Fengqi City, a small courtyard in the city lord's mansion.

The sky light, a ray of morning light penetrated through the clouds, and began to slowly fall between the heaven and earth.

Under the sycamore trees in the yard, the hot pot is still churning slightly.

Bai Lan and Lin Xueer have already taken Baili An to rest, and they also know...

This father and son have something to talk about.

Father and son sit opposite each other.

The leaves of the sycamore tree fall slowly with the wind.

Occasionally, a few dishes that were about to fall on the table, but at the end, a faint breath passed by and blow it away.

Baili Moyun picked up a piece of dish with chopsticks.

But when he was about to put it in the bowl, he stopped.

With a smile on his face, he raised his head and looked at Yan Feng.

"Feng'er, you're sure."

Almost sure, what I asked was naturally a battle with the Lord of the Sea of ​​Mo.

"less than 10%.

Yan Feng answered this question very simply because he thought so, without exaggerating or modesty at all.

Previously, he had looked at the Lord of Mo Hai, and the look of the two of them was able to determine each other's strength.

From that look, Yan Feng knew it instantly.

Want to beat this person...

Disaster!

Very difficult!

It's strange that Yan Feng could clearly feel that from his strength, he had a breath that was very similar to himself in the Lord of the Sea of ​​Mo.

The Great Way of Heaven and Earth, the Nine Saints in One, the Lord of the Sea of ​​Ink... is not short of this.

but……

One thing that made him very strange, especially strange!

In this Lord of the Sea of ​​Mo, he always felt a different aura from him, or... the aura he had lost.

With this energy in there, Yan Feng has no chance of winning.

At least……

This is Yan Feng’s own feeling.

But the reason why he is still 10% sure is that he stops fighting countless mortals and monks on the continent.

Their luck belongs to him.

Although these luck, due to the sinking of the two continents, a large number of monks died, they were taken back by Zhentian.

But at least 50% of the luck is still there, and it remains on the continent.

so……

This is also the reason Yan Feng said to be sure. This 50% of the power of luck is the only advantage between him and the Lord of the Sea of ​​Mo.

If this luck is not supported by you, even if it is 10%... Yan Feng will not be sure.

But even now, Yan Feng is still thinking.

What is the aura he lacks on the Lord of the Sea of ​​Mo? He can feel the existence of that aura, but he can't tell what this aura is.

"10% is enough."

Baili Moyun looked at Yan Feng, smiled on his face, and then raised the wine glass on the table: "Come on, son, I'll do it for my father!"

Yan Feng looked at Baili Moyun. It was impossible for his father to drink his wine. He raised his glasses, clinked his glasses, and drank them all in one go.

"As a father, he died and had no life, he was able to reach this day. He was sure that he was already enough."

Baili Moyun laughed loudly, laughing very happily.

Yan Feng was stunned when he heard his father's words, and then laughed.

yes…

It’s not Baili Moyun or Yan Feng. I’ve experienced too many things along the way, and it’s common to linger on the brink of life and death.

But after all, I came over.

Now that the battle is a battle, I have a certainty in my hand, which is better than the death without life!
Chapter completed!