Twin martial souls, full level charm, enchantress please respect yourself

"confirm?"

“Is there anything to confirm!!”

Feng Shatian's sharp eyebrows were raised, as if he could observe the situation on Luo Fanchen's side from a few miles away. He looked at Feng Qinyin and asked with a sneer:

"Don't you feel the physical pressure of the Phoenix Spirit and the Phoenix Spirit even when you are face to face?"

The thirty-year-old man with bangs sitting on the right raised his head, his pale gold pupils flashing.

The beauty with short blond hair on the left turned a deaf ear and was not curious about anything in the outside world. She still lowered her head and played with the exquisite silver earrings attentively.

"really!"

"The auras of the Phoenix Spirit and the Phoenix Spirit cannot be forged, they cannot be faked!"

Feng Qinyin was quite surprised, "Since this son's identity is true, why didn't the general show up to see him? Instead, he asked his subordinates to go and use the drag technique."

Feng Shatian's eyes narrowed slightly, his breath calm.

"Meet?"

"What kind of meeting!"

A sneer filled with strange emotions rang out. Feng Shatian stood up suddenly, then slowly walked out:

"Don't forget, since he has released two true spirits, it means whose descendant he is."

"Ancestor..." Feng Qinyin hadn't even finished her sentence when she suddenly realized something and her expression became strange as well.

Feng Shatian patted her shoulder gently: "A descendant of our ancestors, such a great seniority."

"You were rude when you went there just now. Do you understand? You should bow to him and pay your respects to Xiao Zu."

The scars at the corners of Feng Qinyin's eyes trembled slightly.

Let an extraordinary strong man like her, General Xue Feng, salute a young man with five rings, and also greet him respectfully in front of a group of subordinates in the military camp.

This was simply more uncomfortable than killing her, and it was impossible to save face.

It's like you have been fighting bloody battles on the battlefield for decades, and finally climbed from a pawn to the position of a general through hard work. At this time, the emperor suddenly parachuted a weak heir who had done nothing and asked you to treat him with respect. Calling him marshal is as uncomfortable as eating a fly.

I really want to ask,

Why!

Feng Qinyin's eyes were unkind and she said, "I understand you, General."

"Then what should we do now? We can't keep putting it off, right?"

Feng Shatian stared into her eyes coldly, the corners of his mouth gradually raised, and he suddenly smiled:

"I really can only drag it on."

"Force him to leave?"

"Definitely not. What if we go to the Huang family's camp and become friends with the Huang family?"

Feng Shatian sneered again: "Kill him?"

"Making a decision that goes against our ancestors?"

"Don't even think about it, this is treason!"

But General, why do I see the word "coward" in capital letters on your face?

Feng Qinyin thought silently, then heard Feng Shatian staring outside the tent with cold, distant eyes:

"The civil war between our Feng clan and the Huang clan is to fight for the right to speak. It is for the two families to unite and prosper to fight against foreign enemies. It is not to kill the other party's people."

"Everyone is dead, so what's the use of fighting for the right to speak?"

"Never forget that in this continent, apart from me, the Feng clan, the people closest to us are the Huang clan."

"Whether it's because of his true talent or his stupid luck, since he has become the descendant of our ancestors, no matter how unconvinced or unwilling we are, we must admit that he is one of our own."

"Since he is one of my own family members, even if I feel unhappy with him, I cannot treat him the same way I would treat an enemy on the battlefield."

"Understand?"

Feng Qinyin's body trembled, and she looked towards the door of the tent. Feng Shatian's back was turned, and the black shadow reflected by the setting sun outside the tent looked cold and stern.

She stood up straight unconsciously.

Just now she even thought that the general was hinting to her to exclude him or simply get rid of this guy and find a way to get the other party's inheritance.

The general seemed to have noticed her thoughts and expressed his attitude clearly.

Many people in the military camp think that the general is cold, arrogant, and even bad. He often does things at any cost to achieve his goals, but no one has ever said that the general is a bad person, let alone that the general is not good to his own people.

Feng Qinyin's scarred eyes, which were filled with a chilling air, couldn't help but show admiration. In the deepest part of his eyes, there was even a hidden hidden emotion.

It's a pity that this feeling didn't last long,

“My ancestors deserve to die!!!”

The cold, arrogant and stern general in front suddenly turned his head, covering his stern face that had been slapped outside the village last time, with a ferocious look on his face. His face no longer hurt, he felt so distressed!

"General, I'm kneeling like that..."

Okay, okay, we all know that you are begging on your knees.

Feng Qinyin had an inexplicable urge to laugh. She felt that the always cold general was suddenly cute. His eyes were blank and he pretended not to hear anything.

Feng Sha Tian broke his guard to the point where he almost went crazy:

"I, the general, so piously begged my ancestors to favor me, the Feng clan, and visited my family hundreds of times. However, I waved my hand and dismissed him casually. He didn't even bother to take a look at the genius of my clan."

The little beauty with short blond hair was still oblivious to what was going on, and only focused on looking at the silver earrings.

On the contrary, it was the man with bangs and his pale gold pupils that trembled.

"Cock!"

"Cock!"

The harsh sound of teeth grinding sounded,

Feng Qinyin was frightened when he heard it. She wanted to advise him, "General, stop biting me. I'm afraid. This was the first time he saw the general being so angry."

"General..."

Feng Shatian stared, his eyes even showing red bloodshot eyes: "Don't persuade me!"

"Do you know what injustice I suffered outside because of our Feng clan!"

Thinking of him, a great general of the Phoenix Clan!

He actually knelt down countless times, flattered and begged countless times, and in the end, just to please his ancestor, he went to please that damn ghost, and in the end he was blackmailed for the Origin Stone.

result……

I gave everything away and didn’t get even a hair back.

not right

Feng Shatian's angry voice stopped suddenly, he touched his face, and got a fucking oversized dick in his pocket.

He almost broke his molars and seemed to be able to see Li Qing from afar:

"If you are wronged, just be wronged. Who said it was my ancestor, the general? I cannot, and do not have the ability, to ask my ancestor to die."

"Then you are..." Feng Qinyin did her job well and looked like she was listening attentively.

Feng Shatian turned his head with red eyes and said, "What I don't like, General, is that even if his legs are lame, is his eyes also lame?"

"Choose such a thing and send it to our camp? Who is disgusting??"

"At the beginning, I thought that our ancestors must have found a perfect candidate who would be confident enough to crush our two geniuses, Feng and Huang, countless times. That's why I didn't even want to look at Huang Mengmeng and me."

"result……"

"You chose a low-grade Luan Bird martial soul. How many years in your twenties did you become the Soul King?"

Feng Shatian had the urge to be so sick that he retched, and Dayou looked like he was about to vomit.

Feng Qinyin comforted him: "Maybe... he has other shining points?"

"When you say this, first ask yourself, do you believe it?"

Feng Shatian frowned and said, "I originally thought that Luo Fanchen, who blackmailed me, would be dead, so that no one would compete with me, the Feng family and the Huang family, for inheritance."

"Have you ever been blackmailed by Luo Zhuangyuan?"

Feng Qinyin's fierce scarred eyes overflowed with curiosity, and her words were obviously filled with respect.

Feng Shatian's expression froze.

He almost fainted with anger and said everything in his heart.

And the hot blonde girl who had been lowering her head couldn't help but raise her head at this moment, revealing a delicate and hot face, but her beautiful eyes were much deeper and less lively.

Feng Shatian pretended that nothing happened and continued:

"Now it seems that instead of handing over the inheritance to this loser named Li Qing, it is better to pass it on to Luo Fanchen. Although I feel disgusted when I see his face, at least I have to pinch my nose because of his talent and talent. The word 'submit'."

A sigh sounded,

The man with bangs sighed, shook his head and said:

"It's a pity that my nephew couldn't fight with him. It's a pity."

Feng Shatian looked at the man and said, "Jiantang, you are the strongest person of your generation in my Feng clan. You can defeat the peak of the eighth level with an eighty-five-level body. It's gratifying, but..."

A but,

The man with straight bangs had his light golden eyes twinkling: "Third uncle, you just say it's okay!"

Feng Shatian said: "However, I have to admit that if the dead ghost champion is not dead, let alone the same level, even if he is a soul saint, you can't beat him."

"impossible!"

Feng Jiantang stood up suddenly, sat down on the chair and exploded.

"Third uncle, please don't let other people's ambitions destroy our own prestige."

"I admit that his first place in this World Championship is valuable. I also admit that if he is at the same level as me, or even a few levels below me, I will probably lose."

"However, I don't believe that there is a huge difference between the eighth level and the seventh level. He can do the following!"

The hot blonde girl who had been silent suddenly said: "Brother Tang, you are very strong, but you can't beat him, and you don't understand his strength."