Feng Qingming narrowed his eyes and watched the quarrels among his juniors. He let you come and go without caring. He was well versed in the laws of the demon clan. Is it true that the Hengduan Mountains is the biggest?

Obviously not, it's a fist.

Feng Qingming is the elder in charge of the Feng Clan. He doesn't bother to engage in verbal disputes. He is here to defend the young people. These outsiders don't know their feet. No matter how strong they are, they can't be compared to the great demons in the Golden Core Realm. Could it be that they are still transformed into gods?

territory?

Xu Tianran pointed at Feng Yifei's head, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "It's not like I bullied you. Wu Hao was seriously injured by you and is now unable to move on the bed. Considering that you are not old, you won't bully either."

You, as long as you have the ability, let me, my son who is a few years younger than you, do whatever you want and beat you until you calm down, how about that?"

Feng Yifei had never seen such a shameless person, and retorted: "You evildoer complained first. It was Wu Hao who beat me. When did I beat him?"

Xu Tianran said with a solemn expression: "If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself, he is already dying."

Feng Yifei was speechless.

The boy in white paid no attention to the words of the two people. He was very happy in his heart, but he pretended to be aggrieved on his face, and cooperated very well to suppress his realm to the fifth level. Feng Qingming didn't pay much attention to this inconspicuous child for a while.

He felt that a five- or six-year-old child at the fifth level was perfectly normal, and Feng Yifei couldn't suffer any loss in a competition with him, so he treated it as an appetizer for the time being.

Qianbai leaned on the railing and looked at it, shaking his head slightly, sighing as if he was afraid that his good son in blue would be beaten. The boy in white even burst into tears, crying like a man in tears, "Dad, are you still my biological father?"

I don’t know that a one-year difference between young people is a huge difference. Dad, is there someone outside? I want to tell my mother that I want to kill my own son."

The corner of Xu Tianran's mouth twitched slightly, thinking to himself: What a shameless Northern Mastiff devil.

Guan Tongle is blooming, the master is shameless, and Xu Rong is even more shameless, but looking at Xu Rong rolling on the ground makes him happy, then Feng Yifei will suffer.

When Feng Yifei saw that the boy in white was cowardly, he immediately felt confident and thought that he must find the place today. If he had two black eyes, he would pay double the amount and give the boy in white four black eyes.

Then I thought about it, where did the four black eyes come from, so it wouldn't be an exaggeration to break two more of his ribs.

The little boy in white understood Feng Yifei's thoughts deep in his heart.

Xu Rong glanced at Feng Yifei, who was full of bad feelings. Since you are ruthless, don't blame me for being unrighteous. The rules of the world are to hit people without hitting them in the face. You are not only going to slap me in the face, but you are also going to break my ribs. What a shame today.

It can't be any better.

Feng Yi took a step forward, pointed at the boy in white and said, "Don't cry and cry. If you're a man, let's have a good fight. Whoever loses will admit defeat."

The boy in white said timidly: "Dad, you are so cruel. I will tell my mother everything that happened along the way."

This sentence made the corner of Xu Tianran's mouth twitch. Sure enough, you can't take Guan Tong and Xu Rong with you when visiting a brothel. Guan Tong will tell Zhu Ziqi exactly what happened. Xu Rong went too far and probably added more fuel and jealousy. In Xu Rong's version

, I’m afraid I already stayed in Diewu’s boudoir last night.

These days, it's hard to guard against house thieves when you're on guard day and night.

Xu Tianran sighed heavily.

Feng Yifei was proud and independent, and the boy in white took small steps forward, his momentum ebbing and flowing. Although Feng Wuhen felt that the swordsman in green didn't seem to be a person who would suffer losses, he still felt that the boy in white was a ruthless character. Yi Yifei

With the fourth-level realm and the bloodline of the Phoenix clan, even the ordinary third-level young demon is no match for him.

Downstairs in Yunyan, there was a lot of commotion, which woke up many of the prostitutes who had just been lying on the bellies of the girls for a whole night. Seeing that they were from the Feng clan, they did not dare to make a sound, but they secretly opened the door half a distance.

Open the window and secretly watch the excitement.

One girl said coquettishly: "Damn it, who do you think can win?"

A burly middle-aged monster said: "I think our young master from the Phoenix tribe can win, but the little boy in white looks not easy either."

The girl gave Silver Gun Wax Head a blank look and said, "What you say is just in vain. It's as useless as your brothers below."

Then there was a lot of noise. When Yang Xiaobing saw this scene, he realized that the demon brothel is very dangerous. If you don't live well here, you don't dare to come. The demon girl speaks so straightforwardly. What if?

In the human world, even if the sixty-year-old man is weak and collapses at the first touch, the girls still praise him with all their strength, as if the sixty-year-old man does not fight seven times in one battle, but seven times in one night.

Even the master of flowers, Yang Xiaobing, was amazed that the brothel of the demon clan was really a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.

Feng Yifei saw the evasive look of the boy in white and smiled contemptuously. Immediately, his legs were slightly bent, and several cracks appeared on the bluestone. His body moved forward in an indomitable manner, like a lion fighting a rabbit.

One punch can make mountains and rivers powerful, and Feng Yifei thought that he could beat the boy in white until his orifices bleed with one punch.

However, the punch failed, and Feng Yifei passed by the boy in white. When he turned around, he saw that the boy in white was so frightened that he sat on the ground. He felt even more contemptuous in his heart. He rubbed his hands and said: "Hey, kid, cheer up."

, Is this just the beginning? Don’t blame me for being harsh. If you want to blame me, blame your father."

The little boy in white cried loudly and cursed his heartless father.

Qingshan seemed to be deaf, unable to hear his son's wails at all.

Feng Yifei jumped up high again, and struck out with another domineering punch from the sky. This time he targeted the little boy in white, held his fist close to his waist, and waited for the most opportune moment to throw out this punch.

There was a "boom" and dust flew into the sky. The girls and prostitutes who were watching covered their eyes, not daring to see the bloody scene.

However, Feng Yifei felt strange. He had obviously hit Feng Yifei with one punch, but when he touched him, it was like touching a loach, and the slippery punch landed on the bluestone floor.

Feng Qingming also noticed the strangeness. This boy in white might be something special.

The boy in white rolled around on the ground several times and yelled: "You are so cruel, who will pay for the damage if you break something later?"

Feng Yifei said angrily: "I will compensate."

Soon, Feng Yifei was no longer

Jumping in a flashy manner, he walked straight towards the boy in white, got closer, and punched him in the face to see how he would dodge.

The little boy in white looked at Mei Yan pitifully and said, "Mom Mei, if you smash something, it's not mine, it's his."

Meiyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She was still worried about this, so she wanted to protect herself first, but she didn't say anything in front of the Feng clan.

Feng Yifei was face to face with the boy in white, their eyes met, and he punched the boy in white unreasonably hard on the door. The boy in white flew straight out and hit a small building next to him. In an instant, the small building shook, and the main

A huge crack appeared in the beam.

Everyone just thought that the boy in white was completely finished. He must have run out of energy after this punch. Is this young man in green really the biological father of the boy in white? I think he is more like a stepfather.

Feng Yifei looked at his fist in disbelief. When did his cultivation reach such a strong level, he could break the main beam of the first floor with one punch, and this small building became a dangerous building.

Meiyan originally thought that the two children would only smash chairs, tables, and flowers when they made a fuss, but she didn't expect that one punch could destroy a building. No matter how wealthy the Fox Fairy Pavilion was, it couldn't withstand such a disaster.

The girls and male demons on that building felt like the world was spinning. They didn't even have time to put on their clothes before they ran out, fearing that the building would really collapse. Among them were two male demons who drank too much and were slapped twice by the girl before they woke up.

The naked white buttocks ran out.

Feng Qingming had already noticed that something was wrong. The little boy in white clothes lay dead for a long time, then slowly stood up again, looking like he was fine.

Only then did Feng Yifei realize that he had stepped on a nail, so he pulled up a boxing frame and dealt with it carefully.

The boy in white spat, and continued to pretend to be dumbfounded: "Dad, I almost vomited blood."

No one believes this anymore.

The boy in white smiled at Feng Yifei and said, "You smashed this building. It has nothing to do with me. You will pay for it."

Feng Yifei didn't say anything.

The boy in white felt bored, shook his head and said, "Where did the momentum go?"

Feng Yifei looked like he was facing a powerful enemy, but still didn't say anything.

The boy in white sighed, "I still like the arrogant way you looked just now, but it's boring now."

In an instant, the boy in white waved his white sleeves, and Feng Yifei flew away in response. He fell lightly like a kite with a broken string, surrounded by the spinning wind of fists. Feng Qingming wanted to pull Feng Yifei out of the wind of fists.

Fly to the rescue.

Only a wailing sound was heard, and the bones of Feng Yifei's body creaked, no more, no less, exactly four of his ribs were broken, and the sleeve of Feng Qingming's arm that caught Feng Yifei in the wind of fists was completely shattered.

There was a burst of exclamation from the Fox Immortal Pavilion.

Meiyan was full of shock, it was over, it was over, it was completely over, she was really torn apart, no matter how round she was, she would not be round again.

Diewu smiled slightly, her beautiful eyes made people addicted to her charm at just one glance, and they couldn't extricate themselves from it.

Feng Qingming said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

Xu Tianran cupped his fists and said calmly: "Guess."

Feng Qingming's face was full of anger. These outsiders completely ignored the noble status of the Feng clan. The boy in white dared to hurt his own grandson, and his body was in a weird state. Even if he was in the fifth-level realm, it was difficult for him to throw out that burst of punches.

Feng, in the demon world, there are only a handful of great demons who can shatter his sleeves. He can't help but doubt the identity of these people. Are they the envoys of the Dragon Clan, trying to give the Phoenix Clan a disincentive?

Xu Tianran saw through Feng Qingming's thoughts, turned his head, and chuckled: "You are not qualified to know our identities."

The more Xu Tianran behaved like this, the more Feng Qingming thought that his guess was good and that he must be the envoy of the Dragon Clan. If this was the case, if he really wanted to break up completely, the Dragon Clan would have to give the Feng Clan some power. After all, although the white-clothed boy's attack was heavy, he had always been loyal to the Feng Clan.

I never wanted to harm the foundation of Yifei Dao.

If that's the case, I really can't afford to lose today's battle.

Xu Tianran squinted his eyes and smiled, "Master Feng, do you still want to compete for the second time?"

Feng Qingming said in a deep voice: "I will accompany you."

Xu Tianran pointed at Feng Wuhen and suggested, "How about I, the founder of the mountain, challenge him?"

Guan Tong was shocked. Along the way, his master never let him take action against the enemy. He looked at the gloomy-faced Phoenix swordsman who seemed to be difficult to deal with. How could he defeat him?

Feng Qingming asked in return: "Isn't it the thousand-year-old goblin who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger again?"

When the little boy in white heard about the thousand-year-old goblin, he became very angry and cursed: "You old man, I'm still young, why am I an old goblin? I'm just a little goblin at most."
To be continued...