That night, in the huge mansion where the Flying Bear Tribe was located.

In the open field in the courtyard of the house, the bonfire is bright, and delicious beasts are barbecued. The clan leaders of the Flying Bear Tribe raised their glasses and drank with indescribable pleasure.

Outside the crowd, there were more than a dozen square dwarf cases, among which sat were more than a dozen clans of the strongest Flying Bear Tribe. The patriarch sat at the top of the house, and six low tables were placed on each side of it.

"I heard that the leader of Fengpeng has already participated in the Exotic Treasure Conference, and I don't know if I can gain anything. A bearded middle-aged man at the top of the right picked up a glass of wine, looked at Feng Peng, who was at the top on the left, and asked curiously.

Although they all arrived on the same day, Feng Peng arrived in the morning, just in time for the three-day Exotic Treasure Conference. When they arrived, it was already late at night, and the Alien Treasure Conference had ended.

"Hey, the fortune is shallow, and there has been no gain. Feng Peng put down the cup in his hand with a gloomy face, sighed and said.

He shook his head as he spoke, with a somewhat wry smile on his face, as if he really had no gain because of his participation in the Exotic Treasure Conference.

"It's a pity, I don't know what the door of this strange treasure conference is?" the bearded man shook his head with a look of pity. He then looked at Feng Peng and asked with a serious expression.

Hearing his question, the surroundings instantly fell silent, and everyone couldn't help but turn their eyes to Feng Peng. They came all the way to come for a strange treasure, and it would be best if they could get the inside story from Feng Peng.

Feng Peng glanced deeply at the beard, saw the eyes of everyone, shook his head and said helplessly: "I don't know, because I was a little confused until the end." Everyone only needs to answer a question from the caravan leader, and they can get a wooden chest from the caravan, and what can be opened in it depends entirely on personal luck, and when the treasure chest is opened, it will automatically disappear, which is extremely magical. ”

"But most people's treasure chests are just empty. Only a very small number of people can prescribe all kinds of enviable things from it. Feng Peng thought of the scene of that day, and his eyes were slightly distracted.

Until now, he could not forget the terrible aura he felt in the caravan leader. It was a feeling of facing the sky. He could feel that the other party could crush himself into ashes with just one look.

I think it must be a great god, otherwise how can I pour countless strange treasures at will. Feng Peng took a sip of his drink, and his eyes were a little confused.

"Haha, what's the use of talking about this now, I won't know the result at the beginning of the conference the day after tomorrow. Come, let's have a drink. Seeing the silence of the dinner, the bearded man smiled and raised his glass and drank it all.

"I don't know why Hou Yi of the Suiren clan didn't come with you?" Feng Peng smiled and raised his wine glass in response, as if he asked intentionally or unintentionally.

"I heard that the kid was in retreat, who knows what tricks he played. The bearded man waved his hand and said nonchalantly.

"That's right, it's probably because the situation of the Suiren clan is a headache. Someone joked with a laugh.

The whole Suiren clan has already spread the news of the popularization of "Five Fowl Opera" among the tribes, and they are very clear about the situation of the Suiren clan, and the food of the Suiren clan will definitely not last for two months. When they wanted to come to Houyi, they must be distressed by their recklessness, right?

"Oh, unlikely. I also saw Hou Yi in the bazaar today, he was with Chang'e, the young patriarch of the Moon Toad tribe, and the intimacy between the two was unusual. Could it be that I am wrong?" Feng Peng heard this, put down the wine glass, and said with a puzzled look on his face.

His voice fell, and the audience was silent in an instant. Everyone couldn't help but turn their heads to look at him, and then swept over the stiff-faced patriarch Hou Liao.

From Feng Peng's point of view, how could he be wrong, but didn't Hou Yi say that he was in retreat. How could he get mixed up with the young patriarch of the Moon Toad tribe. Many people think of this, and their hearts can't help but burst, is it "Five Fowl Opera"?

"Haha, I heard that the young patriarch of the Moon Toad tribe is fragrant and beautiful, and it is normal for young people to love beauty, so let's continue to drink. Hou Liao glanced at Feng Peng deeply, laughed and said to the people below.

Although everyone nodded with a clear face, they still couldn't help but feel a little confused and uneasy in their hearts. "Five Fowl Opera" is the treasure of the tribe, if Hou Yi is really confused by beauty for a while, how can it be leaked.

Since then, the atmosphere of the dinner party has been completely dull, and everyone has a heart in their hearts, where is they still in the mood to continue drinking here.

Seeing everyone's performance like this, Feng Peng picked up his wine glass and drank it, a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The seeds of suspicion have been planted, and when the time comes, you can turn things in the direction you want with a little guidance.

Hou Yi is just a beginning, and his next goal is to implicate the Great Wizard at the beginning of Hou Yi, and only by involving the Great Wizard can he start his plan to steal the faith.

The dinner ended quickly.

Feng Peng returned to his residence and summoned Feng Meng to his room.

Father and son sat across a low desk as black as ink. Fengmeng sat upright, his face was a little restrained, and his expression was a little unnatural. He lowered his head, just glanced at his father, and did not dare to look directly.

"How long has it been since we've sat together like this and talked about it properly?" Feng Peng glanced at Feng Meng, who had a restrained face, sighed, and said sadly.

Over the years, he has been busy laying out the Flying Bear Tribe, exhausting his mind for the rise of the Youjia clan. I still remember the last time I sat with him, it seemed like it was six years ago, right? Feng Ying glanced at Feng Meng, with a little guilt in his heart.

When Feng Meng heard his words, his body trembled, and he did not speak. For this father of his, all he has in his heart is his indifference, and there is no other memory. It was the first time in his memory that he had called him to speak so softly like he did today.

The more this happened, the more uneasy he became. He didn't know why his father had suddenly changed so much, or why he had called him.

"Father knows that he has cared a little less about you over the years. From now on, though, your father will double your compensation. As long as my father's plan succeeds, then our father and son will become gods and ancestors. Feng Peng reached out and touched Feng Meng's head, felt his trembling body, and said comfortingly.

As he spoke, his face was full of fanaticism, and the scorching flame in his eyes made Feng Meng's heart tremble.

Feng Meng looked at his father in disbelief, and when he saw his almost crazy look, he trembled in his heart, and he always felt that something was wrong with his father today. This is the first time he has heard his father confide in him, but how can that kind of thing be possible when he becomes a god and an ancestor?

"Haha, do you think your father is crazy? Father is normal, you look at this and understand. Seeing his expression, Feng Ying laughed and took out a pale golden animal skin scroll from his arms, handed it to Feng Meng, and said with a smile.

The reels were no more than a foot long, exuding a faint golden glow.

When Feng Meng heard this, he couldn't help but spread it out and looked down at the animal skin scroll on the low table. There was a strange bald head engraved on it, and he was completely captivated by just one glance, and his eyes were blank.

In the middle of the ring, Feng Meng came back to his senses, his whole body was trembling, his eyes exuded a look of disbelief, and he said tremblingly: "Is this true, human beings can also collect incense like totems to become gods!"

"Now, you get the idea. Incense belief can become a god, this is the secret of the human emperor's immortality!" Feng Peng's eyes widened, staring at Feng Meng tightly, and said in an excited voice.

Ever since that day, he had been in a state of madness since he obtained this method called "The Golden Body of Arhat" from a strange caravan. He never imagined that he would have the day to spy on the secrets of the gods and have the opportunity to live forever.

It was only then that he realized how small his previous pursuit was, even if he could become the leader of the tribe, even if he could become the largest tribe in Tang Valley. After 10,000 years, he will eventually turn into a loess and no longer leave the slightest trace.

But now that everything has changed, and he has the opportunity to become an eternal god, how ridiculous is the position of the patriarch of the Flying Bear Tribe.

What he wants now is to become a god, to become an immortal god!

"Father, what are we going to do?" Feng Meng's eyes were red and he let out a heavy breathing sound. He stared at his father intensely, his heart filled with excitement.

This is a way to become a god, and compared to the "Five Fowl Play" obtained by Hou Yi, it is a fart. As long as he can follow his father to practice the "Arhat Golden Body", it is only a matter of time before he becomes a god. He has no resentment against his father when he tells him so secretly.

Because he understands that no matter what his father does, he never lets go of himself in his heart!

"You will rush back to the tribe with your uncle early tomorrow morning, and wait for your father's return, which is when we will take charge of the Flying Bear Tribe. We have to control the Flying Bear Tribe step by step, and encroach on the totemic beliefs. Feng Peng's eyes flashed with coldness, and he said calmly.

He already had a series of plans in mind for his path to godhood, and all he needed now was to slowly refine it. (To be continued.) )