Chapter 1055 Acting

The morning light breaks, pokes its head out from the mountains, and dispels all the darkness above the woods, roads, and land.

After Feng Xiang greeted the strong neutral faction to the balcony, suddenly, he felt something in his heart, and turned his head to look east.

Feng Xinxiao's steps were steady, like a green pine rooted on a cliff, every step made a sound. Countless circular arcs of light suddenly froze in his eyes, and he looked over at this moment. Two sharp gazes met in the air, setting off bursts of roars, like silver and white lightning falling from the sky, colliding with each other, making a hissing sound.

But what is strange is that there are only bursts of roaring noises, but no surging spiritual power dispersing.

The emperor's cultivation base has already mastered every inch of skin and every cell of his body in a subtle way, so that a feather cannot be added, a fly cannot fall, and he can freely retract and release the aura in the Danhu Lake. Do not leave any traces, move as you like, whether to accept or let go, it is all in one's own thought.

When King Kong saw this scene, his eyes shrank slightly. He knew in his heart that although he could do this, it would definitely not be so easy.

As for Ouyang Ming, his face was unpredictable and unpredictable. Breathing out, gently spit out the turbid air in the chest.

Xiaohong's figure moved slightly, jumping from the top of Dahuang's head to his shoulders, her slender legs tiptoed lightly, and clung to Ouyang Ming's ear, she moved her gaze to the Phoenix totem, and said mysteriously: "Xiaohong Mingzi, let me tell you a secret, I heard from my grandfather that if the totem of the Phoenix Clan emits purple light, the aura of the entire ancestral planet will boil, and the Phoenix Clan who triggers this phenomenon will receive unimaginable benefits, a great inheritance."

He blinked his big eyes, which were full of envy. However, no matter how great the benefits Ou Yangming got, he would not feel the slightest bit of jealousy.

"Really?" Ouyang Ming looked curious.

Xiaohong's eyes flickered twice, and her tone became weaker: "It should be true, grandpa has never lied to me." When he said the word grandpa, little stars twinkled in his eyes, full of pride.

His grandfather is Feng Mu.

Ouyang Ming's heart warmed, he could naturally hear Xiao Hong's dependence on his grandfather in his words, this dependence was very similar to his dependence on the old craftsman when he was still in the military camp, emotion flashed in his eyes, and his eyes casually Glance over the ledge.

On the high platform, Feng Yun sat beside Feng Xiang.

He is the main representative of the neutral faction this time, with unparalleled strength, earth-shattering cultivation, and noble virtues, he deserves his name to sit beside Feng Xiang, and he is one of the characters that Feng Xiang and Feng Xinxiao must please .

Feng Yun lightly knocked his chin, looked at the totem in the center of the terrace, his eyes showed deep thought, and said with a light smile: "Brother Fengxiang, you have seen a lot, and it is rumored that there is an amazing inheritance in this totem, I don't know if it is true or not. ?”

Feng Xiang was slightly taken aback, but he regained his composure in an instant, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Feng Yun, you deliberately asked questions to embarrass me. This question has troubled the Feng family for more than ten thousand years. I don't know!" As he spoke, he blinked his eyes lightly, and as soon as he finished speaking, his gaze casually passed over Ouyang Ming, with a sense of deep meaning that seemed vague.

Feng Xinxiao tapped the chair lightly with her fingers, and said coldly: "It's almost time, let's start the competition!"

Before Feng Xiang nodded, he made up his own mind, lightly closed his palms, and a crackling sound came from his palms. Immediately, an old man with white hair and childlike face walked into the field. He had a kind face, bowed slightly, and said with a hearty smile: Feng Xiao, I have met fellow Taoists, and I will preside over this competition. As we all know, cultivation is like sailing against the current. If you don’t keep the word “diligence” in your heart, even the most favored child will find it difficult to find the way. In the spirit of diligence , learn the concept of Hai Wuya, and this competition is only possible within the Feng Clan." Although the words were beautiful, they seemed to point, and sure enough, before the voice fell, countless pairs of eyes moved like probes. To Feng Ling. Vicious Vengeful Daughter: Concubine's Strategy

Feng Ling's talent is outstanding, and she is well-known in her ancestral land.

What he said was obviously an insinuation, and he said it to Feng Ling.

The ruthless look in Feng Ling's eyes disappeared in a flash, and she kept sneering in her heart. From the very beginning, she was ready to show her power. I want to see, how long can you be proud?

Feng Xiao smiled triumphantly, looked around, saw that no one had any objection, cupped his hands and said: "Okay, I think everyone is waiting impatiently. In this case, let's start the competition, the first competition is the refining device, this is the Feng Clan Standing on the foundation!" His words were concise and spread out, and with a wave of his big hand, an old man with cloudy eyes slowly walked out of the mist.

The old man's face is full of wrinkles, thousands of gullies and clogged air, with a sense of vicissitudes and decay.

Especially his hands, covered with thick calluses, made the terrace thump loudly. Every time he took a step, the breath on his body became fainter, and when he came under the totem of the Phoenix Clan, he had completely integrated into the world and resonated with the world. It seems that if he doesn't do this, the world will become incomplete, incomplete, and there will be a sense of tranquility all around.

"Master!" Seeing this scene, Ouyang Ming thought to himself that the word "Fuzhixin" appeared in his mind, and thought to himself, this kind of background is really profound.

The old man clasped his fists slightly, and said loudly, "I'm Xiafeng Duxin, Master Ou, please!" Obviously, he had obtained Ouyang Ming's information in advance, otherwise it would be impossible to call him Master Ouyang Ming.

Ouyang Ming glanced at the old man, with fighting spirit in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Please."

Feng Duxi's eyes flashed brightly, full of energy, and said: "Master Ou, be careful. Although my cultivation level is only the peak of the Venerable, I have never lost in forging!"

Ouyang Ming nodded slightly, without rebuttal. This time, Feng Duxin seemed to hit a ball of cotton with a mighty force. This sense of powerlessness made him extremely uncomfortable. He had tried refining weapons with Wanzu before, but he had never met an opponent like Ouyang Ming.

Forcibly suppressing this thought, a majestic fighting spirit condensed out, rising step by step, and the two began to confront each other from then on.

Feng Xiang's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, he cast a gloomy look at Feng Xinxiao, and said in a cold voice: "You even invited Mr. Xin out, are you really unscrupulous?"

Feng Xinxiao didn't answer, but seeing Feng Xiang's deflated expression, she felt indescribably happy.

On the terrace, Feng Xiao exhaled forcefully, took a deep look at the two of them, and thought in his heart, this human venerable, in terms of momentum alone, is not inferior, it seems that he really has a few brushes, it's a pity.

I want to return to thinking, but I still have to do what needs to be done. Only with a wave of his old long sleeves and a lift of his hand, a stream of light radiated out, and a small cauldron the size of a palm landed on the battle platform. A mysterious artistic conception broke out, and countless bamboo slips were inserted upside down in the small tripod.

His hair was a little messy, flying around, and said softly: "The equipment refined this time is random. In order to ensure fairness, I will temporarily cover up the secrets with the Qimen Dunjia technique." Press, and immediately after, a bamboo Jianjian flew out of the small cauldron, spinning in the spiritual energy like a top. Rise of the supernatural queen reborn

Feng Xiao focused her eyes, opened her right hand, and a tyrannical suction burst out.

The bamboo stick came straight to his palm, and on the bamboo stick, there were two words weapon written side by side in beautiful small script.

He flipped his wrist, and for the sake of fairness, he showed the side with the characters facing the high platform, and said in a deep voice, "This round is for refining weapons, please, two masters."

Under the reverberation of this voice, the terrace fell into a strange silence, only the breeze was blowing, and everyone's eyes were focused on Ouyang Ming and Feng Duxin.

Ouyang Ming spit out a mouthful of white mist, and with a thought, a ball of white flame appeared in the palm of his hand, as white as snow. The aura surged in Danhu Lake, bursting out from the palm, and this group of white flames suddenly burned blazingly. A scorching air wave reverberated, and the air above the flames twisted strangely, even the extremely penetrating sunlight couldn't fall down.

Feeling the scorching heat wave, Feng Duxin sighed secretly, the temperature is so high, the speed of forging equipment with this kind of flame must be very fast, right?

He no longer hesitated, a shadow of flame was reflected in his eyes, and the red flame in his hand lit up. Although this flame was not as stunning as Tianfeng's fire, the temperature was extremely high.

Suddenly, a voice said righteously: "Why is the flame in Master Ou's hand...why have I never heard of it? Could it be that he is not from the Phoenix family, but a foreign aid?" The voice could not be suppressed, and it exploded.

"Well, the white flame is really weird." Another pusher who had already prepared immediately echoed.

"Hmph, this is the Feng Clan Grand Competition, how can foreign aid be allowed to disrupt the situation? If this news gets out, how will the Wan Clan look at me, the Feng Clan?" The voice sounded from another direction on the balcony, and the content of the words had been confirmed. This is a race. From the initial suspicion to the current certainty, there are only three sentences in total.

At this moment, it was as if a powder keg was completely ignited, and various voices of doubt rang out.

Feng Xinxiao sneered in her heart, if it weren't for the unique color of your flame, I would really have to work hard. Then his complexion turned cold, he looked like Feng Xiang, and his voice sounded like it came from the Nine Nethers: "Feng Xiang, you actually invited foreign aid, where does this put the ancestral training of the Feng clan?" Throw Fengxiang out.

Feng Xiang's eyes shrank imperceptibly, and his voice was restrained: "Hmph, who said that Master Ou is a foreign aid? What evidence is there?"

Feng Xinxiao's eyes kept scanning Feng Xiang's face, and she immediately caught the expression of the pupils shrinking in her eyes, and she was sure that Feng Xiang felt guilty.

Moreover, listening to what he said later, there was also a bit of pretentiousness, and I no longer had any worries in my heart.

He didn't know, that look was faked by Feng Xiang, in order to be realistic, it happened to be at the point where Feng Xinxiao could faintly notice it. It can be said that what Feng Xinxiao sees now is what Feng Xiang wants him to see. He is falling into Fengxiang's game step by step, as long as he mentions testing his blood, the outcome of this competition will be decided.

Ouyang Ming controlled the fire of the phoenix, but part of his mind was watching the high platform, thinking in his heart, he is indeed an old monster, and it is really unimaginable to figure out and control his mind.

Both of them are acting, it depends on who can act more realistically.