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Six days passed.

Zhang Qiuhan was fishing in the back garden early this morning. When the fish float moved, he carried the pole with one hand and hit two more koi Loulan.

Qing Fu and Sun Wuwei on the side hurriedly stepped forward to help pick the fish. After throwing the fish back into the river, Sun Wuwei was about to bait the fishhook.

Zhang Qiuhan's plain face flashed with joy and said:

"No, I won't fish anymore."

Qingfu and Sun Wuwei looked at each other in confusion, what's going on?

The two of them had been fishing with Zhang Qiuhan for almost a week. The action of picking fish and hanging bait was already familiar to them, and they were almost developing muscle memory. How could they stop fishing if they didn't want to?

Feng Zhenghao on the side also looked puzzled. He had become addicted to fishing recently and even put several thousand kilograms of herring in the river. But the person who introduced him to the industry suddenly said that he would not fish anymore?

Then who will he fish with in the future?

Zhang Qiuhan stood up amidst the doubtful looks of several people, took back the fishing rod, wiped it dry with a towel, and put it away carefully.

Now that his fishing leisure time is up, he is closing the pole.

At this time, the system prompt sounds:

"Ding, congratulations to the host, the fishing and leisure time has been completed, Ju Lingqian will be promoted to the realm of sainthood."

"Ding, the fishing and leisure methods are temporarily put on hold, waiting for the matching and adaptation skills."

Zhang Qiuhan put the fishing rod aside, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and an unstoppable smile spread on his face.

Finally, after Tongtianlu, Julingqian also reached the realm of sainthood!

Now he has two Eight Wonders in his hand that have reached the realm of Sainthood. He intends to fuse the two Eight Wonders, but thinking that the fused skills cannot be fused a second time, he can only suppress the impulse in his heart.

The more advanced the fusion skills are and the greater the number, the more powerful the new skills are. It would be fine if ordinary skills are fused casually.

This is an eight-magic skill, but it must be treated with caution. If it is useless, it will be really useless.

It was just around noon, and Zhang Qiuhan saw that it was still early for the sky to turn dark. After thinking about it, he decided to give Feng Xingtong some pointers to help him improve his skills in using Ju Ling Qian Jiang.

There are still fourteen days until the Luotian Dajiao. No matter how hard Feng Xingtong practices in these days, it will not be of much help in improving his realm.

After thinking about it, he decided to focus on actual combat training, and it was also a good way to improve his actual combat skills.

Zhang Qiuhan called over Feng Zhenghao, who was fishing, and told the father and son his thoughts.

Feng Zhenghao nodded and said solemnly:

"Brother Qiu Han is right. It is indeed very difficult to improve one's realm in a short period of time. It would be more practical to improve one's actual combat ability.",

Feng Zhenghao felt that Zhang Qiuhan's words made sense, so the three of them decided that Feng Zhenghao would accompany Feng Xingtong in sparring first, so that Feng Xingtong could feel the pressure from a high-level Ju Lingqian general.

Feng Zhenghao and his son started sparring in the back garden.

The method of sparring between the two is also very simple. First, one person summons the spirit body he captured, and then the other person takes it by force.

Feng Zhenghao's Ju Lingqian General has just broken through to the realm of perfection, and Feng Xingtong has also been promoted from the Xiaocheng realm to the Dacheng realm under Zhang Qiuhan's guidance.

There is a big difference between the two of them, and Feng Zhenghao has been cultivating his true energy for decades, making him more honest and honest than Feng Xingtong.

Feng Zhenghao's Ju Lingqian general suppressed Feng Xingtong in all aspects.

There is almost no suspense in the battle between father and son.

Feng Xingtong summoned the spirit body of the national player Wang Zizhong, and then Feng Zhenghao waved a roll with one hand, and a burst of black smoke snatched away the spirit body of Wang Zizhong.

Feng Xingtong was almost defenseless.

Zhang Qiuhan stood aside, patiently explaining the techniques to Feng Xingtong, and helping Feng Xingtong improve his ability to use Gu Ling Dispatch General.

After five consecutive days, Feng Xingtong was able to hold on for a few minutes under Feng Zhenghao's struggle, and could even forcibly take back his own spirit body.

Of course, this can only be achieved with the joint efforts of Wang Zizhong and Feng Xingtong.

Zhang Qiuhan saw that Feng Xingtong had been able to withstand Feng Zhenghao's robbery, he nodded slightly and said:

"Yes, with your current actual combat ability, the king should not be able to steal your spirit body easily."

Feng Xingtong wiped the sweat from his face and said happily:

"Really? Then can I rest for a few days?"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Qiuhan changed the subject and said:

"But for the sake of safety, I will take away the spirit body you summoned."

Feng Xingtong's face suddenly fell. In the past few days, under the training of his father Feng Zhenghao, he was either scolded or scolded every day, and he had to do his best to deal with it carefully.

He thought he could rest for a few days, but he didn't expect that he would have to change someone to practice with him.

After all, Feng Xingtong was a young master, so he muttered:

"Can't you just let me rest for a few days? My father is in the realm of perfection. I can already resist his robbery. Uncle Qiu Han will certainly not be able to take away the spirit body in my hand."

Zhang Qiuhan shook his head silently.

Then go to:

"If you want to protect the spirit body in your hands, stop complaining. If you work harder now, there will be less danger of the king taking away the spirit body."

After hearing this, Feng Xingtong had no choice but to summon Wang Zizhong's spirit body and continue to sparring with Zhang Qiuhan.

However, he didn't pay much attention to it. After all, his father Feng Zhenghao was already in the perfection state and had been blessed by decades of cultivation.

No matter how powerful Uncle Qiu Han is, how much more powerful can he be than his father?

Just as he was thinking about it, Zhang Qiuhan had already taken action.

Zhang Qiuhan made a slight move with one hand, and a burst of black smoke appeared out of thin air, wrapping up Wang Zizhong's spirit body and flying towards his hand without any resistance.

That relaxed look is as simple as picking something out of a bag!

Feng Xingtong was so shocked that he almost jumped up.

When he was sparring with his father Feng Zhenghao, he could even pull with Feng Zhenghao, just like a tug of war, except that Feng Zhenghao's pulling force was like a strong man, while he was like a primary school student.

Although there is a huge disparity in strength and they are destined to fail, they can still struggle.

Now facing Zhang Qiuhan, Feng Xingtong felt extremely terrifying pressure, and the connection between him and Wang Zizhong was directly cut off. It was obviously his spirit body, but he couldn't feel any connection!

It's like a tug of war between two people. Zhang Qiuhan is like a fairy standing on the gate of heaven, while Feng Xingtong is still the primary school student.

Not only are there huge differences in strength between the two sides, but they also don’t give Feng Xingtong a rope!

How to play this? !

This is a completely different dimension of crushing! There is no way to resist.

After all, the premise of tug-of-war is that both sides must at least have a rope in their hands!

Feng Xingtong's eyelids twitched. When faced with Zhang Qiuhan's robbery, he couldn't resist at all.

Feng Zhenghao on the side also took a breath of cold air. Although he did not face Zhang Qiuhan's robbery, he knew that with the strength of his perfect state, he might not be able to withstand it for a moment.

Five minutes at most! This is the limit he can hold!

Feng Zhenghao pushed up his glasses, which were startled off, and muttered in his heart, Brother Qiu Han, what kind of monster are you! I'm afraid that the cultivation of devouring spiritual bodies won't be able to achieve such power in such a short period of time, right?

And judging from the understatement of Brother Qiuhan, he probably hasn't used his full strength yet!

Feng Zhenghao thought to himself, if Brother Qiu Han tried his best, how many minutes could he last?

No, I'm afraid I can only hold on for a few seconds.

Zhang Qiuhan only made a slight move, which made Feng Zhenghao and his son break into cold sweats. It was the first time that they intuitively felt the crushing from the realm, which was so terrifying.

After Zhang Qiuhan invited Wang Zizhong's spirit body back, he said to Feng Xingtong:

"How's it going? Do you feel a little bit?"

Feng Xingtong scratched his head and said with an embarrassed look:

"Feeling? No feeling at all."

Zhang Qiuhan nodded and said:

"Okay, then I'll be gentler."

Feng Xingtong: "..."

Another five days passed in a row, and there were still four days left before the Luotian Festival.

In the early morning of this day, Zhang Qiuhan came to the back garden early, and Feng Zhenghao was sparring with Feng Xingtong.

Zhang Qiuhan stepped forward and said to Feng Zhenghao:

"Brother Feng, the Luotian Festival will start in four days. I plan to go there a few days early to see if the master needs help."

Feng Zhenghao laughed and said:

"It should be, it should be."

Then Feng Zhenghao called the housekeeper and asked the housekeeper to take care of everything for Zhang Qiuhan, and gave Zhang Qiuhan a bank card.

Feng Zhenghao said apologetically:

"Brother Qiu Han, Brother Yu can only prepare so much for you. After all, the Wang family..."

Zhang Qiuhan chuckled and said:

"Brother Feng, I know. I will try my best to conceal my identity and prevent the Wang family from getting into trouble with Tianxiahui."

Feng Zhenghao lowered his head and sighed. He was a member of the Tenth Clan, but Feng Zhenghao's power was more than one and a half points worse than that of the Wang family.

Zhang Qiuhan had a conflict with Wang Bing at Shuangcha Ridge. If the Wang family angered Tianxiahui because of this, it would affect Feng Zhenghao's plan to retaliate against the Wang family.

Feng Zhenghao felt guilty. It was obvious that Zhang Qiuhan was doing something for him, but he could only hide behind and act like a coward.

How does this make him not feel guilty?

Zhang Qiuhan laughed heartily and said:

"Brother Feng, I'll go ahead and see you later."

After saying that, Zhang Qiuhan turned and left.

Zhang Qiuhan did not go to Longhu Mountain to participate in the Luotian Festival. He had only one purpose, to capture Lu Liang alive!

No one can protect him this time!