Qin Feng looked up at the other party again. His father was not to be outdone. He chewed the chicken legs in front of him, his face was calm, and his eyes were full of provocation.
What the hell is daddy doing?
Qin Feng thought for a moment and soon had the answer.
The other party must be venting his anger on him because he was forced to sleep in the guest room last night!
Qin Feng's eyelids twitched. How could such a big person be as superficial as a child?
He didn't want to be on the same level as his father, so he could only pick up other dishes.
However, my father clearly hadn't finished eating the chicken drumsticks in his bowl, so he put the drumsticks down and left traces of afterimages in the air with his chopsticks.
All the dishes that Qin Feng was interested in were completely wiped out, and not a single one of them fell into his own bowl!
Looking at Dad's side, the vegetables were piled as high as a hill. The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and he was gnawing on the chicken legs proudly.
Can this be tolerated? !
Qin Feng took a deep breath, squinted his eyes, exerted force with two fingers on his right hand, and clenched the chopsticks tightly.
Qin Jianan put down his rice bowl and held his chopsticks tightly.
The two people's eyes met, and a war without gunpowder was about to begin.
But at this moment, Qin Feng put down his chopsticks and complained: "Second mother, look at dad, he took away so many dishes by himself, and my second brother and I didn't even have to eat."
Er Niang looked away and frowned: "Master, what are you doing?"
"Madam, I have a good appetite today, so I want to eat more." Qin Jianan explained with a dry smile, and took the opportunity to glare at Qin Feng.
"Er Niang, don't forget, dad was full last night." Qin Feng added.
Er Niang raised her eyebrows and said, "Master, just eat these. You are not allowed to put any more food on the table."
"I..." Qin Jianan was defeated and could only watch Qin Feng proudly eating the food on the table.
...
After leaving the hall with satisfaction, Qin Feng went to find Ya'an again and asked about the black stone.
Ya'an pondered for a moment and replied: "This kind of strange ore is indeed rare. It is extremely hard. A black stone as big as the palm of your hand can weigh a hundred kilograms.
If you want, I can use flying pigeons to deliver the message, and ask them to bring it with the medicinal materials later. "
"Then there's Brother Lao Ya'an." Qin Feng cupped his fists and said gratefully.
"No need to be polite. Jubaozhai is a place for business. I will deduct the price of the black stone from the price of the Immortal Druid auction."
Qin Feng opened his mouth.
He thought it was a mutual help between two friends, but he didn't expect that it turned out to be a dirty money transaction.
"Farewell." Qin Feng waved his sleeves and left.
Wang Xu on the side said puzzledly: "Sir, Doctor Qin saved your life back then. Can't you just treat this little black stone as a return favor? Why do you still need to collect money?"
Ya'an said calmly: "How can my life be so cheap?"
Wang Xu suddenly felt something was wrong: "My subordinate said the wrong thing."
"It doesn't matter." Ya'an waved his hand.
In fact, she has been struggling with what she should use to repay such a huge favor for saving a life.
Even now, she has not specifically mentioned this matter to Qin Feng.
...
Qin Feng came to the courtyard of the Qin Mansion. Generally speaking, this courtyard is the exclusive training place for the second brother.
However, the second brother, as a martial artist, has an amazing appetite, so every time he eats, he will waste a lot of time.
Therefore, the courtyard is now empty.
Qin Feng found an open space in the courtyard, then picked up a branch on the ground and began to draw the formation diagram Bai Lei needed.
In his hands, he could complete the obscure and complex formation diagram in less than ten breaths of time, which was exactly the same as what he saw in the book.
Qin Feng was very satisfied when he saw this. He was indeed very talented in painting.
But why is calligraphy still...well, unconventional?
"This formation was completed much faster than I originally expected. If I practice more, I may be able to compress the time to about five breaths."
For such a complex formation, five breaths is the limit.
But even so, when it comes to actual combat, the cast forward swing is still too long.
"Unless someone helps me contain the enemy, or I draw the formation diagram in advance and then lure the enemy closer.
Otherwise, I will draw the formation diagram in front of the enemy, unless I think I am not dying fast enough...
Forget it, don’t think about that for now, let me see how powerful this white thunder is. "
Qin Feng was about to gather his literary energy into the formation when a voice suddenly sounded from beside him: "It turns out to be my uncle, I thought it was the second young master."
Turning his head and looking around, he saw a dark figure holding a halberd, it was Heitan Tou.
Scared me...
Xing Sheng asked curiously: "Uncle, what are you doing here?"
Qin Feng took a breath and said, "You came just in time. I just learned a formation and want to try its power. Please do me a favor."
"I see." Xing Sheng opened a distance of ten feet and spoke again: "Uncle, I am ready, you can take action at any time."
Qin Feng nodded and began to activate the literary energy in his body, but after thinking about it, he still worried: "I have never used this formation before, so I don't know how powerful it is. You must be extremely careful later."
Hei Tantou didn't take it seriously: "My uncle, just feel free to take action. If it's the second master's sword energy, I might have to be careful, but my uncle, your..."
Halfway through his words, he stopped abruptly.
Xing Sheng coughed dryly and changed his words: "Wen Shengdao, attacks have always been a weak point, I know it well."
Qin Feng's veins twitched on his forehead. This was his naked contempt for the Wen Sheng Taoist!
Tonight, he will rectify the name of Wen Shengdao!
Qin Feng took a deep breath and began to mobilize the literary energy in his body to merge into the White Thunder Formation.
His original plan was to incorporate some of his Wenqi first and try his hand at it, so as not to accidentally hurt the other party.
However, the moment the Wen Qi merged into the formation, it was like falling into a bottomless pit, constantly pulling the Wen Qi in his body into it, and it could not be broken away.
Above the formation diagram, a dazzling white light suddenly emitted, illuminating the courtyard and whitening the face of the black charcoal head.
Turbulent energy emerged from the formation diagram, and Qin Feng exclaimed in surprise: "Heitan head, flash!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a white lightning flashed out from the formation diagram.
Xing Sheng's eyes widened. He felt the power of the white thunder, and he didn't dare to raise it too much. He immediately stepped back on his toes.
Qin Feng gritted his teeth to control Bai Lei, and with a drink, Bai Lei changed direction and flew into the air.
A dazzling white light suddenly lit up over the Qin Mansion, and it disappeared briefly.
At the lake pavilion, Lan Ningshuang was shocked. Her first thought was to protect her uncle.
But Liu Jianli called out: "It's okay, don't worry."
Having said that, she looked in the direction of the yard, with a trace of surprise in her eyes.
The literary energy in Qin Feng's body was drained, and he collapsed on the ground as if exhausted.
Looking at the ground, the formation diagram was intact, but where it extended forward, a crack as thick as a little finger expanded outward by nearly five feet.
Xing Sheng was still frightened: "Uncle, what kind of move are you doing?"
Qin Feng swallowed his saliva and replied slowly: "Formation, Bai Lei."
