Chapter 1845 Slap in the Face Sixth Style 5

"The difference of ten times the foundation!" Zuo Qingxian felt terrified when he thought about it, "That girl was only eight years old at the time! She laid ten times the foundation and suppressed the realm, so she seems to be on a par with Qingluan in strength. How did Luan compare?!"

The second prince's eyes flashed: "Is this true?"

Zuo Qingxian smiled bitterly: "What the ancestors said in person can be false? What's more, our Zuo family is more reluctant to believe that this is a fact, but it is a fact! Feng Wu, she was born to know, The chosen one!"

The second prince took a deep breath.

Zuo Qingxian: "What can our Zuo family do? Can we let Feng Wu grow up? Once she grows up, what is Qingluan? Kai, she is a joke! Not only is she a joke, our Zuo family will become a laughing stock!"

Second Prince: "..."

Feng Wu clenched the god fossil in her hand, and recorded their conversation, especially Zuo Qingxian's words, every word.

Fortunately, there are god fossils!

There will be a good show to watch in the future!

Zuo Qingxian never thought that his words from the bottom of his heart would be recorded by video.

What he didn't expect was that this Duobao Pavilion was actually a "hui" shape, not a "mouth" shape, it had a mezzanine!

Zuo Qingxian wiped his forehead.

"Since this is said, there is nothing to hide. Back then, when the ancestor of Luoyun Palace went down the mountain, after she saw Feng Wu, she felt that her true blood of the Phoenix was the most suitable for practicing "Phoenix in Feijian Pu", so she wanted to accept it. Feng Wu is a closed disciple."

"That's the Biyun Sect, the first sect of the Junwu Empire! If Feng Wu gets another chance like this, what will our Zuo family do? What will Qingluan do?"

"You must know that the reason why the ancestor went down the mountain was that our ancestor asked him to go down the mountain. The first person she saw was Qingluan. At first, she was satisfied with Qingluan and said she wanted to accept Qingluan!"

"But after she saw Feng Wu, she immediately changed her mind, and the relationship between the ancestors was ignored!"

"She personally said that if there was not a better existence like Feng Wu, she would definitely choose Qingluan."

"But there are already better ones, why did she choose the second best?"

Zuo Qingxian clenched his fists, and the blue blood vessels on his forehead burst out.

"Second Highness, do you know what is the most annoying thing?" Zuo Qingxian gritted his teeth.

The second prince was very interested and asked curiously, "What?"

"The most irritating thing is that the ancestor of Biyunzong went to Feng Wu personally. She wanted to ask Feng Wu, but she was willing to go back to the Cloud Palace with her and be her closed disciple."

"Do you know what it means to close disciples?"

"Close-door disciples are generally master's favorite disciples, and this also means that the senior brothers and sisters above her are all her invisible backers and backings!"

"But Feng Wu... This little girl is only eight years old, she just shook her head and refused!"

"She doesn't care about abandoning the opportunity that others can't ask for!"

"How can there be such a tyrannical thing in the world?!"

"Is such a phoenix dance hateful or not?!" Zuo Qingxian clenched his fists angrily.

"It's hateful, it's really hateful." Fairy in white looked at Feng Wu and said with a smile: "From Zuo Qingluan's point of view, you girl is really hateful."

Feng Wu snorted coldly.

Fairy in white: "But I really didn't expect that you girl is so talented? Does that old witch from the Biyun Sect see your talent?" ()

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