a high-grade spiritual weapon!" Wen Huaqing glanced at it twice, and was suddenly taken aback, "Hiss! How do you hold it? Give it to me!"

Wen Jinfang's physical body is mortal, and high-level spiritual weapons can't be controlled at all.

If you don't pay attention to it, it will be a broken end, and Wen Huaqing was so shocked that his soul was scattered for a while.

However, the phenomenon of Wen Jinfang being devoured by the spirit weapon did not appear, but because of the latter's two taps, the spirit sword quieted down.

「……」

His steps as he rushed forward suddenly stopped, his posture was a little funny, and his eyes looked at Wen Jinfang in disbelief.

Just as he was about to ask something, Ji Hongzhi stepped forward and grabbed him: "Master Wen, don't be impatient!"

Wen Huaqing was stunned for a moment, only to realize that there were so many people in the field at this time.

And all eyes are on this side.

Yan Jing also walked over with a smile and patted him on the shoulder: "Master Wen, don't worry, that is my Yan family's supreme treasure Mingfeng, extremely spiritual, and will definitely not hurt Doctor Wen."

"Ringing Wind?!" Wen Huaqing's pupils shrank, he had naturally heard of the name of this spiritual weapon.

Why did it suddenly fall into the hands of his grandson?

Because he was so shocked, Wen Huaqing didn't even notice that when Yan Jing mentioned Wen Jinfang, he would be extra respectful.

At such a moment's moment, Wen Huaqing's whole person had been put aside by Ji Hongzhi and Yan Jing.

If you don't hurry up and tell him about the situation just now, I'm afraid he will start beating Wen Jinfang.

That's not going to work.

Yan Fenghuan stood silently, and the eyes of all the monks wandered around her and Wen Huaqing.

The curiosity can't be hidden.

It can't be helped, it's too much like a good show.

Yan Fenghuan had just spoken cruelly to everyone, and when he turned his head, a Wen Huaqing appeared.

It's just here to smash the field.

Ji Linxing even walked to the side of Yan Fenghuan and smiled at her.

Then he gestured in Wen Huaqing's direction: "What should you do now?"

Yan Fenghuan squinted at him and didn't speak.

Turning her head, her gaze just met Wen Jinfang's beautiful eyes, who were also looking at her.

Seeing that Yan Fenghuan looked over, Wen Jinfang also bowed slightly at her.

In the sunlight, a soft and peaceful smile brewed in the light-colored pupils.

Sighing almost invisibly, Yan Fenghuan turned around and said to the monks, "Today's excitement here is over, everyone hurry up and prepare for the competition."

Her words were tantamount to expressing her attitude, and Ji Pinglong's side quickly took over the field, and the escort team maintained order in the field.

Seeing this, the monks also knew that there was nothing good to watch today.

So they didn't stay long, they all bowed to each other, and then left one after another.

They each went to the other mustard gates to prepare for tomorrow's game.

The scene quickly became empty, and Ji Hongzhi and the others on the other side also walked back.

Although it was not a long time, it was enough for Ji Hongzhi and Yan Jing to basically relay what had just happened to Wen Huaqing.

At this moment, the latter had a strange look on his face.

In just a few steps back, he looked at Wen Jinfang three times.

He couldn't have imagined that his grandson would have such a relationship with Yan Fenghuan.

Moreover, the most terrible thing is that he actually "offended" Wen Jinfang in front of Yan Fenghuan just now.

Although that's what he said, who is Wen Jinfang?

That's the grandson he raised since he was a child, and he wants him to suddenly treat him as a person of the same status as Yan Fenghuan......

It's too hard for a strong man.

For a while, Wen Huaqing actually had a feeling of confusion.

He stood not far from Wen Jinfang and Yan Fenghuan, looking at his grandson with a complicated face.

An old face, because the color of the entanglement is too thick, twisted into a twist.

Wen Jinfang saw his thoughts, and said with a smile: "Don't think about saluting me, when you go home, you have to let me go back for you, let's not toss."

「……」

Stinky boy.

The solemnity and solemnity on Wen Huaqing's face suddenly did not stop.

Ji Linxing and the others also laughed.

Wen Huaqing looked at Yan Fenghuan embarrassedly, and seeing that the latter's face didn't look like he was going to settle accounts, Wen Huaqing had some bottom in his heart.

But he was still a little embarrassed and said, "Miss Yan, I just ......."

Yan Fenghuan shook his head at him and smiled: "Old Man Wen, since you have the fate of your ancestors and grandchildren, I will not interfere, don't worry too much, everything is as usual." I'm here for this."

She smiled faintly and held out her hand, and the space fluctuated.

Immediately, in front of everyone's eyes, a book of exercises called "Frost Condensing Sword Technique" appeared in Yan Fenghuan's left hand.

"The Wen family belongs to the water system, and after thinking about it, I think this sword technique is probably more useful for you."

Yan Fenghuan handed the cheats to Wen Huaqing, who was stunned, and then with a flick of his right hand, a dark green jade appeared in his hand.

She handed it to Wen Huaqing again.

"This rock guard, although the effect is not as strong as before, but below the ninth level, it is difficult to break, so it can be regarded as a gift from me to the Wen family again."

The previous Rock Guard had already returned to the Lord, and unless she forcibly reversed the formation and stripped away, she would not leave Wen Jinfang.

And of course she couldn't do such a thing.

In this way, the Wen family has less of a rock guard.

「……」

Wen Hua swallowed.

The monk's exercises range from one to six grades, all of which require the use of spirit

According to its specific quality, it is subdivided into three types: elementary, middle and high.

The higher the level, the stronger the escaping aura.

Looking at the rich aura on the outer layer of the "Frost Condensing Sword Technique", and the words "Golden Primary".

The heartbeat of everyone present suddenly increased a lot.

"Miss Yan, you, what are you ......" Wen Huaqing's gaze moved to Yan Fenghuan's right hand again, "This is too precious......

Originally, he thought that it would be good for the rock guard to be on Wen Jinfang, but he didn't expect Yan Fenghuan to send another one!

He knew that these two gifts were too big, but he had to admit that he was really very moved.

You must know that the highest technique inherited by his Wen family is only a third-grade intermediate!

"Yes." Yan Fenghuan handed two things to Wen Huaqing, "I can't tell you about cause and effect, but this is my thank you. Today, I am in a hurry to prepare, and I promise the Wen family one more promise that if there is a need for my help in the future, I will do my best to help."

These words really made Ji Hongzhi and the others gasp.

The promise of joy is far more than the value of the first two gifts!

However, when Wen Huaqing heard this, he suddenly calmed down, and immediately understood what Yan Fenghuan meant.

She may not be able to see through why his Wen family and Wen Jinfang have this fate.

But that didn't stop her from expressing her gratitude.

He glanced at Wen Jinfang and found that the latter was also looking at Yan Fenghuan's back with some surprise.

Obviously, I didn't expect Yan Fenghuan to come out like this.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Huaqing secretly emboldened himself and tried his best to accept the two "thank you gifts" calmly.

"In that case, then I might as well be respectful, thank you Miss Yan!" Wen Huaqing smiled and took it with both hands.

Yan Fenghuan originally wanted to hide, but in the end he just smiled helplessly: "I should thank you."

Everyone noticed that from the beginning, Yan Fenghuan had been using honorifics.

However, with her age and age, there was really no one present who dared to take on the word "you" in her mouth.

Wen Huaqing smiled even more bitterly: "Miss Yan, you are tormenting me."

Yan Fenghuan glanced at Wen Jinfang's direction, and was also a little helpless.

The Lingwu Realm is chaotic, and it is indeed not a day or two.

In fact, she didn't have bad intentions, and wanted to take advantage of this time to take advantage of Wen Jinfang's generation.

After all, if you take it seriously now, compared to her age, Wen Jinfang is really just a "baby" in front of her.

It's basically no different from Yan Ling and others.

However, she knew to herself that he had only temporarily lost his memory, but he was still pretentious.

Taking advantage of Feng's proposed seniority, she was worried that if she died in the future, she would have to be split open by the thunder and pulled out to whip the corpse.

Moreover......

That's a blessing.

It's the person she swore to protect for the rest of her life.

Sighing, Yan Fenghuan raised his head and smiled at Wen Huaqing and said, "Old Man Wen, it is an indisputable fact that you and he have the fate of ancestors and grandchildren. On my side, I have to pay tribute to you according to his generation. As for you, how can you come comfortably, how?"

Yan Fenghuan thinks that she has expressed it very clearly.

However, when I looked up, I saw a circle of stunned faces.

"What's wrong?" Yan Fenghuan couldn't help asking.