The dawn of dawn peeked out of the mountains and dispelled the darkness of the trees, the roads, and the earth.

After Feng Xiang greeted the neutral powerhouse onto the terrace, suddenly, he felt something in his heart, and tilted his head to look east.

Feng Xinxiao's steps are steady, like a green pine rooted on a mountain cliff, and every step is loud. There were countless circular arcs of light in his eyes that suddenly condensed, and he also looked over at this time. The two sharp gazes met in the air, setting off bursts of roar, like silver and white lightning falling from the sky, colliding together, making a sizzling sound.

But the strange thing was that there was only a roar, and there was no stirring spiritual power to disperse.

The emperor's cultivation is to grasp every inch of skin and every cell on the body has long been meticulous, and he can not add a feather, not a fly, and the aura in the Danhu Lake can be collected and released freely, without leaving the slightest trace, and move as he wishes.

When King Kong saw this scene, his eyes shrank slightly, and he knew in his heart that although he could do this, it would definitely not be so easy, leaving room for not the slightest anger.

As for Ou Yangming, his face was unfathomable and elusive. Breathe and exhale, and gently exhale the turbid air in your chest.

Xiao Hong's figure moved slightly, jumped from the top of Big Rhubarb's head to his shoulder, his slender calves stood on tiptoe, attached to Ou Yangming's ear, moved his gaze to the Feng Clan totem, and said with a mysterious face: "Xiao Mingzi, let me tell you a secret, I heard my grandfather say that if the Feng Clan totem emits purple light, the aura of the entire ancestral star will boil, and the Feng Clan that triggers such a vision will get unimaginable benefits, a great inheritance." ”

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

"Really?" Ou Yangming looked curious.

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

The grandfather in his mouth is Feng Mu.

Ou Yangming's heart warmed, he could naturally hear Xiaohong'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 barracks, the emotion flashed in his eyes, and his eyes glanced casually at the high platform.

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

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

Feng Yun knocked his chin slightly, looked at the totem in the center of the terrace, his eyes showed a deep expression, and chuckled: "Brother Feng Xiang, you are well-informed, 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 stunned, but he came to his senses in an instant, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Fengyun, you are deliberately making it difficult for me." This question has been plaguing the Feng clan for more than 10,000 years, even if you want to say it, you don't know!" As he spoke, he blinked his eyes slightly, and as soon as the words fell, his gaze swept over Ou Yangming casually, with a deep meaning that seemed to be nothing.

Feng Xinxiao's fingers lightly tapped on the chair surface, and said coldly: "It's almost time, let's start competing!"

Feng Xiang didn't nod his head, he made his own opinion, his palm was lightly closed, and the sound of snapping came out of his palm, and suddenly an old man with a childish face walked into the field, he looked kind, bowed slightly, and said with a hearty smile: "Contemptible Feng Xiao, I have seen all Taoist friends, this big competition is presided over by me." As we all know, cultivation is like sailing against the current, if you don't keep the word 'diligence' in mind, even if you are the pride of the sky, it is difficult to find the road. In line with the concept of diligence and boundless learning, there is this big competition within the Feng clan. Although these words were said beautifully, they were pointed, and sure enough, before the voice fell, countless pairs of eyes moved to Feng Ling's body like probes.

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

His words were obviously insinuations and were said to Feng Ling.

The ruthlessness in Feng Ling's eyes flashed away, and he sneered in his heart, he was ready to dismount at the beginning, I want to see, how long can you be proud?

Feng Xiao smiled proudly, looked around, and saw that no one had any objections, so he arched his hand and said, "Okay, everyone is in a hurry." In this case, let's start the competition, the first competition is the refining weapon, which is the foundation of the Feng Clan!" his words were capable and concise, spreading 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 was full of wrinkles, thousands of ravines, and blocked qi, with some vicissitudes and decay.

His hands, in particular, covered with thick calluses, made the terrace rattle. Every time he took a step, the breath on his body was ethereal, and when he came to the bottom of the Feng Clan's totem, he had completely integrated into this world and resonated with heaven and earth. It seemed that if he didn't, the world would be mutilated and incomplete, and there would be an air of tranquility all around.

"Master!" Seeing this scene, the word Fuzhi appeared in Ou Yangming's mind, and he secretly said in his heart, this kind of background is really profound.

The old man clenched his fists slightly, his voice was loud, and said, "In Xia Feng Duxin, Master Ou, please!" Obviously, he had obtained Ou Yangming's information in advance, otherwise it would be impossible to call Ou Yangming Master Ou.

Ou Yangming glanced at the old man, his eyes were full of fighting intent, and he said in a low voice, "Please." ”

Feng Duxi's eyes flashed, full of energy, and said: "Master Ou be careful, although his cultivation is only the peak of Venerable, but in forging, he has never lost!"

Ou Yangming nodded lightly and did not refute. This time, Feng Duxin was like using a thousand forces to hit a ball of cotton. This feeling of powerlessness made him extremely uncomfortable. He had tried refining weapons against all races, but he had never encountered an opponent like Ou Yangming.

Forcibly suppressed this thought, a majestic battle intent condensed out, and rose step by step, and the two began to fight each other from this time.

Feng Xiang's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, his eyes glanced at Feng Xinxiao gloomily, and said coldly: "Even Elder Xin was invited out, are you really unscrupulous?"

Feng Xinxiao didn't answer, but when she saw Feng Xiang's deflated expression, she couldn't tell how happy she was.

On the terrace, Feng Xiao exhaled hard, glanced at the two of them deeply, and secretly said in his heart, this Terran Venerable, in terms of momentum alone, it seems that there are really a few brushes, but it's a pity.

I want to think about it, but I still have to do what needs to be done. Only his old long sleeves waved, his hand was raised, and a streamer of light came out, and a palm-sized small tripod fell on the battle platform. The mysterious artistic conception exploded, and countless bamboo slips were inserted upside down in the small ding.

His hair was a little messy, flying around, and he said softly: "The equipment refined this time is random, in order to ensure fairness, I will temporarily cover the heavenly machine with the Qimen Dunjia technique." As he spoke, he pressed his middle finger lightly on the void, and then, a bamboo stick flew out of the small ding, spinning in the aura, like a spinning top.

Feng Xiao's eyes froze, his right hand opened, and a strong suction exploded.

The bamboo skewer went straight to his palm, and on the bamboo skewer, two words were written side by side with a beautiful small seal - weapon.

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

Under the echo of this voice, there was an eerie silence on the terrace, only the breeze was gentle, and everyone's eyes were focused on Ou Yangming and Feng Duxin.

Ou Yangming gently spit out a mouthful of white mist, and as soon as his thoughts moved, a white flame appeared in his palm, as white as snow. The spiritual energy in the Danhu Lake surged, bursting out from the palm of his hand, and this white flame suddenly burst into flames. A scorching wave of air echoed, and the air above the flames twisted strangely, so that even the penetrating sunlight could not fall.

Feng Duxin felt this scorching heat wave, and sighed in his heart, such a high temperature, using this flame to forge equipment, the speed must be very fast, right?

He no longer hesitated, a shadow of flame appeared in his eyes, and the red flame in his hand lit up, although this flame was not as amazing as the fire of the heavenly phoenix, but the temperature was also extremely high.

Suddenly, a voice said with righteousness and awe-inspiring: "What about the flame in Master Ou's hand...... Why have you never heard of it? Could it be that he is not a Feng clan, but a foreign aid?"

"Well, white flames, weird indeed. Another pusher, who had already been prepared, immediately chimed in.

"Hmph, this is the Great Competition of the Feng Clan, how can foreign aid be allowed to stir up the situation? If this matter spreads, how should the Wan Clan view my Feng Clan?" The voice sounded in the other direction of the terrace, and the content of the words had been determined, this was the Human Race. From the initial skepticism to the current certainty, the total is only three sentences.

This time, it was like completely igniting the barrel of explosives, and all kinds of doubts sounded.

Feng Xinxiao sneered in his heart, If it weren't for the unique color of your flame, I would really have to work hard. His face turned cold, he looked like Feng Xiang, and his voice seemed to come from the Nine Shadows: "Feng Xiang, you actually invited foreign aid, where is this Feng Clan's ancestral training?"

Feng Xiang's eyes shrank slightly, and he said in a restrained voice: "Hmph, who said that Master Ou is a foreign aid?

Feng Xinxiao's eyes kept scanning Feng Xiang's face, and suddenly captured the expression of this pupil shrinkage in his eyes, and he was sure that Feng Xiang's heart was empty.

Moreover, listening to what he said later, there was also a bit of pretentiousness, and there was no trace of concern in my heart.

He didn't know that that look was pretended by Feng Xiang, and in order to be realistic, it happened to be at the point where Feng Xinxiao could faintly detect it. It can be said that what Feng Xinxiao sees now is what Feng Xiang wants him to see. He is falling into Feng Xiang's game step by step, as long as he mentions testing the bloodline, then the victory or defeat of this big competition will already be known.

Ou Yangming controlled the fire of the heavenly phoenix, but he divided part of his mind to look at the high platform, and secretly said in his heart, he deserved to be an old monster, and it was really unimaginable to figure out and grasp his thoughts.

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