"Is Feng Yu really that strong?"
Early in the morning at the Hidden Dragon Courtyard, there was still a white mist, and the air was a bit cold.
Feng Feiyun was wearing a white silk robe, and he had a white hair band on his head. His hair was tied up in a high bun, making him look like a refined scholar.
This was the first time Feng Jianxue had seen someone with a handsome appearance. He didn't expect this bastard to have a bit of temperament; he could definitely be considered a handsome young master.
Feng Jianxue calmed his mind, turned around, and didn't look at him again. With a cold expression, he said: "Feng Yu is a genius from the third branch of the Feng Clan. He is only sixteen years old right now. Even though he is young, his cultivation is frighteningly high. There was a master from the uncle generation who fought against him, but he defeated him with one fist. This person's strength is like that of a wild beast."
"A genius, no matter how strong their talents are, if their fate is not enough, they still cannot become a master. However, this Feng Yu is a person with a great destiny.
When he was a child, he found a secret place in Jing Huan Mountain and obtained a drop of Spirit Spring Water. After drinking the Spirit Spring Water, he tempered his body, and his body became extremely tough. Even swords and sabers wouldn't be able to pierce through his skin. "
Feng Feiyun originally had a bit of disdain towards the geniuses of the Feng Clan's fifth generation, but after hearing Feng Jianxue's words, he became more cautious. Spirit Spring Water was a godly material on the same level as spirit medicines. Taking a drop of Spirit Spring Water could absolutely change a person's physique to an extraordinary degree.
This Feng Yu was not an ordinary person.
Last night, Feng Hao was sent away by a servant. For a cultivator with a broken dantian, he was no longer qualified to be called a Hidden Dragon, and naturally, he was not qualified to stay at the Hidden Dragon Courtyard.
This was the sorrow of a cultivator. Once the foundation was destroyed, it was the same as destroying one's entire life.
Feng Ming's face was full of anger. He tightly clenched his fists, and he said: "Little Sister Jianxue, your cultivation is the strongest in our group. You must make Feng Yu pay back his debt with interest."
There were only two months left until the Hidden Dragon War. The geniuses of the fifth generation of the Feng Clan had almost all arrived from all directions. At this moment, the martial field was already surrounded by people.
Eighteen red copper pillars, each as thick as a water bucket, were inserted in eighteen different positions of the martial arena. Raging flames burned on them, and the copper pillars were engraved with arrays that gathered the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi as the source to support the flames in the copper pillars.
Each of these eighteen bronze pillars was over a hundred zhang tall and weighed over a hundred thousand jin. They were engraved with ferocious ancient beasts, and were emitting faint red lights, forming a layer of light shield.
In the arena, a fist shadow the size of a millstone blasted out and hit the light shield. However, it only caused a few ripples and did not shatter the light shield.
Boom!
A tall and sturdy young man wearing a pair of black iron shoes descended from the sky. As soon as he stepped on the ground, the entire Martial Arts Practice Field trembled.
A wave of Qi overflowed from his feet and spread out in all directions.
"Pu!"
Just the power of this wave was enough to shake the Feng Clan disciple standing in front of him to the point of vomiting blood. His body was like a kite with a broken string as he flew backwards.
"Another one move. Could it be that today, there is no one who can take two moves from me?"
Feng Yu's voice was rough, and he put away the iron shoes on his feet. His eyes swept over the Feng Clan disciples outside of the Martial Arts Practice Field with an obvious expression of disdain.
"Feng Yu is indeed worthy of being a genius from the third branch. I didn't think that even Feng Xu from the fifth branch would be defeated by him in one move."
"How is that one move? It can only be counted as half a move!"
"Feng Yu is only sixteen years old this year, and he has already reached the early Immortal Foundation. He has cultivated the Qilin Strength. Even within the older generation, those that can compete against him can be counted with one's fingers."
"I heard that the Clan Master has secretly instructed that today's Hidden Dragon War will be a battle of the elites. Only those that can take three moves from Feng Yu on the stage will be qualified to be called a Hidden Dragon."
"Feng Yu's cultivation is too abnormal. Not to mention taking three moves from him, there are very few people in the fifth generation of the Feng Clan that can take one move from him."
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While everyone was discussing, their mouths were emitting clicking sounds. It was clear that Feng Yu's tyrannical strength had frightened them.
Of course, there were also some bold people who coldly sneered: "Feng Yu is indeed very strong, but he is not the strongest person in the fifth generation of the Feng Clan."
The one who spoke was a young man with an iron sword in his hand. His appearance was thin, and his skin was yellow. The sword in his hand was the same as him; the body of the sword was covered with rust, and there were many chipped edges.
How was this a sword? It was simply a broken piece of iron.
At this moment, Feng Feiyun had already squeezed into the crowd, and he was right next to this young man. He carefully looked at this young man, and he couldn't help but smile: "The Feng Clan is one of the top clans in the Grand Southern Prefecture, and it is called the Feng Clan's Golden Generation's fifth generation. Naturally, there are many heavenly prodigies, and Feng Yu is indeed not the strongest.
However, I really want to know, who is the strongest person in the Feng Clan's fifth generation? "
Feng Feiyun didn't even try to suppress his voice!
The originally noisy martial field, at this moment, became completely silent because of his words. Everyone's gaze was fixated on his body, and they all had a gloating expression on their faces.
Feng Yu, who was standing in the middle of the martial field, naturally stared at Feng Feiyun's body, and he coldly snorted: "I also want to know, who is the strongest person in the Feng Clan's fifth generation.
That's why I set up the stage in advance, but after half a month, no one was able to take three of my moves. "
Feng Feiyun didn't think that this guy would be able to answer so quickly, so he moved his gaze away from the impoverished young man to the martial field, and he arrogantly shouted: "By saying this, you want to say that you are the strongest person in the Feng Clan's fifth generation?"
"Haha!
I didn't say that, but up until now, no one has defeated me! "Feng Yu crossed his arms, and he revealed his white teeth with a cold smile.
Feng Feiyun's gaze slightly slanted. He clearly saw that the impoverished young man's hand slightly moved, and there was a trace of murderous intent circulating in his eyes.
This strand of murderous intent was very subtle. There were many experts here, but only Feng Feiyun was able to sense it.
Feng Feiyun loudly cursed: "Holy sh * t!
This young master hates people like you the most, thinking that you're infallible, acting like you're number one in the world. You're simply looking for a beating.
See if I don't throw two shoes at you! "
Finished speaking, Feng Feiyun really took off the shoes on his feet, and he threw them towards the martial field.
Even though Feng Feiyun appeared to be very mischievous, it was very satisfying, and he spoke out the thoughts of countless people here.
Feng Yu was indeed too overbearing, and his actions were too ruthless. Many juniors from the clans had their dantian shattered by him, and they became crippled.
Feng Feiyun's shoes naturally didn't hit Feng Yu's body, but it was more effective than hitting him. Suddenly, the juniors of the Feng Clan outside of the martial field all burst out in laughter. No one knew if they were laughing at Feng Feiyun or at Feng Yu.
Feng Yu's expression couldn't hold it any longer. He clenched his fists, and he coldly said: "Little brat, if you dare to fight me on the stage, I will break all the bones in your body with one punch."
"Why wouldn't I dare? This young master will come and meet you." Feng Feiyun was in high spirits. His spirit was shaken, and he strode towards the martial field like a meteor.
At this moment, everyone was holding their breaths, and they were extremely nervous. In the end, this little brat with no background dared to provoke Feng Yu, so he must have extraordinary skills.
A world-shaking battle was about to unfold!
"Aiyo!"
However, when Feng Feiyun was halfway to the stage, he was tripped by a piece of tile, and he fell to the ground. After a long time, he couldn't get up from the ground.
Feng Jianxue, who was standing not far behind him, was extremely speechless. Her fingers rubbed her forehead, and she almost fainted from anger.
"This idiot doesn't know how to cultivate, and he still dares to learn from others to fight on the stage. This is simply shameful!"
Feng Jianxue's body drifted like a white shadow in the crowd. In the blink of an eye, he stood in front of Feng Feiyun, and he lifted him up.
With the help of Feng Jianxue, Feng Feiyun finally stood up. With a serious expression, he tidied up his clothes, and his eyes became firm once again. He said: "Jianxue, you should know that I am a true man with perseverance and willpower. Earlier, it was only a mistake; this battle is unavoidable."
As he spoke, he strode towards the Martial Arts Practice Field.
Feng Jianxue was so angry that he almost vomited blood!
"Idiot, go back!"
A battle sword came out of nowhere and fell into her hand. She used this sword to push back Feng Feiyun, and she used this momentum to leap over the bronze pillar, and she stood in the middle of the martial field.
"Whoosh!"
She stood with her sword horizontally, and her posture was arrogant. Even though she was only ten steps away from Feng Yu, she used her sword intent to lock down Feng Yu's aura.
Her pair of beautiful eyes became even sharper. Her eyes emitted a light, and there were sword shadows moving back and forth in her pupils.
"Who are you?" Feng Yu felt the pressure, and he became more cautious.
Feng Jianxue didn't have time to speak, but outside of the martial field, Feng Feiyun's loud voice came: "My wife!"
Feng Feiyun was pushed back by Feng Jianxue's sword, and he directly fell to the ground. At this moment, he crawled up from the ground, and there was still dirt on his forehead.
"Haha, my wife!"
Feng Feiyun foolishly smiled at the surrounding disciples of the Feng Clan; he seemed to be very familiar with them.
Feng Jianxue, once again, revealed a speechless expression. Even the sword intent on her body almost collapsed from anger. If she wasn't standing on the martial field, she would have taken out her sword and cut off Feng Feiyun's tongue!
This shameful thing, when would it stop?