My wife is a sword god

Qin Feng looked up at the other party again. Dad was not to be outdone. In front of him, he chewed the chicken leg one bite at a time. His face was calm and his eyes were full of provocation.

What on earth is Dad going crazy about?

Qin Feng thought about it and soon got the answer.

The other party must be angry with him because he was punished to sleep in the guest room last night!

Qin Feng's eyelids jumped. How could such a big person be as superficial as a child!

He didn't want to argue with Dad, so he could only pick up other dishes.

However, Dad put down the chicken leg in his bowl even though he hadn't finished it yet, and his chopsticks left a trail of afterimages in the air.

The dishes that Qin Feng had taken a fancy to were all wiped out, and none of them fell into his own bowl!

Looking at Dad's side, the dishes were piled up as high as a hill. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he was chewing the chicken leg proudly.

How can this be tolerated? !

Qin Feng took a deep breath, squinted his eyes, exerted force with the middle two fingers of his right hand, and clenched the chopsticks tightly.

Qin Jianan put down his bowl and held his chopsticks tightly.

The two of them met each other's eyes, and a war without gunpowder was about to start.

But at this moment, Qin Feng put down his chopsticks and complained: "Second Mother, look at Dad, he took so many dishes by himself, and my second brother and I have nothing to eat."

Second Mother looked away, frowning slightly: "Master, what are you doing?"

"Madam, I have a good appetite today, so I want to eat more." Qin Jianan explained with a dry laugh, and took the opportunity to glare at Qin Feng.

"Second Mother, don't forget that Dad ate too much last night." Qin Feng added.

Second Mother's eyebrows were raised: "Then Master, you will eat these, and you are not allowed to take any more dishes on the table."

"I" Qin Jianan was defeated and could only watch Qin Feng eat the dishes on the table triumphantly.

After leaving the hall with satisfaction, Qin Feng went to find Ya'an again and asked about the black wash stone.

Ya'an pondered for a moment and replied: "This strange mineral is indeed rare. It is extremely hard. A palm-sized black stone weighs a hundred pounds.

If you want it, I can send a letter by carrier pigeon. Later, I will ask them to bring it with the medicinal materials."

"Then I will trouble you, Brother Ya'an." Qin Feng clasped his fists and thanked him.

"No need to be polite. Jubaozhai is a place for business. I will deduct the price of the black stone from the price of the Immortal Drunk Auction."

Qin Feng opened his mouth.

He thought it was a mutual help between two friends, but he didn't expect it to be a dirty money transaction.

"Goodbye." Qin Feng waved his sleeves and left.

Wang Xu on the side said puzzledly: "Sir, Doctor Qin saved your life at the beginning. This small black stone can be regarded as a favor to him. Why do you want to charge him?"

Ya'an said lightly: "My life is not so cheap."

Wang Xu suddenly felt something was wrong: "I said something wrong."

"It doesn't matter." Ya'an waved his hand.

In fact, she has been struggling with what to repay such a big favor of saving her life.

So much so that until now, she has not specifically mentioned this to Qin Feng.

Qin Feng came to the courtyard of Qin Mansion. Generally speaking, this courtyard is the exclusive training place for the second brother.

However, as a divine warrior, the second brother has an amazing appetite, so every time he eats, he will delay a lot of time.

Therefore, the courtyard is now empty.

Qin Feng found an open space in the courtyard, then picked up a branch on the ground and began to carve the formation diagram required by Bai Lei.

The obscure and complex formation diagram was completed in less than ten breaths in his hands, which was exactly the same as what he saw in the book.

Qin Feng was very satisfied with this. He was indeed very talented in painting.

But why is he still unconventional in calligraphy?

"This formation diagram was completed much faster than I originally expected. If I practice more, I may be able to compress the time to about five breaths."

For such a complex formation diagram, five breaths is the limit.

But even so, when it comes to real battle, the pre-casting time is still too long.

"Unless someone helps me to contain the enemy, or I draw the formation diagram in advance and lure the enemy closer.

Otherwise, I will draw the formation diagram in front of the enemy, unless I think I am not dying fast enough.

Forget it, don't think about it for now, let me see how powerful this white thunder is."

Qin Feng was about to merge the literary energy into the formation, and suddenly a voice sounded beside him: "It turned out to be the son-in-law, I thought it was the second son."

Looking away, I saw a dark figure holding a long halberd, it was the black charcoal head.

I was shocked.

Xing Sheng asked curiously: "Son-in-law, what are you doing here?"

Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief: "You came at the right time. I just learned a formation and want to try its power. Can you help me with this?"

"I see." Xing Sheng pulled away ten feet and spoke again: "Son-in-law, I'm ready. You can attack at any time."

Qin Feng nodded and began to mobilize the literary energy in his body, but after thinking about it, he was still worried: "I have never used this formation before, so I don't know how powerful it is. You must be very careful later."

The black charcoal head didn't care: "Son-in-law, just go ahead. If it's the sword energy of the second young master, I might have to be on guard, but your..."

He stopped talking halfway.

Xing Sheng coughed dryly and changed his wording: "The Wensheng Taoist, attack has always been a weak point. I know that."

Qin Feng's forehead veins jumped. This was a naked contempt for the Wensheng Taoist!

Tonight, he will clear the name of the Wensheng Taoist!

Qin Feng took a deep breath and began to draw the spirit energy in his body and merge it into the white thunder array diagram.

It is worth mentioning that the direction of the white thunder is related to the direction of the spirit energy entering the array diagram. If there is a slight mistake, it is very likely that the direction of the white thunder is wrong and the person who set up the array will be killed.

So you must be careful here.

Qin Feng originally planned to merge some of the spirit energy first to try it out to avoid accidentally hurting the opponent.

However, when the spirit energy merged into the array diagram, it was like falling into a bottomless pit, constantly drawing the spirit energy in his body into it, and it couldn't be cut off.

A dazzling white light suddenly appeared on the array diagram, illuminating the yard and the face of the black charcoal head.

The surging spirit energy emerged from the array diagram, and Qin Feng said in surprise: "Black charcoal head, get out!"

As the voice fell, a white lightning flashed out from the array diagram.

Xing Sheng widened his eyes. He felt the power of the white thunder and didn't dare to be arrogant. He immediately stepped back with his toes.

Qin Feng gritted his teeth to control the white thunder. With a shout, the white thunder changed direction and flew into the air.

A dazzling white light suddenly lit up above the Qin Mansion, which was fleeting.

At the lake pavilion, Lan Ningshuang was shocked. She was the first to think of protecting her son-in-law.

But Liu Jianli called her: "It's okay, don't worry."

Having said that, she looked in the direction of the yard, with a flash of surprise in her eyes.

The literary energy in Qin Feng's body was drained, and he collapsed on the ground like he was exhausted.

Looking at the ground, the formation diagram was safe and sound, but where it extended forward, a crack as thick as a little finger expanded outward for nearly five feet.

Xing Sheng was still in shock: "Son-in-law, what kind of move is this?"

Qin Feng swallowed his saliva and answered slowly: "Formation, white thunder."