On this day, the wind family is about to begin.

The three generations of the Feng family's children who have been trained outside have also returned to the family early, and the Feng family's internal comparison, in addition to testing the results of the Feng family's children's three-year cultivation, found that the children with strong qualifications and talents are even more honorable for the children of the Feng family.

Feng Mo rubbed his eyeballs, walked to his father Feng Haoran and sat down in a daze, quietly waiting for Neibi's start. When everyone arrived, Feng Qingyu stood up from the head of the family and said to all the three generations of the Feng family on the field:

"This time Naibi, I plan to change the way, I find one person to guard, you do your best to win him, I will determine your ranking according to the time and process. ”

When the Feng family disciples on the field heard Feng Qingyu's words, they all started talking, all thinking about who the defender was. Is it the three generations of the Feng family, or which uncle, is there still a young genius in the Feng family that they don't know? Only two individuals are still at peace, closing their eyes and recuperating.

Fengmo, who was still in a state of confusion, suddenly sobered up when he heard his grandfather say this. Thinking of the surprise that my grandfather said two days ago, I looked at my father with an unaware face, and I couldn't run away now.

Everyone was quietly waiting for the guard, and seeing that the time was almost up, Feng Qingyu looked at Feng Haoran, and everyone's eyes followed suit.

"Won't you?

"How can this be played? Isn't it all a one-trick lie down?"

Even the two of them who were safe before also looked sideways, what is the head of the family playing, it is simply to play their rhythm, if it is really Uncle Haoran, it is better to admit defeat directly.

"Mo'er, don't hide, come out, you'll be guarded!"

Well?

This is something that no one could have imagined, in the past ten years, he has gone deep into Jianchu, in addition to cultivation or cultivation, he knows that the head of the family has a grandson named Fengmo, but most of them have never seen it. Besides, now that he is only 12 years old, how much cultivation can he have, and can he successfully defend it?

In the discussion, Fengmo stepped onto the martial arts platform, his black shirt was elegant, and he stood with his hands in his hands.

"Let's fight!"

There are no superfluous words, just two words, which aroused everyone's anger, they are so arrogant that they simply don't take these brothers and sisters in their eyes.

I saw that one person couldn't help it and jumped on the martial arts platform first. This person's name is Feng Changlin, and he is a grandson of the Great Elder Feng Qingkun, fourteen years old, and he is a late-stage cultivator of the Body Refining Spirit.

Feng Qingkun, the great elder of the Feng family, the second brother of the head of the family.

"Cousin Fengmo, please advise!"

After speaking, Feng Changlin waved his hands, and several wind blades attacked straight towards Feng Mo. In the face of such a tentative attack, Feng Mo smiled slightly, his feet were light, and the Wind Shadow stepped out, dodging all the wind blades in the blink of an eye, and appeared behind Feng Changlin.

"Cousin Changlin, don't be tempted, just come up with your strongest means, otherwise you won't be on the stage next time. ”

"You ......"

His face was red with anger, Feng Changlin no longer tempted, and also used the Wind Shadow Step to bully him. The palm knife, wind finger, splitting hanging, etc. all failed, and after an attack, he didn't even touch the corner of the wind ink clothes.

"Go!"

The second-grade high-level martial art, the Wind Spirit Seal, was unleashed by Feng Changlin, and a pale cyan palm print pushed towards the wind ink at an extremely fast speed.

Martial arts are divided into nine grades and four levels, corresponding to the nine realms of the spirit disciple to the spirit venerable.

The same martial arts, unleashed by Wind Ink, are faster and more condensed than the previous ones.

"Bang!"

After the roar, Feng Mo's Wind Spirit Seal continued to attack towards Feng Changlin, the speed was too fast, and before he could react, he had already been knocked off the stage.

This result was unexpected by everyone, especially Feng Changlin, who was even more shocked, and when he really counted it, he didn't even catch Fengmo's move. Gray returned to his position, looking at the sympathetic gaze cast by everyone, his heart was mixed, and sure enough, the first person to eat crab tasted uncomfortable.

"Hmph! It's so embarrassing, this kid can't even catch a single move from Mo'er, who suppressed his cultivation, and he doesn't know how he usually cultivates!"

Feng Qingkun said angrily.

"Okay, second brother, you are not too angry, Mo'er is different from them, besides, this time I originally planned to ask Mo'er to beat them, otherwise I will suffer a big loss in the future." Feng Qingyu comforted the second brother on the side, "Besides, Changlin's kid is not bad, he is about to enter the peak at the end of the fourteen-year-old spirit warrior, and he is also very proficient in the use of martial arts." ”

"Hehe, big brother, you are doing this, I don't know how many people are going to be hit today, you let Mo'er guard it, it's a bit of a bully. ”

Feng Qingyun teased on the side.

"Third child, don't be complacent, I don't know how much strength your family style boy can force out Xiao Mo'er!"

Feng Qingkun blew his beard and glared at Feng Qingyun, and the two of them quarreled in their seats, just like two old children.

The three elders of the Feng family are one of the few people who know the talent of Fengmo, and even Feng Haoran only knows about his son's demons.

With the beginning of Feng Changlin, the children of the Feng family began to challenge the martial arts platform one after another, but almost all of them were defeated by Feng Mo within a few moves.

The strong defense made everyone in the audience silent, 12 years old, what kind of cultivation did they have at that time? Why are they so strong? And they have fought so many games, and they haven't seen his aura run out, how evil is this? What is the purpose of the family master's hidden wind and ink before. No one knows the answer, it's just that fewer and fewer people are taking on stage to challenge.

It's not that I don't want to go up, but I don't have a grasp of it, and I don't look at it, and the people who go up haven't insisted on ten moves. Moreover, the cultivation of wind and ink changes with the cultivation of those who come to power, and no one has tried to find out what realm it is.

With a palm of Feng Mo, he gently sent a Feng family disciple down, and for a while, no one went up to challenge him again.

"Master, the disciple wants to go up and try it!"

Ye Que stood behind Feng Wuxie, looking at it expectantly.

"Go ahead, don't lose too ugly and lose my face. ”

Ye Que, the personal disciple of Feng Mo's second uncle Feng Wuxi, was accepted during the selection and assessment of the Feng family's outer gate, 14 years old, and cultivated to the peak of the body refining spirit.

"Yes, the disciple won't be too bad!"

Ye Quefei got on the martial arts platform, and bowed his hand slightly to Fengmo,

Ye Que came to challenge, and asked Senior Brother Fengmo for more advice. ”

Feng Mo suppressed his own cultivation at the peak of the spirit warrior, stretched out his right hand, and waited for Ye Que's attack.

Knowing that he might not be Fengmo's opponent, Ye Que went all out as soon as he went up. I saw Ye Que's whole body, his hands turned over in turn, and a mysterious snake suddenly appeared.

"Snake Plate, Entanglement!"

Xuanshui Disk, a second-grade high-level martial art, is a control martial art, winding the opponent to make the opponent temporarily immobilized, and has a sluggish effect.

As the Xuan Snake rushed out and rushed towards the wind and ink, Ye Que immediately displayed a second-grade high-level martial art, smoke and water ice rain, and the water spiritual power condensed into dense ice needles, like cold smoke shrouded towards the wind and ink.