Feng Yixian did not retreat.

He controlled the distance to two zhang, and encouraged his true qi to make another killing move.

Its name is "Wind Rolling Sand".

Fallen leaves and dust rose and swirled around the two of them.

Then there is the "reading wind".

The combination of the two killing methods is a nirvana routine for the children of the Feng family when they are fighting with outsiders.

Covering everyone's five senses with strong wind and sand, he relies on his ability to read air currents to obtain information.

In addition, the Tiangang Divine Wind Sutra is already known for its speed and dexterity, and when an idle martial artist is hit, he will be defeated.

But Feng Yixian inexplicably felt that the sand in this forest was not very obedient.

"The wind rolls the sand, reads the wind and ......"

Clear words came from the chaotic wind.

"It's all the stunts of the Tiangang Divine Wind Sutra, and I specially learned about it before I came south."

"The Ten Classics are indeed the Ten Classics, but it's a pity that those who practice can't ......"

A sigh followed.

Feng Yixian suppressed his heartbeat and used the fourth killing method "Wind Ripple".

Three wind blades are slashed out, and on the side are five arrows in a row.

The pop sound was dull and incessant.

Reading Wind is still working.

Feng Yat-sen sensed a terrifying signal—the air currents were describing the enemy with "tremendous strength and swift speed."

On the tree next to the road, the two people who were cutting the iron wire were dragged down.

The wind and sand exploded.

A nearly three-meter-tall golden sand giant broke out with a slashing iron line, and the steel arrow on his body fell, and the gap cut by the wind blade was recovering at high speed.

"Take my punch!"

The roar is majestic.

With a heavy punch, it hit the middle circle of the steel flywheel and deformed it.

Feng Yixian has severe pain in his wrist bone.

"Barren Sand Battle Armor, you are 'Red Sand' Hong Fan?!"

He threw down the flywheel and remembered the man's handsome face.

Hearing this name, the other three also regretted their bowels.

[It's not a shame to lose to Tianjiao, if I escape, I can still achieve a good talk......]

Feng Yixian turned his mind like lightning in his heart, and he pulled his legs to leave.

But the thoughts went up and down, and I couldn't pull out my legs.

He glanced down and saw that his calf had somehow been wrapped in a living mass of sand.

[It's over.] 】

Feng Yixian made the only correct judgment today.

"Please take a break."

Frontally, the sand giant slid up and hit a backhand hook.

Feng Yixian was vigorously raised, and then dragged down by the sand.

Then he collapsed on the ground and did not move.

The remaining three members of the Thousand Faces Wind Squad witnessed this scene with their own eyes, and their hearts were in turmoil.

Fighting, of course, can't be beaten.

But if they abandon their leader and escape, they still don't end well.

The strength was insufficient, and the mind was scattered, and the three were quickly captured.

Four people were thrown like garbage under a tree.

Hong Fan dissipated the sand armor and pressed his temple.

Out of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the man with the bow looking at him.

"I just thought about capturing you alive, for fear that I would break people with too much force, so I was a little nervous."

Hong Fan smiled heartily and explained.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but look at his boss.

The latter looked ashamed.

After being captured, it is natural to interrogate.

"We belong to the Thousand Faces Wind, and we were ordered to be stationed in Pang County to capture foreign knights."

"Since the ancient meaning has come to the new, there are more and more followers. Most of these people do not obey the law of the land and oppose the royal court, so they must be uprooted. ”

Feng Yixian looked at the sand stream jumping between his facial features, and answered all questions.

"I see that you just shot at the point, but you want to capture me alive?"

Hong Fan asked.

The surnamed Feng nodded again.

"Why do you want to catch it alive?"

Hong Fan asked.

"It's an order from above."

Feng Yixian immediately replied.

"Bringing back the outsiders of the martial arts will give you the most reward."

"As for why, we don't know."

"I haven't been back to Yunlan City myself for more than a year."

He finished pouring beans into a bamboo tube.

"And the question, how did you know I was coming?"

Hong Fan asked again.

"There are our men in the Deokshou Army."

"Who?"

"Three masters, Hao Yong."

Feng Yixian did not hesitate to sell people.

Hong Fan nodded when he heard this.

"I said that I was so reckless, it turned out that it was to test my cultivation."

He smiled lightly and looked at Feng Yixian.

"It's all clear, do you have anything else to say?"

The latter saw that the momentum was wrong.

"You're trying to kill me? I've told you everything! ”

Feng Yixian was anxious.

"It's not going to be worth it."

Hong Fan said seriously.

"You don't say that I have my own means to force you to say; Your acquaintance has saved the torment. ”

"No, don't kill me, the clan will pay for me!"

Feng Yixian first pleaded, then threatened.

"I am the noble son of the Huaiyang Feng Clan, and I am carrying the blood of the ancestral dragon, how can you kill me!"

Hong Fan was stunned.

The Dragon Soul Tree can sense dragon blood, which has been confirmed in Xiao Zhenxie and Xiao Kefei.

But he had no sense in Feng Yixian.

"Your Feng family also has dragon blood?"

Hong Fan asked.

Feng Yixian thought that his words were valid, and nodded again and again.

"That's a low purity, right?"

Hong Fan speculated.

"Nonsense! His Xiao family was just lucky to sit in that position, and the dragon blood inherited by my Feng clan was by no means less than that of his Xiao family! ”

When Feng Yixian heard this, his reaction was extremely intense.

Hong Fan was noncommittal.

After arriving in Xijing, he gradually realized that dragon blood and martial arts talent were not actually related.

Martial arts talent is a very complicated thing, and the family does not have an advantage over the Hanmen in this regard.

The concentration of dragon blood that the first-class family is proud of brings stronger vitality, endurance, strength, and other physical qualities under the initiates - those who bear the dragon blood are often stronger in the same realm.

"Since the Feng family is a first-class family, there must indeed be a dragon blood inheritance."

After thinking for a moment, Hong Fan still chose to tell the truth.

"But you don't have dragon's blood in you."

"Impossible! How do you know I don't?! ”

Feng Yixian's expression was excited.

"My father is the eldest son of the eleventh room of the Feng clan, and I am cultivating the Tiangang Divine Wind Sutra, how can I not have dragon blood?!"

His eyes were red, and the corners of his eyes were even wet.

Hong Fan was silent and leaned less.

"I'm Xingjun, I really know that."

"Is it that Lingtang has a good relationship other than Lingzun?"

He said softly.

"You say I'm a wild seed?"

Feng Yixian looked furious, but seemed to be unable to restrain himself from thinking of something, and quickly deflated himself.

"There is less wind, and I have always wondered, you are the concubine in the house, how can you be assigned to do this kind of drudgery, and you can't go back to the royal city once a year?"

The middle-aged man on the side couldn't help but make up for it.

"Am I really a wild seed?"

The arrogance on Feng Yixian's face dissipated.

He was utterly hopeless.

Hong Fan was not interested in pestering again.

"If you still don't believe me, then I'll give you one final test."

The sand stream condensed into thorns, and stabbed down before Feng Yixian begged for mercy.

Hong Fan entered the inner gaze and stood silent for a moment.

There was a little bit of thin vitality between the roots of the Dragon Soul Tree, but the branches did not change, and there was still only the Dragon Soul Fruit bequeathed by Su Peifeng.

"I just said I didn't lie to you."

Hong Fan sighed.

Soon, the remaining three people also rushed to Huangquan in turn.

At this time, it was just noon (after 11 o'clock in the afternoon), and it was the best of the day.

Hong Fan simply searched the bodies of the four people, and jumped on the highest branch in a few steps.

Looking at it for a long time, the mountain ridge that I had climbed in the morning was still squatting on the opposite side.

He had to turn back.

(End of chapter)