blogombal Chapter 694
Chapter 694
"Confirm?"
"What is there to confirm!!"
Feng Shatian's sharp eyebrows were raised, as if he had observed the situation on Luo Fanchen's side from a few miles away. He looked at Feng Qinyin and sneered and asked:
"Can't you feel the pressure of Feng Ling and Huang Ling's status even when you are face to face?"
The thirty-year-old man with bangs sitting on the right raised his head, and his light golden pupils flashed.
The short-haired golden beauty on the left turned a deaf ear to it. She was not curious about anything in the outside world. She still lowered her head and concentrated on playing with the exquisite silver earrings.
"Indeed!"
"The aura of Feng Ling and Huang Ling cannot be forged, it cannot be faked!"
Feng Qinyin was quite surprised, "Since this boy's identity is real, why didn't the general show up to see it, but instead asked his subordinates to go and use the delay trick."
Feng Shatian narrowed his eyes slightly, and his breath was steady.
"Meet?"
"What meeting!"
A cold laugh with strange emotions sounded, Feng Shatian suddenly stood up, but then walked slowly outside and said:
"Don't forget, since he can release two true spirits, it means he is the descendant of someone."
"Grandfather..." Feng Qinyin didn't say half of the words, suddenly realized, and her expression also became strange.
Feng Shatian gently patted her shoulder: "Grandfather's descendant, such a great generation."
"You were rude when you went there just now, understand? You should salute him and pay homage to the little ancestor."
The scar at the corner of Feng Qinyin's eye trembled slightly,
Let her, a super-powerful person like her, General Xuefeng, salute a young man with five rings, and greet him respectfully in front of a group of subordinates in the barracks.
This is even more uncomfortable than killing her, it's not acceptable in terms of face.
It's like you fought bloody battles for decades, and finally climbed up from a small soldier to the position of general through hard work. At this time, the emperor suddenly let the weak heir who did nothing to parachute in, and asked you to respectfully call him marshal. It's really uncomfortable like eating a fly.
I really want to ask,
Why!
Feng Qinyin looked unkind and said, "I understand you, general."
"What should we do now? We can't just drag it on, right?"
Feng Shatian stared at her coldly, his mouth corners gradually raised, and suddenly smiled:
"Really can only drag it on."
"Force him away?"
"Definitely not. What if he goes to the Huang family camp and makes friends with the Huang family?"
Feng Shatian sneered again: "Kill him?"
"Make a decision that goes against our ancestors?"
"Don't even think about it. This is treason!"
But general, why do I see the word "cowardly" written in capital letters on your face?
Feng Qinyin was thinking silently, and then she heard Feng Shatian staring outside the tent, his eyes were cold and distant:
"The civil war between my Feng clan and the Huang clan is to fight for the right to speak, to unite and prosper to fight against foreign enemies, not to kill each other's people."
"If everyone is dead, what's the point of fighting for the right to speak?"
"Never forget that in this continent, besides my Feng clan, the closest to us is the Huang clan."
"No matter that kid is talented or lucky, since he has become the descendant of the ancestor, even if we are not convinced and unwilling, we must admit that he is one of our own."
"Since he is one of our own, even if we are not happy with this kid, we can't treat him the same way as we treat enemies on the battlefield."
"Do you understand?"
Feng Qinyin's body trembled, and she looked at the door of the tent. Feng Shatian's body, with his back to the door, was cold and unruly, accompanied by the black shadow under the setting sun outside the tent.
She stood up straight unconsciously.
Just now she even thought that the general was hinting at her to exclude him or get rid of him and find a way to get his inheritance.
And the general seemed to see her thoughts and clearly expressed his attitude.
Many people in the military camp thought that the general was cold, arrogant, and even bad. Many times he would do anything to achieve his goals, but no one ever said that the general was bad, let alone that the general was not good to his own people.
Feng Qinyin's scarred eyes, which were full of murderous aura, could not help but show more respect. In the deepest part of her eyes, there was even a special emotion.
Unfortunately, this emotion did not last long.
"The old ancestor deserves to die!!!"
The arrogant and sinister general in front suddenly turned his head and covered his cold face that was slapped outside the village last time. His expression was ferocious. His face no longer hurt, but it hurt!
"This general kneels like that..."
Okay, okay, we all know that you begged on your knees.
Feng Qinyin inexplicably felt the urge to laugh, and thought that the always cold general suddenly looked a little cute, and pretended to have heard nothing with blank eyes.
Feng Shatian was so broken that he almost went crazy:"This general has so sincerely begged the old ancestor to favor our Feng family and visited them hundreds of times, but in the end, he waved his hand and sent me away casually, without even looking at the pride of my clan."
The beautiful girl with short golden hair still turned a deaf ear to what was going on in the tent, and only looked at the silver earrings.
On the contrary, the man with bangs had pale golden pupils shaking.
"Click!"
"Click!"
The harsh grinding sound rang out,
Feng Qinyin was so scared that he wanted to persuade him, "General, don't bite, I'm afraid. This is the first time he has seen the general being so angry.
"General..."
Feng Shatian stared, and his eyes even had red bloodshot: "Don't persuade me!"
"Do you know what grievances I have suffered outside for our Feng family!"
Thinking of him, a great general of the Feng family!
He actually knelt down countless times, flattered and begged countless times, and finally tried to please the ancestor and please the dead ghost, and was blackmailed for source stones.
The result...
He gave everything, but didn't get anything back,
That's not right,
Feng Shatian's anger stopped abruptly, he touched his face, and was fucking hit by an oversized big cunt.
He almost bit his back teeth and said, as if he could see Li Qing from a distance:
"Be wronged, so be wronged, who told you that he was my ancestor, I can't, and I don't have the ability to ask my ancestor to die."
"Then you are..." Feng Qinyin did a good job of supporting the role, and looked like she was listening very seriously.
Feng Shatian turned his head with red eyes and said: "What I am unwilling to accept is that the old man has a lame leg, but is his eye also lame?"
"Choose such a thing and send it to our camp? Who are you trying to disgust?"
"At the beginning, I thought that the ancestors must have found a perfect candidate, who was confident enough to crush the geniuses of our Feng and Huang clans countless times, so they didn't even want to look at me and Huang Mengmeng."
"The result..."
"Choose a low-grade Luan bird martial soul, a guy who is in his twenties and has only cultivated to the Soul King?"
Feng Shatian had an urge to vomit out of disgust, and he looked like he was going to vomit.
Feng Qinyin comforted him, "Maybe... he has other shining points?"
"Ask yourself if you believe this before you say it?"
Feng Shatian frowned and said, "I originally thought that Luo Fanchen, who blackmailed me, was finally dead, so no one would compete with my Feng family and Huang family for the inheritance."
"Have you been blackmailed by Luo Zhuangyuan?"
Feng Qinyin's fierce scarred eyes were full of curiosity, and her words were obviously respectful.
Feng Shatian's expression froze,
He almost fainted with anger, and said what was in his heart.
And the hot blonde who had been looking down couldn't help but look up at this moment, revealing a delicate and hot face, but her beautiful eyes were much deeper and less lively.
Feng Shatian pretended nothing happened and continued:
"Now it seems that instead of passing the inheritance to this waste called Li Qing, it is better to pass it to Luo Fanchen. Although I feel sick when I see his face, at least I have to pinch my nose and say "admire" for his talent."
A sigh sounded,
The man with bangs sighed and shook his head:
"It's a pity that my nephew didn't fight him. It's a pity."
Feng Shatian looked at the man and said: "Jiantang, you are the strongest person of your generation in my Feng family. You can fight against the peak of the eighth level at the level of 85. It's gratifying, but..."
A but,
The man with bangs flashed his pale golden eyes: "Third uncle, you can say whatever you want!"
Feng Shatian said: "But, I have to admit that if that dead champion is not dead, let alone at the same level, even if he is a soul saint, you can't beat him."
"Impossible!"
Feng Jiantang suddenly stood up and sat down on the chair and it exploded.
"Uncle San, please don't encourage others and destroy our own prestige."
"I admit that his first place in this World Championship is valuable, and I also admit that if he is at the same level as me, or even a few levels lower, I will probably lose."
"But I don't believe that he can do it with the huge gap between the eighth and seventh levels!"
The blond hottie who had been silent all this time suddenly said: "Brother Tang, you are very strong, but you can't beat him, and you don't understand how strong he is."