Feng Xingtong walked to the open space in the center of the courtyard with her sword in hand. Everyone else took a step back consciously, leaving the space for her and Feng Twelve.
Feng Twelve turned his gaze to Feng Yi, who narrowed his eyes slightly and shook his head.
This means asking Feng Twelve to show mercy.
Feng Xingtong looked at Di Yeheng who was not far away. The man was sitting upright and looking at him. His silver hair was flowing down on his shoulders. He was so beautiful that he was almost evil.
Di Yeheng raised his eyebrows at her, seeming to have great confidence in her.
Although he had never seen her move, he trusted her inexplicably, as if she had always been incomparable and invincible in his heart.
Feng Twelve took a deep breath and said, "Your Majesty, I will show mercy..."
Before he finished speaking, the broad sword blade stabbed across his neck.
Feng Twelve's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously wanted to use his spiritual power, but at the last moment he clenched his fists and crushed the little spiritual power in his palm.
He turned sideways suddenly, and the folding fan in his hand blocked the sharp sword blade.
"When——"
Accompanied by the sound of electric sparks, the folding fan moved along the blade of the sword and scraped it towards Feng Xingtong's fingers.
A smile flashed in Feng Xing's eyes, and he looked at Feng Twelve with his eyelids slightly raised, already seeing through his purpose.
Feng Twelve wanted to end the battle quickly and tried to use a folding fan to directly shock Feng Xingtong's wrist to make her drop the sword.
Unexpectedly, when he met those bright phoenix eyes, the smile in his eyes made his scalp tingle.
That smile was like an evil god falling into the abyss. The divine beauty was filled with evil and bloodthirsty, which made him shudder.
The broad sword flipped in the air, so fast that it flashed out of sight.
"Dang!"
Feng Xingtong flipped her wrist and knocked Feng Twelve's folding fan back again, forcing the folding fan to stick to Feng Twelve's chest.
Her steps were mysterious, and within a few steps she had already walked around Feng Twelve with her sword blade, her figure as fast as a ghost.
Feng Twelve's eyes widened and he felt the clothes on his back being torn apart. He was shocked and immediately jumped up and turned over, landing in the air and appearing behind Feng Xingtong.
He was careless just now, he really thought that this prince had no ability.
The folding fan in his hand unfolded with a swish, blocking the tip of the sword that was thrust towards him.
He had some doubts that if he didn't react, the tip of the sword would really pierce his body.
Feng Xingtong's crimson thin lips pursed lightly, and she raised her eyelids to look at Feng Twelve: "Not bad, the reaction is quick enough."
"If I can survive the next ten moves, I will lose!"
Her boyish voice exuded confidence, and her low-pitched voice reached the ears of everyone in the hospital.
Originally, when Feng Twelve fought with her, everyone thought he was bullying her.
Now she actually took the initiative to say that she would defeat Feng Twelve within ten moves!
It’s just bragging about not drafting!
The team captains all looked at this side with some disdain. No one noticed that Feng Cang and Feng Chen were standing at the door of the room, quietly watching the fight here.
Di Yeheng's thin lips were slightly curved as he stared at the seemingly thin figure. In his eyes, it was indeed an exquisite and graceful body. Her movements like a swimming dragon were reflected in his black eyes.
"Dang!"
"Crack!" was the sound of the folding fan falling to the ground.
"You lost." Feng Xingtong's voice was light, with dissatisfaction in her cold eyes.
After only five moves, Feng Twelve lost.
This made her a little dissatisfied with his performance.
She took the long sword from Feng Twelve's neck and looked at the other people in the courtyard: "Where is Feng Eleven? Come and fight with me."
Feng Twelve was still a little confused. There were cuts everywhere on his robe, his belt fell to the ground, and the placket was wide open to reveal the white undershirt underneath.
Staring at the figure that was a little shorter than himself, he felt excited in his heart.
He actually lost.
Lost to a useless person with no cultivation.
Although he didn't use his spiritual power, he could feel the prince's suppression on him. No matter in terms of speed or movement, he was like a child in front of the Crown Prince, too immature to see.
Feng Shiyi stood up and clenched the scimitar in his hand, "Your Majesty, I am Feng Shiyi."
"Come here and fight with me. If I lose within ten moves, I will give up Feng Ling immediately!" Feng Xingtong's voice was cold, and he already rushed over.
Feng Shiyi could only accept the attack, and the two fought together.
Feng Cang slowly touched his beard and said to Feng Chen beside him, "What did you see?"
Feng Chen's handsome face had a solemn expression, and he said calmly: "The prince is very fast, and his moves are ruthless. Every move seems to take the life of Shi Yi, but he stops in time."
"Your Majesty, this is showing mercy."
"Feng Chen, after today these twelve people will follow the stars wholeheartedly. As the captain of the Feng Guard, you must do your best to restrain their stubbornness and be loyal to the stars together." Feng Cang warned in a deep voice.
Feng Chen nodded slightly: "Master, don't worry, no matter what happens in the future, I will protect the prince!"
"I have been sending people to investigate your life experience. They will definitely be found." Feng Cang gently patted Feng Chen's shoulder and turned to look at the yard.
Feng Xingtong won again.
Feng Shiyi also passed five moves in her hands.
At this time, the other team captains also became serious, and they all realized that the good-for-nothing prince in front of them was not a real good-for-nothing.
Feng's eyes flashed brightly, and her pupils trembled as she walked in front of Feng Xingtong and knelt down on one knee in front of everyone's surprised eyes.
He cupped his fists and saluted Feng Xingtong, and shouted in a deep voice: "Feng Yi pays homage to the master! From now on, I swear to be loyal to the master to the death!"
If other people can't understand it, then they are stupid.
Feng Yi, who has the highest level of cultivation, is now a Green Spirit Master. He has already knelt down and recognized his master. What are the younger brothers like him still hesitating about?
Feng Twelve and Feng Eleven came over, knelt down on one knee and expressed their loyalty to Feng Xingtong: "Feng Eleven/Feng Twelve, pay your respects to the master! From now on, I swear to be loyal to the master to the death!"
Feng Er and others also came and knelt down, their voices of loyalty echoing throughout the courtyard.
"Bah bang bang!"
Feng Cang applauded and walked out of the room.
Everyone quickly looked over and saw Feng Cang walking towards him with a straight posture and steady steps.
"Master, no, Lord Marquis, your injury is healed!" Feng Yi was so excited that he forgot that he had changed his master.
Feng Cang nodded with a smile: "Okay, that's almost it. You made the right choice. Xingxing is a genius!"
He signaled Feng Xingtong with his eyes, and Feng Xingtong nodded slightly.
She showed off her cultivation as a one-star red spirit master.
Feng Chen looked at this scene in shock and whispered: "Master, when did you get your spiritual roots and become a red spirit master?"
"This is going to talk about Xiao Jinyan throwing me into the abyss a few days ago. Maybe God took pity on me and allowed me to grow spiritual roots." Feng Xingtong did not go into details, but that was enough. Everyone was shocked.
"Master has become a Red Spirit Master in just a few days!" Feng Twelve hugged his tattered clothes and was so shocked that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
Feng Shiyi said with emotion: "Master's cultivation speed is too fast, given time, he will definitely become a golden spiritual master!"
They have no shame in losing to such a genius!
It is their honor to lose to such a master!
Feng Xingtong returned the long sword to Feng Yi and praised: "The sword is good. I will give you a better one in the future."
Feng Yi was steady and showed no excitement on his face, but his voice was full of excitement: "Thank you, Master!"
Everyone chatted in the courtyard for a long time, and they were all very interested in Feng Xingtong's movements just now. Feng Xingtong promised to train them every morning in the future, including Feng Chen, and then they went about their business with laughter.
............
The moon and stars were sparse, and a red figure flew out from Pingyang Hou Mansion.
It flew across the roof as lightly as a flying swallow, without disturbing anyone in the Hou Mansion.
However, except for one person.
The man's silver hair is like the Milky Way swept into the night. Under the cold moonlight, he is like a holy god falling into the mortal world. His tall and slender figure exudes a noble chill.
Feng Xingtong glanced back, her bloody pupils shining with a coquettish red light in the night.
Sen Leng is bloodthirsty.
However, Di Yeheng showed an endearing smile and followed her sideways.
Feng Xingtong settled on the eaves of a roof and asked in a low voice: "Why are you following me?"
"Appreciate the moon." Di Yeheng leaned forward to look at her, hooked his big hands around her slender waist, and said slowly with thin lips: "The moonlight is so beautiful...especially the blood moon in your eyes."
Feng Xingtong swallowed dryly in her throat, with a tiny glimmer of light shining in her bloody pupils, she looked away and said, "You kid, don't seduce me."
"Seduce?" Di Yeheng's lips curled slightly, and he lowered his head while hooking her slender waist, and gently pressed his thin lips against the corners of her lips.
The warm kisses moved towards her lips little by little, and the hot and moist tongue entwined her lips, causing bones to feel numb.
He can't eat meat, so he can still get some interest.
Feng Xingtong's eyes widened and she was stunned for a moment.
what happened?
Why did it suddenly advance to the point of kissing?
The full moon hung high, and the bright moonlight fell on the entire Holy Capital City.
On the flying eaves, the man's silver hair hanging behind him shone like a galaxy. The hair rolled with the night wind, gently sticking to the woman's red skirt, and gently entangled with her black hair.
Ambiguous and holy.
"Haah..." Feng Xingtong was finally able to breathe, her red lips parted slightly, and her beautiful phoenix eyes were filled with a moist and charming color.
Di Yeheng was an excellent kisser, but just kissing her made her whole body go weak and she couldn't bear it.
"Tongtong, this is seduction, remember?" His voice was like jade and gold, stained with hoarse desire.
Di Yeheng's eyes fell heavily on her red and moist lips, he pressed them gently with his long fingers, and rubbed them with his fingertips, "When will you let me marry you?"
Feng Xingtong's eyelashes trembled, she turned away and broke away from his big hand, pushing his chest away, "It's still early, let's wait until the day when I am no longer the heir."
Di Yeheng took her hand and asked hoarsely: "Where are you going so late? Could it be that you are dating a man..."
"Yes, I have an appointment tonight." Feng Xingtong answered without thinking.
He didn't notice that the man's dark eyes gradually darkened, as if the deep sea was turbulent and the cold stars were trembling.
"Lead the way, I will kill him."
Feng Xingtong staggered and almost fell from the eaves, "Calm down!"
