Why did he own this token? Who is he?

When the people present saw the token clearly, the sound of air pumping sounded.

Their eyes shifted to Feng Qingyi, and the emotions in their eyes were changing rapidly.

In the end, only full of excitement remained.

"moon"

The token carved with the word "moon".

The first ancient clan of Donghuang symbolizes the supreme existence.

Many old men had tears in their eyes. They didn't expect that they would see the Yue family token again in this life and die in peace.

"You fight, come and beat me quickly. Do you dare? Grandson!"

Feng Qingyi hummed a few times, raised his chin high, and the token in his hand kept shaking in front of Ximen Kuang, which was completely angering and not worth his life.

But, so what?

Even if there were ten thousand grass and mud horses running wildly in Ximen Kuang's heart, he could only swallow his saliva and desperately suppress the anger in his heart, not daring to burst out.

Holding the Yue family token, this is a child of the Yue family.

The Yue family, the aristocratic family that has always been admired, even if they were trapped in the Three Hundred Mile Vortex for so many years, they are still supreme in Donghuang.

The Yue family token appears. Does it mean that the Yue family members have found a method?

After so many years, how far will the Yue family develop?

When Ximen Kuang thought about it this way, he no longer dared not to burst out, but did not even dare to glar at Feng Qingyi.

The Ximen family has been working hard for so many years, and he thought that he would have confidence in fighting last month's family again.

But now he knew he was wrong.

A single token caused such a big response.

Even the small families that depended on his Ximen family were so fanatic.

This height cannot be reached by the Ximen family even after operating for thousands of years.

Let alone a battle now, he can't even gather the courage to offend him.

"My Yue...My Yue..."

Ximen pulled the corner of his stiff mouth, but was interrupted by Feng Qingyi as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Call me!"

Ximen Kuang's mouth twitched, and his tone became weaker again: "My little man..."

"Well, be good grandson!" Feng Qingyi nodded, "But my uncle is not surnamed Yue!"

His voice slowly drifted out and penetrated into everyone's ears.

At this moment, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly solidified.

Everyone's expressions were too late to change, so they were just standing there.

No, surname, Yue?

These three words kept echoing in Ximen Kuang's ears, and an indescribable sense of humiliation erupted from the deepest part of his heart.

"Why do you always look at me like this? I'm so shy when you stare at me like this!"

Feng Qingyi said, his chin raised a little more.

How could this look shy?

"If you don't have your surname Yue, where did you get the Yue family token?"

Ximen Kuang roared out of control, staring at Feng Qingyi and wanted to swallow him alive.

"Suncle, it's all your business, stay there!" Feng Qingyi tried hard to spread his eyes, looked at him, and hummed, "Isn't it just glaring? Who can't? I really don't know who is scaring!"

"Who are you?"

Ximen Kuang clasped his hands tightly, and a deafening sound broke out.

"Grandson, pay attention to your attitude! If you want to know your identity, you still shout so much. Has your dog eaten your quality?"

When Feng Qingyi talked about the dog, his finger pointed at the old man who was talking before, and his face turned into a pig's liver.
Chapter completed!