The name of the imperial city of the Southern Tang Kingdom is called White Horse City, and the reason why it has this name is that there was a white horse circling and galloping in the sky above the city when this city was built, and the scene is very strange.

Thirty miles east of White Horse City is the forbidden land of the Southern Tang Kingdom, even if the emperor of the Southern Tang Kingdom wants to enter here, it will take a lot of effort, this forbidden place is hundreds of miles in circle, more than twice as large as the White Horse City, this is where the Xianma Mountain is located.

Xianma Mountain is not a mountain, but a mountain range, there are more than 50 mountains in total, the seats are tall and tall, and there are not a few people who obstruct the sun. These high mountains are fan-shaped, the first mountain is called "Yangshou Mountain", the highest mountain in the Xianma Mountain system, located in the easternmost part of the Xianma Mountain system, which is the location of the fan-shaped fan nail.

The tail mountain in the northwest corner of the Xianma Mountain system is called "Taihua Mountain", although it can only be regarded as the middle and lower in the Xianma Mountain system, but it is not much higher than the Benma Mountain.

In the evening, Feng Changzhi took the people of the Feng family to the north of Taihua Mountain and stopped by the Qingyu River.

As soon as they stopped here, a dozen bright lights broke through the sky from the south.

"Who are you, report your name quickly!" the leader was condescending, and shouted loudly to everyone.

Feng Wuchen looked up, only to see that the people who came were all radiant and heroic, all dressed in green clothes, embroidered with white horses running with hooves in front of the green clothes, and embroidered with a big tree with lush branches in the back.

Headed by a seventeen or eighteen-year-old man, with thick eyebrows and fine eyes, white and clean, thin figure, he looks like a weak scholar, and he has a five-layer cultivation during the foundation building period.

"Xiaoyou, old man, I am from the Xuanzi branch of the Feng family, I am an old man of the elder generation, Feng Changzhi, I was the elder of Xianma Mountain!" Feng Changzhi straightened his clothes and said with some excitement, "Which branch are you, Xiaoyou?"

Hearing this, several people in the air all looked at each other, each with a sneer on their faces, and the "white scholar" at the head directly ignored the old man's question, and said sarcastically with an arrogant attitude: "Oh, it turned out to be an outcast who was expelled from the house!"

Feng Changzhi coldly put his hot face on the cold buttocks of the person, the smile on his face was instantly frozen into ten thousand years of frost, his ruddy face also became iron-blue, and his resolute and upright body was also trembling with anger: "You ......"

Feng Wuchen saw that this group of people was so arrogant and domineering, and saw that his ancestor was insulted in public like this, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he shouted and scolded: "Bastard thing, presumptuous!"

"Bold!" Bai Jing Scholar's face sank, "It's really looking for death!" As he spoke, Bai Jing Scholar raised his right hand, and then a green flying sword went towards Feng Wuchen's heart like an electric green snake. Feng Wuchen was not to be outdone, his right hand flipped over, and the jade ruler appeared in his hand, with a flick of his wrist, the jade ruler volleyed away, and met the flying sword without fear.

Seeing that the two treasures were about to fight together, Feng Changzhi suddenly shouted, "Stop!"

At the same time, an invisible wave of qi suddenly erupted from Feng Changzhi's body, and the momentum was like a rainbow, forcing away the dustless jade ruler, forcing back the flying sword of the Baijing scholar, and pressing the Baijing scholar and his party all to the ground.

The white scholar felt as if he had just been held in the palm of his hand by an invisible big hand, and he was dragged to the ground. He was born in Xianma Mountain and grew up in Xianma Mountain, although he was young, he was also well-informed, and naturally knew that this was the means of the old man opposite, and knew that the latter's strength was not trivial, and he had no power to fight back in front of him.

But there was not a trace of fear on his face, not only was he not afraid at all, but none of the people who came with him were frightened. This is not because they are not afraid of death, but because they know that the old man opposite does not dare to do anything to them here, although the old man in front of them has a good cultivation, but they have the support of Xianma Mountain behind them.

"Bold! you are looking for death!" Bai Jing Shusheng snorted coldly. As he spoke, he reached out and took out a crimson horn from his bosom and put it to his mouth with a sneer. The other dozen or so people were also like white scholars, and they all took out the identical horn and put it to their mouths.

"Moo......"

Listening to the low sound of the horn, Feng Wuchen felt very depressed and bored, as if someone was taking a sledgehammer and constantly beating on his heart. Irritable, he set his eyes on the ancestor, only to see that the latter was frowning, looking up at the distance one after another with an ugly face.

After a while, there was a sound of horses' hooves in the distance

Crisp and pleasant.

"Look at the sky!" "Flying horse?" "This is ......" "Horse!"

Feng Wuchen looked up and saw two galloping horses in the air in the distance. The galloping horse is like a common horse in the world, but the body is seven or eight percent larger, the hair of the whole body is white and shiny, like the white snow of the cold winter wax moon, and there are two red horns on the head, like flames, and the horns of the white-faced scholars are the same.

Feng Wuchen recognized that the two galloping horses in the air were the horses that the ancestor often told him about when he was a child, although he had heard of his name earlier, but at first glance, Feng Wuchen couldn't help but be a little shocked. It took a moment for Feng Wuchen to shift his attention from the ponies to the two people they were carrying.

The two people on horseback were both old men, with white hair and white beards, dressed in gray clothes, similar in age to Feng Changzhi, and the contours of their faces were somewhat similar to Feng Changzhi.

The wind and dust did not see how the horses galloped and leaped, but in the blink of an eye, the two galloping horses reached the sky above the Qingyu River.

"Who is it that I am making trouble, it turns out to be an outcast of my Feng family!" The old man with a pair of triangular eyes on the left was the first to speak, with an arrogant attitude and contemptuous words.

"Feng Changwei, rest on the benefits of your tongue!" Feng Changzhi clenched his fists, and stood up in a blue robe without wind, "If you have the ability, you will see me with my fists and feet!"

As he spoke, he didn't see any movement from Feng Changzhi, his person had already reached mid-air, and arrived in front of the old man with triangular eyes, less than five feet away from the latter, looking like he was going to fight with the other party endlessly.

"Fight, fight, old man, I can still be afraid of you, an outcast!" The triangular-eyed old man got up from his horse, and was about to strike.

At this moment, the hook-nosed old man who had not spoken pulled the sleeve of the triangular eye, waved his hand at Feng Changzhi again, and said with a wry smile: "We are all so old, and your temper is still not small at all!"

He also said: "In front of so many juniors, he still shouts and kills at every turn, and he is not afraid of being laughed at, this is clearly a misunderstanding, I think forget it!"

"What misunderstanding," Feng Changwei sat back on the horse with a calm face, "Feng Changzhi, let me ask you, what are you doing here with so many people?"

Feng Changzhi glanced at Feng Changwei, turned his head to another old man and said, "Brother Changyun, I haven't seen you for many years, don't come to harm!"

"Thank you Brother Changzhi for your concern, old man, I have five hearts!" Feng Changyun smiled all over his face, and said politely.

Being ignored like this, Feng Changwei was about to be blown up, his face was red and his neck was thick, and he was about to have a seizure, but Feng Changyun opened his mouth first: "Brother Changzhi, I don't know what happened to you suddenly visiting with your family?"

Feng Changwei frowned, twisted his face, and just opened his mouth to erupt the boiling volcano in his body, but was blocked by Feng Changyun with lightning speed, and he was suffocated when he blushed and his neck was thick, and he was so uncomfortable that he scratched his ears and cheeks.

Seeing Feng Changwei's appearance, Feng Changzhi suddenly felt a bad breath, and his mood immediately became a lot better.

Feng Changwei knew very well in his heart that this was Feng Changyun's intention to help him secretly. As for why Feng Changyun would help him, Feng Changwei also knew it. There are two main reasons for this: one is that he and Feng Changyun played together back then, and the relationship between the two has always been good, and this good relationship has been maintained until he left Xianma Mountain;

Feng Changzhi showed a grateful smile to Feng Changyun and said, "Don't hide it from Brother Changyun, the junior brother came this time to take the children from the family to participate in the clan test!"

"It's up to you!" Feng Changwei said coldly.

Feng Changzhi was about to have a seizure, but was stopped by Feng Changyun waving his hand: "I don't know if it's your grandson, or the grandson of your three younger brothers?

It turned out that Feng Changzhi's three younger brothers were unfortunately killed together during the mission, none of them survived, their families have always been taken care of by Feng Changzhi, when he was expelled from Xianma Mountain, these people were also driven out together, and he was brought to Benma Mountain together.

Feng Changwei sneered, didn't look at Feng Changzhi, and continued to taunt as if no one was around: "What is there to see, it's just a shame, and I will definitely not be able to reach the fourth layer of the foundation building period!"

"You old puppet ......" Feng Changzhi gritted his steel teeth in anger.

"Brother Changwei, you just don't have to say a word!" Feng Changyun continued to mediate effortlessly in the middle, "Long

Chi, don't take jokes seriously, let's meet the kid at home!"

Feng Changwei and Feng Changzhi glanced at each other at the same time, and the latter turned around and said, "Feng Wuchen, come up and meet the elders!"

Although Feng Wuchen heard their conversation and had made preparations for a long time, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous when he heard Old Ancestor call his name.

"Meet the two Ancestors!" Feng Wuchen Imperial Sword arrived at the Ancestor's side and saluted the two of them.

"No need to be polite!" Feng Changyun waved his palm lightly, and a warm wind gently helped Feng Wuchen up, "If you are a young talent, you will have a six-layer cultivation in the foundation building period at a young age!"

Feng Changwei sneered: "The spirit vein is only a low-grade grade, can this also be regarded as a talent?"

"You ......"

Feng Changzhi's words were interrupted again by Feng Changyun: "Brother Changwei's words are wrong, the spiritual vein is important, but the heart is even more critical, although this child's spiritual vein is only the lower grade of the ground, but he has the cultivation of the sixth layer of the foundation building period at this age, which shows that his heart is extraordinary, of course, he can be regarded as a talent!"

Feng Changzhi also took the opportunity to say with color: "I just heard someone fart that my grandson can't even have the cultivation of the fourth layer of the foundation building period!"

"Hmph, it must be the seedlings that will be pulled!" Feng Changwei said with a sneer, "It is estimated that even the opponent of the third layer of the foundation building period will not be able to beat, and I am afraid that he will not even be able to pass the first round!"

"What if he can pass the first round?" Feng Changzhi's eyes rolled, and he spoke with Feng Changwei.

"This ......" Feng Changwei was just just to get over his mouth, he hadn't seen the methods of the kid in front of him, and he really didn't dare to boast that Haikou would follow Feng Changzhi to gamble.

Feng Changwei's mind turned sharply, and he finally had an explanation, and said with a sneer: "Don't be too happy too early, whether this kid can participate in this clan test has to be said!"

The reason why he said this is because Feng Wuchen's background is not as good as that of Xianma Mountain, the latter can participate in the clan exam if he registers on the day of the clan exam, and the former must register two times in advance if he wants to participate in the clan exam, that is to say, he must register ten years in advance.

"You don't have to worry about this, if he can't participate in the clan exam, he won't pass the first round! I'll ask you, what should you do if my grandson passes the first round?" Feng Changzhi grabbed the beam just now, not leaving a way out for Feng Changwei. He wasn't worried about Feng Wuchen's participation in the clan exam at all, because he had already signed up for the latter in the year he was born.

Feng Changwei was pushed to the forefront again, seeing that Feng Changzhi was so arrogant, he wanted to have a big gamble with the latter. But as soon as he saw the latter's confident look, he couldn't help but start to retreat again. Now he really wanted to see the wind and clouds come out and the mud, but the latter suddenly became silent.

"What should you do if your grandson can't pass the first round?" Feng Changwei didn't want to rashly export, nor did he want to admit it, so he kicked the ball to Feng Changzhi.

"One million high-grade spirit stones!" Feng Changzhi said word by word, "If he can't pass the first round, I'll give you one million high-grade spirit stones!"

"Ah, a million spirit stones! I heard you right, right?" the white scholar looked shocked, and he couldn't believe his ears.

"It's a million high-grade spirit stones!" a dumbfounded companion next to the Baijing scholar corrected.

It was not only the people of Xianma Mountain who were shocked, but also the people of Benma Mountain who were shocked to the extreme.

"Ancestor, this is a joke, right?" "Do we have so many high-grade spirit stones?" "I don't know ......"

Of course, it wasn't all because they were so shocked because their knowledge was relatively short-sighted, and the well-informed Feng Changwei was stunned when he heard this, but because this million high-grade spirit stones was really not a small amount. Take Running Horse Mountain as an example, all the people in Running Horse Mountain don't eat, drink, use or play, and it will take ten years to earn this amount.

"What do you say?" Feng Changzhi said with a defiant look on his face.

In the face of such a large number, Feng Changwei completely lost the prestige he had at the beginning, but he couldn't do it at this age if he confessed it like this in front of so many people. After thinking about it again and again, he felt that such a large amount of Feng Changzhi must be a bit of a bluff, so he gritted his teeth and said, "If he can pass the first round, I will also give you a million high-grade spirit stones!"

"Okay!" Feng Changzhi clapped his hands and said, "Do you dare to make a note?"

"Stand up, I'm still afraid that you won't succeed!"

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