My father is the emperor

Chapter 32 Father and Son

I saw a dying old man walking out slowly, his movements were slow but extremely smooth, especially the eyes of the other party were as clear as the sky.

"Father?"

Ouyang Xiao's small mouth grew so big that it seemed to be as big as an egg.

But it's no wonder that she behaved like this, after all, even Lin Fei didn't expect that the acquaintance Feng Wuchen mentioned turned out to be his father.

"Father?"

Seeing this, Lin Fei felt a little melancholy, he didn't know if the old man in the sky was doing well, but with his ability, he probably wouldn't die.

"Wuchen, do you still know how to recognize me as a father?"

The old man sneered, his eyes revealing a touch of sadness.

"I……"

Feng Wuchen wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, he just stood there motionless, like a wooden stake.

"Who is that behind you?"

"It's my disciple!"

To return lightly, Feng Wuchen obviously didn't want to get entangled in this.

"is it?"

The old man let out a sigh of relief, he sized up the two of them, and finally set his sights on Lin Fei.

"Your talent is very strong, and it is enough to rank in the top ten of the geniuses I have seen..."

Speaking of this, he didn't intend to continue, but Lin Fei knew what the other party wanted to express, and immediately nodded lightly, indicating that he had already understood Feng Wuchen's thoughts.

Seeing this, the old man sighed and said, "It's been so many years since Wuchen, you still haven't let go!"

Hearing this, Feng Wuchen's eyes turned red immediately, and he roared loudly: "I can't let go, I can't let go... I thought I let go, but that was just Nankeyimeng."

"Oh...but you are the Feng family after all!"

As soon as this remark came out, Feng Wuchen was shocked immediately. He is from the Feng family, and the blood of the Feng family is flowing in his body. Can he really get down to revenge?
"I won't deal with the Feng family! But the eight ancient families, especially the Lei family, if this enmity is not taken to the sky."

After Feng Wuchen finished speaking, he looked at his father and asked, "Father, you should know the purpose of my coming here, right?"

"Of course! You've already contacted me via text message before, so there's no problem with that." After nodding, the old man said slowly.

Hearing these words, a smile appeared on Feng Wuchen's old face.

But at this moment, a voice of discord suddenly came.

"This is not Feng Wuchen, the abandoned son of the Feng family! Why do you still have the face to come back here?"

Looking for the sound, he saw a group of teenagers wearing Dior casual clothes and Rolex watches slowly walking over. The leader of them seemed familiar to Lin Fei.

"It seems to be somewhat similar to that cheap teacher."

Thinking of this, he wondered if these guys were disciples of the Feng family.

Sure enough, the leading boy pointed at Feng Wuchen and said to the old man: "Grandmaster, although he is your son, he is an outcast of our Feng family after all, can you not let him in?"

After speaking, he showed a disgusted expression, as if seeing the other party was already very unlucky.

"Fengyang, you..."

Stretching out his finger, pointing at the young man opposite, Feng Wuchen's face was gloomy, he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"All right!"

It was the old man who made the last sound. He glanced at the young man in Fengyang and said, "I see my son, it's not your turn to intervene!"

As soon as the words fell, a tyrannical aura emanated from him.

Everyone around was shocked suddenly, as if a big stone was pressing down on their chests, and people couldn't help but suffocate.

"Is this the true power of a master?"

Shaking his head casually, Lin Fei's expression didn't change at all, and he seemed to be able to do a job with ease.

Just kidding, how could the imposing son of the Immortal Emperor be oppressed by a seven-layer tempered body? If so, it would be ridiculous.

But under this powerful aura, Lin Fei wasn't the only one who didn't feel the slightest. One was Feng Wuchen, who was already at the fourth level of Body Tempering, so naturally he wouldn't be affected by it.

The other person was Feng Yang who was wearing high-end casual clothes. He chuckled lightly and said, "Uncle, you are going too far. There are other children of my Feng family present."

The old man didn't make a sound, but his momentum rose a bit.

"teacher……"

Ouyang Xiao's face suddenly turned pale, his chest heaved and heaved, his mouth was gasping for breath, and the sweat on his head began to drip down.This was the first time she had this feeling, as if there was a demon stuck in her throat.

"Grab me!"

Lin Fei gave a low drink.

Hearing this, Ouyang Xiao did it without thinking, because it was too uncomfortable. When she touched that big hand, a faint spiritual force poured into her palm.

Ouyang Xiao suddenly felt a burst of relief, and she took in big mouthfuls of air, as if the previous pain was fake.

"Lin Fei?"

When she noticed that her hand was being held by Lin Fei, she subconsciously wanted to let go of it, but thinking about the pain that seemed to be suffocating, she held it tightly again.

Others were not as lucky as Ouyang Xiao. Most of the disciples of the Feng family behind Fengyang passed out on the ground with white foam around their mouths. As for the stronger ones, they all knelt on the ground and vomited wildly.

"Who is that young man?" Feng Yang didn't pay attention to Feng Wuchen, because it was only right that the other party's cultivation could block all this. He focused on the young man who looked as old as himself.

If he is an evildoer from the Eight Great Ancient Clans like himself, but he has never seen the other party.

"Hello, my name is Feng Yang, Xianwu's nickname is Little Scholar, what is your relationship with Feng Wuchen..."

Arching his hands, Feng Yang ignored the meaning of the people behind him.Immortal cultivators are ruthless, even though they belong to the same family, so what, do they blame others for their own incompetence?
"Xianwu nickname?"

Lin Fei's eyes froze. He had heard Feng Wuchen mention this matter last night.

Different from the secular world, in the world of immortal martial arts, talents emerge from generation to generation, and new evildoers are born almost every 50 years, so the wealthy family specially created a list of evildoers.

The top 25 evildoers in China are ranked above, and the top [-] has no age limit, so it is called the strong list.The latter fifty are also known as the genius list because the age limit for being on the list must not exceed [-].

On the contrary, those who are on the list of evildoers all have an elegant name. For example, Lin Fei's father, Li Feng, is nicknamed the king of Xianwu. As for the nicknames on the list of geniuses, they will add a small letter.

"Little scholar, is Fengyang?"

Nodding his head, Lin Fei once heard Feng Wuchen mention that, in the name of a young scholar, this guy is No. 90 on the ranking list.

"It really is a monster!"

In terms of talent alone, this Fengyang is still above Lin Fei. On this earth that lacks aura, he has reached the peak of the second layer of Body Tempering at such an age, and he still uses that completely unskilled technique.

"There are so many geniuses among mortals!"

Lin Fei sighed with emotion, but he didn't pay much attention after all.

talent?That kind of thing can be completely suppressed by his background, even if he can't cultivate immortals, so what, there are so many rare spirit treasures in this world that can temper talents.

"Lin Fei!"

With a cold snort, Lin Fei said expressionlessly.

"interesting!"

Feng Yang grinned when he heard the words, a shadow appeared on that handsome face.

As one of the evildoers of the Feng family, he has never been treated like this, especially this is a person who is about the same age as himself.

"You seem very confident in yourself, don't you?"

"..."

Lin Fei didn't answer, but he was full of confidence from his cold and proud face.

Seeing this, Feng Yang chuckled and said, "If that's the case, then shall we have two competitions?"

"Competition?"

Tilting his neck, a trace of doubt flashed in Lin Fei's eyes.

As if aware of it, Feng Yang nodded and explained: "The one next to you looks like your junior sister? Let her compete with our side, and then you compete again. As long as you have a victory, How about I back down?"

"To shut up!"

It was not Lin Fei who spoke, but the old man beside Feng Wuchen.

I saw him shouting angrily, and the aura of his whole body climbed to a peak at this moment.

Facing such a powerful grandmaster, those Feng family members who had vomited violently gradually fell into a coma. Seeing this, Feng Yang shook his head and said, "Grandmaster Feng, don't make things difficult for us, this is the order of my great-grandfather."

"Grandpa? That old man?"

Hearing this sentence, the old man's aura disappeared immediately, and he looked at Fengyang with doubtful eyes, as if confirming it.

"That's right!"

"..."

The old man didn't say anything after hearing the words, but a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

From ancient times to the present, every ancient family in China has at least one immortal.

They are the pillars of strength and the de facto highest leaders of the family.

"Really? Even my great-grandfather is unwilling to forgive me!"

Hearing the words, Feng Wuchen seemed to be a few years older, and his whole body was not energetic.

Seeing this, Lin Fei knew that Feng Wuchen was about to retire, but in order to go to the fairy cemetery, he had to obtain the qualification to enter the auction house, so he nodded heavily.

"Okay, but if we win, we want the auction house to qualify."

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