The Ancient Vast Realm

What appeared in Feng Xuan's eyes were four human beings of different heights, three men and one woman, with different appearances.

The one on the far left is a bald man with a somewhat miserable face. His upper body is half-naked, except for a black robe with gold silk draped over his face. He is spinning a string of dark-brown wooden beads in his hand.

Next to him, a beautiful and cute girl wearing a dark green cloak who looked a little timid hid herself behind the bald man. A pair of dark eyes were looking at Feng Xuan curiously, but when Feng Xuan glanced at After passing by, he immediately subconsciously hid behind the bald man, holding his robe tightly with a pair of small hands.

To the right of the two of them, a stern young man with strange short white hair had his eyes closed, and his long white eyelashes looked particularly abrupt. This man's skin was exceptionally fair, like the purest moonlight in the world. Feng Xuan actually felt an inexplicable sense of holiness in this person.

As for the last person, he was a young man squatting in front of the three of them, with a blue feather on his head. He looked a little dark, but his smile was indeed very cheerful. The person who spoke before was also this person.

"Yinfeng, you agreed that this is my battle and you are not allowed to interfere."

The figure of the young man in black armor was suspended in the air. At this time, he looked at the dark young man named Yinfeng with an angry look on his face, and his words were somewhat dissatisfied.

"Brother Wumen, maybe your Black Lin Armor can withstand His Highness Feng Xuan's blow, but you will definitely be hit hard. Maybe the Black Scale Armor will also be damaged. It's just a sparring match, nothing. It’s necessary”

Hearing the words of the black-armored young man, the swarthy young man Yinfeng said with a careless expression, and in his words he seemed to understand Feng Xuan very well.

"Okay Meridian Gate, you have lost. This battle is over. His Highness Ninth Prince has proven his strength. Serving as our captain is enough."

Just when the black-armored young man Wumen was about to say something, the white-haired young man with his eyes closed suddenly frowned and said softly.

But even so, he still didn't mean to open his eyes, but just turned his face towards the Meridian Gate.

After hearing the words of the white-haired young man, Wumen's face darkened slightly, and then he looked a little unhappy and said:

"Yue Ling, I am not a person who cannot afford to lose, and I have no intention of denying it. What do you mean by this?"

However, facing Meridian Gate's question, the white-haired young man obviously had no intention of answering. He just fell into silence again after saying that sentence.

Seeing this situation, the entire palace was a little cold for a while. Feng Xuan just watched silently, but at this time, he also felt something was wrong. Although he had just met a few people, it seemed that the relationship between this team It's not as harmonious as he thought.

Wumen, a young man in black armor who is somewhat arrogant but powerful, Yinfeng, a dark-skinned young man who looks simple and cheerful but seems to understand the laws of space, and Yue Ling, a white-haired young man who speaks concisely but seems a bit difficult to get along with.

As for the last bald man and the timid girl, they just stood there like outsiders. The bald man looked at a few people as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say a word, but his face looked even more expressionless. A little more miserable, as for the girl behind the bald man, she grabbed his robe even more nervously, looking like she was about to cry at any time.

"Okay, okay, this is your first meeting with His Highness Feng Xuan. I say you two should just calm down!"

Seeing this scene, Yinfeng scratched his head gently, looking like he had a headache.

Snap!

But then he snapped his fingers, and the figures of the four people disappeared from the dragon pillar. When they reappeared, they were not far away from Feng Xuan and the other two.

"It is indeed the power of space, how is this possible!"

Seeing this scene, Feng Xuan narrowed his eyes, shrank his pupils, and murmured unconsciously on his lips.

As we all know, the power of space is a field that can only be accessed by creatures in the late fourth realm. Except for some special races, this theorem will hardly be broken, but at this time Feng Xuan did find that this common sense seemed to have been broken.

He was certain that the swarthy young man named Yinfeng must still be in the third realm of cultivation, but he understood the power of space contrary to common sense, which was simply incredible.

"Hehe, Your Highness must be shocked, but this is the specialty of my Yin clan, so don't be too surprised."

Yinfeng looked at Feng Xuan's appearance and guessed what he was thinking without even thinking, and simply laughed.

However, Feng Xuan discovered with some keenness that although Yin Feng was still smiling, there was a hint of loneliness that flashed away for some reason.

However, this feeling passed away in an instant, and Feng Xuan didn't know if it was his illusion. Besides, the two had just met, so he wasn't too curious about it.

"Hello, it seems that you are all members of my team. This is not a good place for chatting. You should go down and talk."

Feng Xuan glanced around at the people present, nodded slightly, and then took the lead and flew downwards.

However, what surprised Feng Xuan was that before he even landed, Yin Feng's figure suddenly appeared beside him, approaching Feng Xuan with a playful smile.

"Your Highness, are you used to this war city? I tell you, it's normal to feel uncomfortable when you first come to Tianyao City. In the army, apart from training and practice, it's boring. But the military camp is only a small part of Tianyao City. I'll take you to the market and other places in Tianyao City some other day. There are various alien races there, which is much more interesting..."

Yinfeng seemed to be very familiar with people. He talked nonstop without waiting for Fengxuan to answer, like a chatterbox who hadn't talked to anyone for a long time.

"Don't call me Your Highness. We are all family members in the future. Just call me Fengxuan."

Fengxuan smiled slightly. He didn't dislike Yinfeng's actions. On the contrary, he was not very good at dealing with people. He was a little glad that there was a chatterbox like Yinfeng in this strange team.

What made Feng Xuan a little strange was that it seemed that Yinfeng was a little too enthusiastic and kind to him. As a witch cultivator, his spiritual perception was naturally very sharp, and he could clearly feel that Yinfeng had an inexplicable kindness when he first met him, and this kindness was by no means simply from his "noble" status as a prince.

"Hehe, that's a good feeling, that's a good feeling, then I will call you Brother Feng Xuan!"

Seeing Feng Xuan like this, Yinfeng was immediately happy, and hurriedly climbed up along the pole while talking, without any embarrassment.

Feng Xuan didn't care about this, and then thought of what the other party had said before, and asked curiously;

"Brother Yin just said that there are markets and other places in Tianyao City, and there are many alien races. I wonder if you can tell me in detail?"

Hearing Feng Xuan's words, Yinfeng's eyes lit up and he immediately became energetic.