Chapter 97: Feng Zhengxiong's birthday

Tianyunzong.
As the strongest sect of the empire, Tianyun Sect, the strong like a cloud, has tens of thousands of disciples in the sect, and never lacks genius.
Huangfuqing and Mo Ling'er have good talents, but they are only middle and upper ranks in the Sky Cloud Sect.
Huangfuqing's elder brother is regarded as the true genius disciple of Tianyun Sect.
With the relationship between Huangfuqing's brother, Huangfuqing and Mo Ling'er are also very popular in the Sky Cloud Sect. Many seniors and sisters are polite to them.
After staying in Tianyunzong for a year, Huangfuqing had already broken through the first level of the Yuandan realm. Even Mo Linger is now the eighth level of the Huayuan realm.
If it weren't for the profound background of the Sky Cloud Sect, their cultivation base would not have been able to improve so fast.
"Ling'er, just received the news that Feng Wuchen returned to Wushuang City yesterday, and Yang Chongtian and a dozen guards were killed."
At the back mountain of Tianyun Sect, Mo Ling'er was cultivating, Huang Fuqing came to inform.
Mo Ling'er slowly opened his eyes and said indifferently: "I already know, he is just coming back to die. Although the academy is responsible for every student, once our Tianyun Sect takes action, the academy dare not intervene again. The second wind family will die!"
"Yes, if it weren't for the relationship between the academy and the empire, how could the Sky Cloud Sect give the academy face?" Huangfuqing couldn't help but nodded.
After a pause, Huangfuqing said again: "I just don't know what Feng Wuchen's cultivation base is now, but that Ling Xiaoxiao's girl is already at the first level of the Yuan Dan realm."
"We have the help of Tianyunzong to have our current cultivation base. He Feng Wuchen will never surpass us." Mo Linger is very self-confident. In her eyes, Feng Wuchen seems to always be so unbearable.
Mo Ling'er would not believe that Feng Wuchen was more powerful than Tianyun Sect.
If they knew that Yang Chongtian was killed by the wind and dust, they don't know how they would look.
"Ling Xiaoxiao!" Mo Linger's eyes flashed fiercely, and when she talked about Ling Xiaoxiao, there was an unknown fire in her heart.
Ling Xiaoxiao was above Mo Ling'er in terms of beauty and cultivation, making Mo Ling'er very jealous.
What makes Mo Ling'er even more upset is that Ling Xiaoxiao is still following Feng Wuchen!
For her, this is a naked face slap!
Because in the eyes of those who didn't know, it was not that she dumped Feng Wuchen, but Feng Wuchen dumped her and found something more beautiful.
Huangfuqing smiled proudly: "I'm not worried about him surpassing us. I'm just curious about the talent of a second-grade martial arts soul. How much he can improve this year, but he could defeat Yang Tian and kill Mo Yu a year ago. , The strength is indeed not weak."
"Brother Huangfu, let's go down the mountain in a few days." Mo Linger looked at Huangfu Qing.
Huangfuqing nodded and said, "Ling'er don't worry, the Feng Family will die!"
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After Feng Wuchen returned from the Lin family, he began to practice. As long as the Yang Family and Mo Family did not take action, Feng Wuchen would temporarily ignore it.
Feng Zhengxiong's birthday is just around the corner, and the Feng Family has already begun to send out invitations.
Of course, for Feng Zhengxiong to celebrate his birthday, he could not invite the forces around Wushuang City, and Tianyan Academy did not invite him.
The Feng Family is not a big family, can't the entire Tianzhou forces be invited?
Of course, many forces know the grievances between the Feng Family and the Mo Family, and they are afraid to come to celebrate their birthdays. In short, the invitation is posted. It is their business whether they will come or not. Feng Wuchen is not at ease.
Even if the Huangfu family is feared and no power comes, Feng Zhengxiong's birthday will not be cancelled.
Day by day, on the day of Feng Zhengxiong's birthday, Feng Zhengxiong was very lively, and Feng Zhengxiong smiled happily.
The owner of Wanbao Pavilion Yu Wanxiong and Lin Tianxing, the owner of the Lin family, were the first to come to celebrate their birthday.
However, it still seems relatively deserted.
After that, there were several forces around Wushuang City, which had a good relationship with the Feng Family. Seeing that the time was approaching, the other forces still disappeared.
For this reason, Feng Zhengxiong and the others have already guessed it.
Feng Wuchen and the others can understand, after all, they are all small forces, and they dare not make enemies with Huangfu's family.
"Brother Feng, Brother Lin, the three of us are friends of life and death. We can make friends with two in this life, and Yu is worthy of death. I will respect the two and do it first." Yu Wanxiong raised his glass and laughed.
"Brother Feng is upright and upright, he is very righteous, and once saved my Zhao family from water and fire, and Zhao also respected Brother Feng a glass!" Patriarch Zhao raised his glass and said, arrogantly dry.
Those who came to celebrate their birthdays toasted to Feng Zhengxiong.
"The Feng Family is in distress now, everyone is able to come, Feng is very grateful! Do it!" Feng Zhengxiong laughed proudly, with the attitude of being drunk today, regardless of what is going on.
"Father! The child also toasts you a glass, I wish you more and more diligent cultivation base! Long life!" Feng Wuchen then raised his glass to toast.
The Feng family also toasted, even if no one came to celebrate the birthday, it was still lively.
"Patriarch! The Mo family and the Yang family are here! Many people have come!" At this time, a guard rushed in to report.
The faces of Feng Zhengxiong, Yu Wanxiong and others sank slightly. The Mo family and Yang family were obviously unkind.
"Let them in." Feng Wuchen said lightly, and then said to Feng Zhengxiong: "Father, don't worry, today you have a birthday, and those who come are guests."
Feng Zhengxiong nodded, but he was still worried. After all, Feng Wuchen killed Yang Chongtian, Liu Qingyang and Miao Qingqing killed more than a dozen guards of the Yang family. How could the Yang family give up?
"Patriarch Feng is celebrating his birthday, we come uninvited, Patriarch Feng will not turn away?" Mo Kun smiled slightly, with a very kind appearance.
Accompanied by Mo's elders and senior officials, Mo Linger was among them.
"All those who come are guests." Feng Wuchen said indifferently, without the slightest change in his expression.
"Feng Wuchen, long time no see." Mo Linger said coldly, very arrogant.
When Mo Linger saw Ling Xiaoxiao, her beautiful eyes instantly ignited with anger.
Ling Xiaoxiao was more beautiful than a year ago, with a higher level of cultivation, which made Mo Ling'er extremely jealous and wished to kill Ling Xiaoxiao immediately.
The more Feng Wuchen flies, the more Mo Linger hates him!
Feng Wuchen glanced at Mo Ling'er plainly. After a year, Feng Wuchen had completely let go of it. When he faced Mo Ling'er, he had no feeling at all, just like a stranger.
"The Heavenly Cloud Sect is really strong. You haven't seen it in a year. You have broken through the eighth layer of the Huayuan realm." Feng Wuchen said lightly, and did not look at Mo Ling'er.
"Is she the damned Mo Ling'er?" Liu Qingyang asked in a low voice, taking a look at Ling Xiaoxiao.
"Yeah." Ling Xiaoxiao tapped his chin.
Miao Qingqing whispered: "We are better than Xiaoxiao, much more beautiful than her."
"Chen'er is right, all the visitors are guests, you are welcome." Feng Zhengxiong said generously.
"Feng Zhengxiong, you didn't even invite us for your birthday. Didn't you put us in your eyes?" Yang Qingyunsen asked coldly, with a trace of murderous intent and anger in his eyes.
Yang Shan said solemnly: "Patriarch Feng is celebrating his birthday, it seems that no one comes to celebrate his birthday."
"Yang Qingyun, the elders won't welcome you if you come to play wildly!" Lin Tianxingsen yelled coldly, and fools could see that they were sincere to smash the scene.
"Saye? Humph!" Yang Qingyun glanced at Lin Tianxing disdainfully, and said sternly: "The Feng Family killed Yang Chongtian and killed more than a dozen guards from the Yang Family. You said I came to Saye?"
"Feng Wuchen, you kill my son, the old man must kill you today!" Mo Yuankong shouted angrily, murderous.
Feng Zhengxiong said solemnly: "Then it depends on your ability!"
"Feng Zhengxiong, there is no school shelter, today your Feng family will die! But before that, birthday gifts must be given. Our birthday gifts are not simple, but they are made with a lot of money." Yang Qingyun sneered.
When the words were over, the Yang family's guards carried a large coffin up and placed it in the middle of the compound!
Seeing the coffin, Feng Zhengxiong's faces suddenly became gloomy, and the entire compound instantly became quiet.
"Feng Zhengxiong, are you satisfied with this birthday gift?" Yang Qingyun asked with a sneer.
"The coffin is not bad, thank you for your kindness." Feng Wuchen smiled lightly, glanced at the coffin, and Feng Wuchen said again: "But the coffin is too small to fit all of you in. The Yang family will no longer look for anyone. Make more coffins?"
"Huh! Don't be ashamed!" Yang Tian shouted angrily, his face extremely cold, and the bitter murderous aura spread out.
"boom!"
Yang Tian kicked the lid of the coffin with a muffled sound, and the heavy lid of the coffin flew straight out, rushing to the wind and dust.
Feng Wuchen had no fear on his face, stretched out his right hand, grasped hard, and easily took down the coffin lid, and forcibly removed Yang Tian's power.
Yang Tian is the eighth level of the Huayuan Realm, and with his strength, he can't shake the wind and dust for half a step!
This also shows that Feng Wuchen's strength is not under Yang Tian.
Mo Kun frowned slightly, staring fiercely at Feng Wuchen, and said in secret, "This stinky boy has become stronger."
"Such a good coffin can't be broken! How else would you put you in?" Feng Wuchen smiled faintly, and when Feng Wuchen looked at Yang Tian again, he suddenly became fierce.
"Too arrogant! Brother Yang Tian, ​​kill him!" Yang Bufan roared intolerably.
"Huh!" Yang Tian's face turned savage, full of anger waiting to erupt, his fierce cold snort, rushed up with all his strength, showing that he was quite confident in his own strength.
Yang Tian's speed was extremely fast, and he blasted Feng Wuchen's head with a punch, his fist flashed with purple light, which contained extremely fierce power and was extremely fierce.
"I can't help myself!" Liu Qingyang said with disdain.
"Feng Wuchen, let me see how much you have improved this year." Mo Linger secretly said in her heart, staring at Feng Wuchen with indifferent and arrogant eyes.
Mo Kun, Yang Qingyun and others wanted to know how strong the wind and dust that disappeared for a year has become.
"Yang Tian, ​​are your legs good?" Feng Wuchen asked with a sneer, the fierce expression in his eyes became more intense.
"boom!"
"Crack!"
The moment the words fell, Feng Wuchen punched out, with a muffled bang, and collided with Yang Tian's fist. At the moment of the collision, there was a sudden click, and the sound of bone cracking spread.
The compound is quiet again. Whose bone is cracked?