Lieyang was taken aback, and looked at Xie Yu and Lie Rumeng in a daze, only to remember that everyone was quite low-key in Saint Feather City, and they didn't go out to find out more news at all.

"An Ming is your brother?" Lieyang's eyes widened, his face full of incredulity, "You are...... Brother and sister?"

Anqi thought that he already knew, and there was surprise on her face: "Didn't my brother tell you? Three months ago, my brother went to the elf country and told me about you." ”

"Huh?" Lie Yang's brain swelled and shook his head repeatedly, "Not at all, An Ming only said that Emperor Yu might summon me, so it would be safer for me to stay in the War College." ”

"......" Anqi thought of what her brother had said to her, her pretty face became more and more red, her personality has always been strong, in order not to be seen by the sun, she simply walked forward.

He also sighed and mocked: "My brother An Ming is ten years older than me, Chinese New Year's Eve and he is the second youngest six-winged feather god in history, and the youngest auxiliary king of the Feather God Kingdom. ”

Lieyang didn't know why, and hurriedly followed behind An Qi: "How many levels of godhead is the six-winged feather godhead?"

"I don't know. An Qiqiong snorted lightly, and while scanning her eyes at the various operating tables, she shook her head and said, "The peak of the ninth-level main god is a hundred levels of godhead, and my brother must be above one hundred levels." ”

Lieyang's throat squirmed, and he was stunned in place, and he slowed down for a while before he said, "At first, I thought he was only at level fifty or sixty, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful?"

A superlative powerhouse who surpasses a hundred levels of godhead and is above the main god!

"It's not a nuisance yet...... Angel snorted quietly, as if he didn't want to discuss his brother, seeing that the forging area had been cleaned up, and there was no one in the huge factory building at all, he smiled instead, "The warehouse is in the back, I'm in charge of registration, just tell me when you get the materials!"

Lieyang's "um" echoed the curiosity in his heart for a while, and he followed An Qi to visit the forging area, and then went to the residence--a four-bedroom and two-living room suite was arranged.

Lieyang didn't think about it, and pointed to the smallest room: "I choose here, don't rob me of anyone!"

He didn't care how the three girls divided the remaining three rooms, and as soon as he entered the small room and closed the door, his heart pounded wildly.

"Master, Master!" roared in the Soul Space of the Sun Rusher.

"What are you yelling about?" Every time Feng Lao appears, there is a high probability that it will be accompanied by a yawn like waking up from a dream.

The scorching sun was lying on the bed on all sides, still glaring: "An Ming is thirty-one years old, and his godhead is above level 100!

"Oh, that guy......" Feng Lao secretly rolled his eyes and said disdainfully, "That's it, the second youngest six-winged feather god, the strength is slightly better than most of the titled war gods." ”

Lie Yang saw that Feng Lao put on a disdainful expression, and was still a little disdainful: "Master, I know that you used to be the strongest titled god of war - but you are only thirty-one years old, you are a 10,000-year-old monster!"

"Fuck your fart!" Feng Lao burst into foul language, also highlighting a lack of quality, "Why is Lao Tzu a 10,000-year-old monster? Which eye do you see that I am old? An Ming is ...... older than Lao Tzu."

He didn't pay attention, almost missed his mouth, and quickly gritted his teeth to hold back.

But the meaning was finished, and the sun became more and more surprised, and carefully looked at the spirit body of the old man who knew the wind in the sea, although it was a little vague, but the master's appearance was indeed not old, and he looked like a young man.

It's just that the voice is vicissitudes, and it sounds quite mature.

Having said that, if you cultivate beyond immortality, anyone can rejuvenate.

"Master, you said that An Ming is older than you?" Lie Yang's words were full of disbelief, "Qin Yan, the lord of the First Mansion, said that you are the ancestor of his family! I also specially checked, your blood-drinking knife, originally called the Blood Blade, was held by the second ancestor of the Qin family—that genealogy still has your name written on it!"

"Hey you stinky boy!" "Feng Lao was so angry that his teeth itched, "When did you check!"

Lie Yang pouted: "Master, you sleep a lot all day, I asked Qin Xue to come to the Qin family tree when I asked Qin Xue that day, and you ignored me." ”

"Leaning on the ......" Feng Lao suddenly felt big.

Lieyang grasped a clue and looked at Feng Lao seriously: "Master, how old are you?"

"Twenty-eighth. Feng Lao said without thinking.

"Damn, can you make a face?" Lieyang was full of question marks, "You said two thousand eight, two hundred and eight, I believed it." ”

"True twenty-eight, love believe it or not. "In terms of shamelessness, Feng Lao said second, I'm afraid that no one dares to call himself first.

Lieyang had no choice but to lay out the facts and tell the evidence: "The Liexing family, the Qin family, the genealogy records that there are 2,499 generations of descendants, and it has gone through a full 50,000 years! You are the second ancestor, and I will subtract you by 25 years, that is, 49,975 years old!"

"Twenty-eight, are you kidding me?" Lieyang said he didn't believe anything.

Of course, Feng Lao didn't care, and snorted disdainfully: "There are no wonders in the world, what if I told you that twenty-four hours in the sea of stars is equal to six years in the Stardust Continent?"

"......" Lieyang blinked, "How can this be different? I raised a dog at home, and Feather God has only been a day?"

Feng Lao responded impatiently: "What's this, isn't it strange?"

"Damn, isn't that weird?" Lieyang was stunned by the wind.

Feng Lao didn't bother to dwell on this issue anymore, he knew that Lieyang was shocked by An Ming's super strength, and said in a slightly slower tone: "The thirty-one-year-old Titled God of War is very strong, but you also heard that An Ming is not the youngest Six-Winged Feather God. ”

"Uh......" Lieyang recalled what Angel said, and it was indeed the case, "Who's the youngest?"

Speaking of this, a look of pride appeared on Feng Lao's face: "You don't know it, that guy has six wings at the age of twenty-two, and at the age of twenty-three, the godhead level is more than one hundred and eleven, and he can also lead people to rush into the void, tsk......tt"

"......" Lieyang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said with some frustration, "Master, I'm twenty-two......

What are you doing at the age of twenty-two, what are you doing at the age of twenty-two?

This gap is also too big!

"Haha!" Feng Lao seemed to like to watch his apprentice eat deflated, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be discouraged, stinky boy, do you know how old you were when you took the saber and slashed the emperor?"

"How much?" the scorching sun squirmed.

A mischievous smile appeared on Old Feng's face, and he said half-truthfully, "Twenty-one!"

"Are you trying to keep me from being discouraged?" Lieyang gritted his teeth and pulled the quilt on the bed to cover his head, "My heart is going to turn to ashes!"

"Hey, hey!" Feng Lao's laughter was very, "So, is it strange that you are twenty-eight years old?"

"It's strange, it's strange!" Lieyang's self-esteem was hit, and he stumbled his neck and stumbled with his master, "You came to the Stardust Continent five years ago, and you were twenty-three at that time, I don't care, I don't believe it!"

Feng Lao shook his shoulders indifferently and let out a long sigh: "Stinky boy, I know what you're thinking—so, I'll tell you not to be discouraged, do you understand?"

"......" Lieyang's heart trembled, and he looked at Feng Lao's spirit.

After a few short seconds, he nodded solemnly: "Master, I understand!"

The sun doesn't believe it, and the focus is on comparing itself. Since he was five or six years old, he studied hard every day, and later won the title of "The First Genius of the Stardust Continent".

Even if those three years are not delayed, the path of cultivation beyond the realm of the main god is not based on "years" at all.

All cultivators have to spend hundreds or even thousands of years to break through the longevity limit to reach immortality, that is, the realm of god kings. Even the Feather God Clan, whose longevity easily exceeded a thousand years, had countless people fall on the path of cultivation and turned into white bones.

Every realm after immortality has the potential to become an end that can never be broken through.

Countless super powerhouses of the Megatron Star Sea have spent thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of years before they can touch the pinnacle of the Divine Domain. What's more, it is an existence that surpasses the Lord God!

Lieyang had never suffered such an impact, first a thirty-one-year-old six-winged feather god An Ming, and then heard that the master was only twenty-eight years old now, and he had become a titled main god before the age of twenty-three.

There is also a twenty-one-year-old overlord general who slashes the emperor......

Isn't admitting these facts the same as admitting that you are a waste?

Lieyang has always been arrogant, of course he doesn't believe it.

It's just that Feng Lao's eyes told him that his stubborn emotions were just self-deception. The reason why Feng Lao emphasized "don't be discouraged" is to let Lieyang not easily deny himself.

To resolve the crisis in the Stardust Continent, you must follow the example of these top geniuses in the Star Sea!

And the experience of the past few years has been very fulfilling. Everyone worked very hard and everyone was talented enough. Persistence is the way for the sun!

The excellence of others cannot be used to deny yourself!

"Master, are you really twenty-eight years old?" Lieyang suddenly heard Angel's call from outside the room, and he didn't forget to ask when he got up.

"Stinky boy, I lied to you. Feng Lao had a grotesque evil smile, no one knew whether it was true or not, "Wait for me to prepare for one night, and start forging weapons tomorrow!"

——

Lieyang opened the door of the room, only to find that dinner had been prepared, and most of it was delivered from the cafeteria. Xie Yu and Lie Rumeng didn't do much housework when they were at home, but Angel was setting up the tableware.

She shouted to the scorching sun's room, "Isu, Isu, it's time to eat!"

Not to mention, Lieyang's casual nonsense name sounded particularly "crispy" when called out of the girl's mouth.

"It's coming, it's coming. Lieyang answered, walked to the table and said, "I'll start forging weapons tomorrow morning—"

As he spoke, he looked at Lie Rumeng and explained: "First make up your two formations, so that you can go back to the academy first, and you can't delay the challenge task." ”

Everyone gathered at the table and sat down, Lie Rumeng is usually a female warrior, but in front of Lie Yang, she is a little fan girl, and said happily: "Thank you, brother!"

Lieyang beckoned everyone to dine and said with a smile: "You have to thank Anqi, without her materials, we can't do anything." ”

"Thank you, Sister An!" Lie Rumeng rarely had a sweet mouth, and said sincerely, "Sister An is so good-looking!"

In fact, the fierce dream and interpretation at the table cannot be said to be worse than Anqi in terms of appearance and temperament, and they have their own characteristics. For some reason, Angel was a little shy for a while, like ......

Met with my husband's family?

This statement is a bit strange, but it is just right to describe Angel's state of mind at the moment.