"What do you mean, Your Excellency?"

Feng raised his head suddenly, he stared at Qian Tu murderously, and there was a fire in his eyes that flashed from time to time.

"What do you mean?"

Long Shan said loudly: "Uncle Ben still wants to ask you what you mean? Your ancestor of your ancestor is called Huang, and you are also named Feng, aren't you afraid that the ancestor of your old ancestor will directly strangle you to death when he sees you for a while?"

Feng ignored Long Shan's nonsense, he stared at Qian Tu coldly and said, "Do you know the consequences of saying this?"

Qian Tu snorted coldly and said: "What will be the consequences? It's not a big secret, the older generation knows that the source of your Fire Phoenix clan's bloodline, the Phoenix Blood Holy Mother, its body is just a turkey, if it weren't for the ancient battle back then, the Divine Phoenix clan would have no time to pay attention to this matter, otherwise, the existence of impure blood like you would have been cleaned up long ago." ”

He paused, and said with a disdainful face: "I just didn't expect that now, this bloodline will actually become your proud capital, I can't say, if Huang really knows about this, maybe how he will treat you!"

Wei Wuji, Sima Zhaoxue and Long Shan couldn't help but stare at Qian Tu in surprise, they couldn't imagine that he could even know a thing or two about this kind of secret luck, and judging from Feng and Feng's expressions, what Qian Tu said, ** Not far from ten is indeed true!

Sima Zhaoxue couldn't help but glance at Qian Tu beside him, although he always felt that Qian Tu was a little familiar, but except for a pair of eyes full of endless vicissitudes, the other party didn't seem to be anything peculiar.

And he can be sure that Qian Tu is not a powerful reincarnation, because there is no powerful reincarnation who can stay in the realm of half-step reincarnation at Qian Tu's age.

As for the so-called older generation in Qian Tukou's mouth, Sima Zhaoxue also clearly felt that he was definitely not referring to an existence like himself, but to those seniors who should have lived for endless years.

Long Shan stared at Qian Tu with a stunned face and said, "Is there really such a thing?"

Qian Tu shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Blind, such a long time ago, who would know so clearly, believe it or not!"

At this moment, Feng on the other side was also as puzzled as Sima Zhaoxue, staring at Qian Tu with his eyes, and said, "Who are you?"

Qian Tu pouted with an unhappy face and said, "If you send a copy of your Fire Phoenix Clan's Flame Gilt Gold, my old Qian will tell you immediately!"

Feng laughed coldly, and he refused directly, but the killing intent in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger!

With a bang, the long sword behind Sima Zhaoxue roared softly, and instantly bounced the killing intent that Feng pressed towards Qian Tu.

He said with a cold face: "Two seniors, time is pressing now, please give way!"

"How?"

Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, a murderous aura flashed across his face, and he said coldly: "I want to do something with this seat!"

Ma Zhaoxue said with a frosty voice: "Feng, do you know what you are doing?"

Feng glanced at Sima Zhaoxue with a cold face, and then he lowered his head and stared at his slightly reddened hands, and he said lightly: "Just take back what belongs to my clan!"

"Good!"

Sima Zhaoxue took a deep breath, facing Feng, who had already stepped into the half-step innate realm when he was just a minor monk, he didn't dare to have the slightest carelessness.

Not to mention anything else, just saying that the opponent's combat experience of entering the half-step Innate Realm far earlier than him could not be compensated for by other things.

Ding, ding, ding, the long sword behind him trembled, the sword spike on the hilt of the sword, a frenzied flight, and an incomparably powerful sword intent rose from his body, pointing at the phoenix more than ten zhang away.

In a trance, there seemed to be an invisible ripple that spread out between the two of them, and the nearby space was distorted and deformed.

With a soft sound, Sima Zhaoxue snorted, his figure couldn't help but retreat backwards, and a trace of blood slowly seeped out from the corner of his mouth and fell into the air!

And the phoenix on the opposite side, except for a moment of shaking, he didn't move, and he looked much calmer, but his face was a little pale, lingering around him, like a little snowy flame, it was also a frenzy, and the fire was shining.

In addition, on his face, there was still a faint sword mark, and a drop of fiery red blood was oozing out of the sword mark, but before it could be sprinkled into the air, it was directly turned into ashes by a ray of fire!

Wei Wuji and the others couldn't help but feel a pang in their hearts, obviously, Sima Zhaoxue and Feng had already secretly exchanged hands at the moment when they were just now, and depending on the situation, Sima Zhaoxue also suffered a little secret loss, after all, he was already injured.

Feng glanced at Sima Zhaoxue deeply, and he nodded approvingly and said, "It is worthy of being the master of the Eastern Emperor back then, and it really deserves its reputation!"

The long sword in Sima Zhaoxue's hand casually pointed downward, and he said with a flat face: "Each other!"

Feng shook his head and said helplessly: "It's a pity, in the previous battle with Rodwell, although you hit him hard, he also slashed you, presumably his knife qi is in your body, it must make you feel very uncomfortable!"

Sima Zhaoxue stared at Feng Dao coldly: "It turns out that you have been secretly staring at it for a long time!"

Feng Yin smiled sympathetically and said: "Otherwise, if it is your heyday, even if this seat is conceited, it will not think that just two of you can leave a former emperor like you, who is known as a sword!"

Wei Wuji said coldly: "Don't you feel a little shameless to elevate others to foil yourself, but to do such a despicable thing?"

Feng glanced at Wei Wuji coldly, and said coldly: "Hairy boy, what do you know? This world has never been about success or failure, shameless?"

He said with a disdainful face: "This seat has lived for so many years

, something has long been forgotten!"

Sima Zhaoxue took a deep breath again, obviously, as Feng said, the sword qi that Rodwell slashed into his body, and couldn't get rid of it for a while, not only damaged his strength, but also made him feel quite uncomfortable at all times, otherwise, with his cultivation, he would not be able to use such a small action as inhaling to relieve some discomfort in his body.

However, he looked at Feng and Feng with a calm face: "Don't forget what place this is, aren't you two afraid that those people will also come?"

With a snort, a bright red flame like blood has appeared in Feng's hand, as soon as the flame appears, the space near it is distorted and deformed, and the space seems to be ignited, which shows that the heat it emits must be extremely terrifying.

He said in a calm tone: "Lao Tzu doesn't care who he comes, if he doesn't hand over the Cangwu Fruit and the Immortal Cangyan today, even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu comes, he will have to stay for Lao Tzu!"

"Really?"

Suddenly, a voice suddenly came from the void not far from everyone, and then, a clear and domineering poem sounded:

"I was born from the merry, my fists are proud of the world, I smile at the state of the common people, and I cut through the eternal sorrow with one sword!"

The sword light flashed, and with a click, a snow-bright and incomparable sword qi pierced the sky, and from a hundred zhang away, it slashed towards Feng with great domineering.

Before the sword qi arrived, the intention was to sword first, Feng only felt that the knife intent was attacking people, and his whole body was about to crack, such a knife, coupled with the previous poem, he already knew who was coming in an instant, and he shouted loudly: "Murong Bohai!"

The firelight flashed, the phoenix's body sank suddenly, and the wisp of flame in his hand swelled with a loud roar, rising more than ten zhang high, only to see a loud shout of exhalation, and the wisp of flame suddenly blasted towards the knife qi that came from the face.

With a bang, the surrounding space crackled, and a series of spatial cracks spread out to the surroundings, and then with a crisp sound, the space shattered suddenly, and suddenly, a purple hole with a square radius of more than a foot had appeared in everyone's sight.

Then, an incomparably powerful force came from the void behind, and in the blink of an eye, a purple vortex was formed, constantly devouring the surrounding heaven and earth qi.

Feng felt the power from the purple vortex, and estimated the distance between the purple vortex and himself, he couldn't help but be furious: "What a Murong Bohai, you actually want to blast your Grandpa Feng into the void and use the power of the void to kill me?"

"You're wrong!"

With a response, the figure flashed, dressed in a green shirt, with jade white and crystal white hair casually draped behind him, tall and burly, with a clear face like Murong Bohai, who was thirty or forty years old, had already come to the front.

He first glanced at Sima Zhaoxue, saw him nod slightly towards him, and then he turned around, glanced at Feng proudly and said, "It's just killing a chicken, why borrow any void power?"