Chapter 14

At night, the whole Liuyun country became silent.

Fengjia, Zhang Fanpan is sitting on the bed, his Zixia skill is running, and the purple light is breathing on his body. Although his Zixia skill has reached the second level, today's performance is still good, but he relies on his previous life's fighting experience and Zhang tingfei's mentality.

After that war, Zixia skill consumed 7788, pressure, inexplicable pressure. He knew that Zhang tingfei's strength was nothing if he looked at the whole martial spirit continent, and he was even more so. He became strong and his belief was surrounded in his heart.

But just breaking through the second layer, where is the third layer so easy to break through? After a whole night of cultivation, although it made Zixia's skill more saturated, there was no substantial progress.

The next day, Zhang Fan opened his eyes, disappointed look inevitably appeared in the face.

With a sigh, it seems that we are in no hurry to break through.

Stand up from the bed, gently open the door, the courtyard quiet, breeze with a trace of cool, blowing in Zhang Fan's body.

Zhang Fan's black hair is floating in the wind, and his face is blurred

At this time, the emperor's house and the Zhang family advocated the silent version, and Qin Feng, the head of the Qin family, stood on the main hall.

Zhang Moben looked a little angry. When Zhang tingfei came back to his family yesterday, he found out that it was wrong. He looked dull and seemed to have received any stimulation. You should know that cultivation is the most taboo. If he was seriously stimulated, it would make cultivation have a great resistance, confused and difficult to sprint to a higher level.

He soon learned that Fengling had defeated his son. At that time, he couldn't believe it. After all, Fengling was known to the whole empire, so he got up in the morning and found the Qin family. When he heard Qinling's story at that time, he couldn't believe it. He thought that his son had become like that and wanted to find the emperor for everything Be fair.

The Qin family owner also revealed that his son was also stimulated, so the two came together.

Sitting at the top of the table was a middle-aged man. He was handsome, awe inspiring, with one pair of eyes shining cold stars, two sword eyebrows mixed with paint. His chest was broad, and he had the invincible prestige. He looked a little dignified. He was no other than Yunluo, the emperor of Liuyun Kingdom.

Yunluo casually put his hands on the chair, with a smile on his face, looked at Qin Feng and Zhang Moben and said, "Zhang Jia Zhu, Qin Jia Zhu, do you know what's the matter with the emperor's house?"

The speech is dignified, strong and powerful, and has the ambition of spitting out thousands of Zhang Lingyun.

Qin Feng told the story. Then he looked at Yunluo, who was sitting at the top of the table, and said, "emperor, now my son and Zhang's son have a heart knot because of this, and there are many obstacles in their future practice! Please make the decision for us. "

Yunluo frowned and said, "isn't Fengling, the son of fengbatian, not able to practice?"

"Emperor, there are many witnesses to yesterday's events. If you don't believe it, you can go and investigate." Qin Feng took a deep breath and said.

"Well, I'll look into it." Yunluo nodded gently, then said: "do you have other things?"

They shook their heads gently.

"When I find out the cause, I will naturally make a judgment. You should leave early." Yunluo waved his hand and said softly.

"Yes." They nodded and walked out.

After they left, Yunluo looked at a man standing beside him with a negative hand and said, "Mr. Tan, what do you think of this?"

"It should be true." The old man nodded gently, then his eyes twinkled, said: "but I have a curiosity, how does Fengling transform?"

Yunluo nodded gently. He was also curious about this question, and then said: "fengbatian's identity is also very mysterious. Could it be his original family that transformed Fengling? Or what pills did they find, and then they baptized Fenglin? "

The old man gently shook his head, said: "how in the end, only a little bit to verify."

Yunluo nodded, sat up from his seat, his eyes fluctuated, and said directly: "this time, even if the wind family is wrong, we can't move. Fengbatian will protect our Liuyun country with his own strength. I can never repay this kindness." Words fall, cloud Luo brush sleeve to walk toward inside.

Looking at Yunluo's back, the old man nodded gently, and then followed.

Three days later, a bleak boy sat on his knees in the back mountain of Fengjia.

Purple light flow, colorful, dazzling! Floating gently, just like the candle flickering under the night light.

Breath addicted, light introverted, open your eyes, purple awn in the black eyes flash away.

Spread out his right hand, the golden light like a fountain, slowly emerged.

"Hum."

With a light sound, a golden sword floats in Zhang Fan's right heart. The golden halo is flowing. It's really charming

Feeling the domineering spirit with the breath of king style, a trace of intoxication appeared in my eyes.Xuanyuan sword! The sword of a king is only the king who stands up to heaven and earth.

The long black hair is windless, and a detached temperament emerges from Zhang Fan.

Slowly stand up, spread out the right hand instant clench, a domineering fierce extreme sword Qi to Zhang Fan as the center toward all around burst out.

The leaves of grass fell silently, and the corners of Zhang Fan's mouth turned up slightly. The hegemony of Xuanyuan sword can make people fall!

Xuanyuan sword is not a vase, it must be honed in order to thrive

Spreading his hand, Zhang Fan once again glanced at Xuanyuan sword. His mind surged and Xuanyuan sword disappeared in the palm of his hand.

After finishing his white robe, Zhang Fan went out with his negative hand.

When he comes to the inner courtyard of Feng's house, Zhang Fangang steps into his own courtyard, and an exquisite figure appears in the corner of his eye.

A slight softness appeared in Zhang Fan's eyes.

Light elegant fragrance came, the figure stood in front of Zhang Fan.

"Young master, the master asked you to come over." Ouyang xian'er looks at Zhang Fan who stands with a negative hand, and his heart beats faster.

"Father?" Zhang Fan looked a little confused, nodded gently and said: "let's go."

When they came to the lobby, Feng batian sat in the first place, holding the teacup in his hand and sipping tea. After they came in, they gently put down the teacup. A pair of tiger eyes fell on Zhang Fan. The soft color flashed, and he got up and said: "just now the Imperial emissary came to pass, let me take you to the imperial palace."

"It's for me to hurt Zhang tingfei."

The corner of Zhang Fan's mouth poked a sneer, with a cool look and a trace of disdain showing from his face.

"Well." Feng batian gently nodded, looked up at Zhang Fan, and nodded with satisfaction. When he said the emperor's house summoned him, Zhang Fan's face didn't change, and his heart couldn't help showing a trace of pride.

"Let's go." Feng Ba said softly every day and walked out.

Looking at Feng Ba Tian Gao Da's back, Zhang Fan stepped up, but after two steps, he stopped, turned his head and looked at Ouyang xian'er, who came up with him, and said softly, "xian'er, please stay at home."

"Young master, I want to go with you." Ouyang xian'er nibbled her lips and said.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Zhang Fan naturally recognized the worry in Ouyang xian'er's words, and with a smile, patted her head.

Ouyang xian'er hesitated and finally nodded: "young master, I'll wait for you at home. You must come back safely."

"Well." Zhang Fan nodded gently and went after Feng batian.

Looking at Zhang Fan's back, Ouyang xian'er holds a pair of thin white hands together. Although Zhang Fan says so, she is still a little worried.