"You too." Patriarch Mo replied calmly.
Mo Jing laughed loudly, "Don't worry, Dad, I'm still strong now! You don't have to worry."
Patriarch Mo frowned slightly, looked at him seriously, and said in a cold tone, "You mean...I'm old?"
Mo Jing quickly waved his hand: "Where is it? Dad, you are still going strong!"
To describe him as old and strong? Aren't you talking about yourself being old?
Patriarch Mo was really convinced by him and sighed helplessly.
The key point was that Mo Jing was still cheerful. He raised his hand domineeringly and put his arms around his father's shoulders. Like a fool, he forcibly pulled Patriarch Mo to 'sway' in place.
The veins on the forehead of the head of the Mo family are faintly bulging.
…
White Tiger Kingdom, Royal Palace.
In the hall, although the lights are flickering, they are extremely bright.
The two sat opposite each other.
Feng Xinglan, who was dressed in white, had clean and cold eyebrows. He held a white piece in his hand, then leaned over slightly and dropped the white piece on the chessboard.
Snap.
Feng Heng, who was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, smiled warmly and said mockingly: "Lan'er, your chess skills are still as bad as ever."
Feng Xinglan raised his eyes and said, "Father, it's your chess skills that are perfect."
"Why do you have emotional intelligence?" Feng Heng was slightly surprised.
Feng Xinglan: "..."
Feng Heng continued to smile and said: "It seems that over the years, under the influence of your friends, your emotional intelligence has been greatly improved. It is very gratifying to be a father. But I have to say that you still have no idea about playing chess. What kind of talent? It’s so rotten. You used to know nothing about the world and practiced swordsmanship every day. If you hadn’t inherited the beauty of your father and mother, as well as your status as the prince of the White Tiger Kingdom, others would probably regard you as an idiot... "
"Father."
Feng Xinglan interrupted him. When he returned to the palace, he was belittled by his father in a calm tone. He sighed helplessly and said: "My son knows a lot of things now."
Feng Heng raised his eyebrows, "Will it make money?"
Feng Xinglan choked: "..." Why is it so heartbreaking?
Feng Heng regained his composure, picked up the black piece and dropped it on the chessboard. After finishing the chess game, he raised his head and looked at Feng Xinglan seriously: "Okay, Lan'er, you don't have to know many things, but you must be good at it. If you are talented in swordsmanship, then specialize in swordsmanship. My father believes that one day you will be able to protect the world with swordsmanship."
"Okay." Feng Xinglan smiled slowly.
Feng Heng curled his lips in relief, "What is your current level of cultivation?"
"God."
Feng Heng was stunned. He looked at his royal son with a complex and changeable expression. He had never doubted that Lan'er would lie.
He murmured: "God..."
When Feng Xinglan saw this, he smiled and said, "I hope my father won't tell anyone."
When Feng Heng heard this, he couldn't help laughing, and slowly shook his head and said: "Even if my father told me, no one would believe it. Even though Fengyun Team is a legend among the Dongzhou people, but The word 'god' is beyond the scope of their imagination for them. If you hadn't said it yourself, my father would never believe that there are gods in this world."
"Are they gods too?"
'They' refers to several other people in Fengyun Team.
Feng Xinglan nodded slightly.
Feng Heng locked eyes with Feng Xinglan and asked: "You can become a god, you should have the help of that girl Yunzheng, right?"
"Father, you guessed it right." Feng Xinglan nodded and admitted that if it weren't for the hard work given to them by Zheng Zheng when they were promoted to false gods in the Qiongtian Continent, and the blessings from the gods, their natural bloodlines would not have improved so much. quick.
Feng Heng said with emotion: "Girl Yunzheng is really kind to you."
Feng Xinglan smiled and said, "She treats us very well."
"Father, please give your hand to me first."
"What's wrong?"
Although Feng Heng was confused, he still raised his hand.
Feng Xinglan held Feng Heng's hand, and three rays of divine power entered Feng Heng's body invisibly.
Feng Xinglan let go, raised his eyes to look at Feng Heng, and said with respect in his tone: "My son, I hope you are always safe."
"Okay." Feng Heng laughed. He could feel what kind of power Lan'er put into his body. It was very warm.
"Father, this is something for you."
"Where did you come from?"
"Saved."
"Aren't you very poor?"
Feng Xinglan pursed her lips and said, "Now... I'm not very poor anymore."
…
The family of alchemy, Yanzhai.
In an alchemy darkroom, a gentle man in a purple brocade robe stood in front of the alchemy furnace. When he raised his hand, a purple flame jumped from his fingertips to the bottom of the alchemy furnace, and then burned blazingly.
There was a crackling sound.
Behind him, there was a well-dressed middle-aged couple, a dozen young disciples, and eight or nine old men staring at the cauldron.
Yan Chen introduced gently: "This is the refining method of the Xuanyang Spirit Fusion Pill. These spiritual herbs and elixirs must be put down according to the steps. It can't take half a moment less, and it can't take more than half a moment."
Having said this, he picked up three red star flowers from the table on the side and put them into the cauldron.
Not long after putting it down, bursts of the fragrance of elixirs came from the cauldron.
Everyone in the dark room smelled the fragrance, and their expressions became faintly excited.
Without opening the furnace, they also knew that the Xuanyang Fusion Spirit Rejuvenation Pill was about to be refined into a super-grade Xuanyang Spirit-Rejuvenating Pill inside the cauldron!
One of the Supreme Elders said excitedly: "Shen'er, you are really amazing. Our Yan family has actually produced a genius like you! It is really our Yan family's blessing!"
"Ancestor, you are so complimentary." Yan Chen nodded gently, unfazed.
At this time, a young disciple stared at Yan Chen with starry eyes. His eyes were clear and bright. He was so nervous that he stuttered: "Yan...Senior Brother Yan, you...can you sign my...my alchemy book?" A name?"
Yan Chen smiled gently: "Okay."
"Senior Brother Yan, I want it too!"
"I asked first!"
"Senior Brother Yan, I...I admire you! Also, I also admire that senior Feng Xinglan! I have practiced alchemy and swordsmanship! It is said that senior Feng Xinglan can cross a thousand miles with one sword. At that time, no genius could surpass him. Sword Intent!”
The dozen or so elite disciples of the Yan family are not reserved at all. They all want to express their admiration and admiration for Senior Brother Yan, as well as their liking for the members of the Fengyun Team.
Suddenly, the alchemy darkroom was extremely agitated.
The head of the Yan family coughed heavily, frowned and said in a deep voice: "Okay, okay, everyone, calm down! Your senior brother Yan is here to teach you now, so study hard!"
As soon as these words came out, the Yan family disciples calmed down a little, but their excitement could not be suppressed.
Yan Chen smiled lightly.
At this time, the cauldron made a "clang" sound.
The elixir has been made.
For a moment, the scent of the elixir spread throughout the dark room.
It makes people's spirits suddenly shaken.
Yan Chen slowly raised his hand, flicked his fingers towards the cauldron, and the lid of the furnace was opened.
Several Supreme Elders couldn't help but be curious and walked closer to watch.
