Ji Changfeng!

Speaking of Ji Changfeng, Xiao Zhantian looked at the direction away and remained silent.

At this time, after feeling Xiao Zhantian's terrifying momentum, the Feng family members crawled on the ground, trembling and frightened.

"This Xiao Zhantian cannot be violated!" Feng Canglong's mind moved, and without saying a word, he took action himself, capturing all the disciples of the family who had previously encouraged Ji Tiandong to take action and threw them on the ground.

"The Feng clan's ancestral teachings are not allowed to kill each other. What you do today is contrary to the ancestral teachings. I will immediately expel you and others from the Feng clan!"

Several people on the ground looked gray and their heads were hanged.

Feng Canglong took a step forward with a respectful expression, "Zhantian, what should these people do? I would like to ask for instructions. From today on, my Feng family will only follow your order."

No begging for mercy, no defense, and bowing to admit his mistake.

As for whether you can survive, it depends entirely on the other party’s thoughts.

This is the way for the weak to survive!

Xiao Zhantian withdrew his gaze and looked at Feng Canglong, with a plain tone: "The clan leader doesn't have to do this. Feng is also considered kind to me. Today I will settle this kindness with you."

"The bloodline pattern comes out!"

He pushed his palm with one hand, and the fire phoenix blood sealed in the palm was stimulated by him.

Li!

A shocking figure of a fire phoenix suddenly appeared in the sky, eight colorful feathers swaying in the wind, and an invisible pressure filled the void.

Feng Canglong did not dare to look up. He felt the vigorous martial soul power of the Fire Phoenix Martial Soul and the suppression of bloodlines.

Eighth-grade Fire Phoenix Martial Soul!

This is the blood activated in Qingwu's body. It did not disappear, but was deprived of it by Xiao Zhantian.

The bloodline of the Wind Clan contains a trace of phoenix blood. If it can completely return to its ancestors, it can recreate the top martial soul phoenix martial soul!

Unfortunately, over the past thousand years, the Feng Clan has declined from generation to generation, and the strongest martial soul has never exceeded the seventh grade.

Therefore?                                                              �

Because that is the hope for the rise of the Wind Clan.

"Nine Netherworld Eyes? Seen!"

Xiao Zhantian maintained the Fire Phoenix Martial Spirit with one hand, and his eyebrows were slightly on his other hand. His eyes became strangely dark, and a flash of inspiration flashed.

Everything in front of you becomes different in your vision.

All the people of the Wind Clan have large or small martial soul auras? Can these auras be quantified? The size and depth of the martial soul color can determine the strength of talent.

Under the suppression of the Fire Phoenix Martial Soul, this judgment is clear at a glance.

Behind him? Xiao Ling's martial soul is deep in color, and that dark red is as bright as blood? It is even more intense than everyone present.

Xiao Zhantian gave a few tips.

"You guys, come out."

With a hand, three teenagers were taken over? The figures rose up in the air.

One of them was Feng Qingxi? The Feng clan disciple who was also considered a waste? The grandson of the fifth elder.

At this moment? He was a little confused.

Why me?

Am I a waste?

"You three are second only to Feng Qingwu's talent, especially Qingxi? The blood stasis is not your fault? On the purity of blood veins? You are not under Feng Qingwu."

"Today I will open your bloodline? Help you soar into the sky!"

Xiao Zhantian shouted lightly? The majestic spiritual energy of heaven and earth attracted him, and his fingers kept flying. He shot out spiritual techniques to pull the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to cleanse the marrow and cut off the bones.

The Fire Phoenix Martial Soul kept wandering around the three of them, flying while purifying the bloodlines in the three of them with the essence of the martial soul.

Feng Canglong raised his head? The scene in front of him made him dizzy.

Such magical means are unheard of?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          �

It seems that my judgment is correct. He is really a powerful reincarnation!

If not, who could have such shocking means?

Feeling the huge blood power in the eighth-grade martial soul, the aura on his body was also trembling.

Gradually, the bloodline patterns gradually faded, and the huge eighth-grade fire phoenix eventually turned into starlight and disappeared without a trace.

In the void, the three people were wrapped in spiritual energy, like silkworm cocoons.

"A Fire Phoenix Martial Spirit is not enough, take out your bloodline."

Xiao Zhantian raised his hand and grabbed it. Several disciples from the captured elders all screamed. Their martial souls left their bodies, and their bloodlines were directly deprived of them and infused into the three people.

The aura of the three silkworm cocoons became stronger and more powerful, and a trace of blood pressure was faintly emitted.

After doing all this, Xiao Zhantian let out a sigh, took away the magical power of Jiuyouming, and pushed the cocoon of spiritual energy that wrapped the three people to Feng Canglong.

Wind Mosalong hurriedly catch it.

He didn't catch three people, it was clearly the hope for the rise of the Wind Clan.

"The lowest among the three is the seventh rank, Qingxi's bloodline is pure, and it may be the eighth rank. In time, the rise of the Feng Clan is expected to rise."

Xiao Zhantian's tone was faint, as if he had done only a trivial thing.

The lowest seventh grade!

Probably eighth grade!

Oh my God.

Everyone exclaimed in surprise.

You know, their patriarch is just a seventh-grade martial soul!

This is the limit that the Feng Clan can improve over the past thousand years.

But now, what have they seen?

Xiao Zhantian actually created three seventh grades in front of them, and one of them could be promoted to the eighth grade!

The strength can be improved, but the martial soul is destined by heaven.

The martial soul level represents the limit of strength. If an eighth-grade martial soul is not surprised, it will definitely create a super strong man, which is enough to make the Feng family's status soar.

My Feng Clan is about to rise!

Everyone's faces were red, as if drinking.

excited.

Too excited.

Isn’t their years of struggle just to make the family stronger?

It won't take long before this dream will come true.

The elder looked at his grandson blankly with tears in his eyes.

He murmured, "My grandson is not a waste. His talent has finally awakened. Thanks to Zhan Tian, ​​this kindness is like rebuilding."

Feng Canglong was refreshed, as if the burden of the family that had been pressing on his body for many years suddenly became much lighter.

One grade eight, two grade seven!

Once the three of them grow up, our Feng Clan will at least increase two levels than now in the future, and becoming a four-star clan is no problem!

No one looked at the lineage of the Third Elder.

All of this is their own fault and it is not worth it!

"The Great Elder has an appointment with me first, and this situation has been repaid." Xiao Zhantian suddenly spoke, "Whether they enter Tianlan Academy or other sects in the future, they have a request, and they are not allowed to join the Ji family. Do you remember?"

"yes!"

Feng Canglong clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "I am the Feng clan in my heart. In this life, I have given instructions, and my Feng family will do whatever they want."

"Forget it!"

Xiao Zhantian waved his hand, "Your Feng family matters are your own concern. Sister, let's go!"

He stepped forward and flew away with Xiao Ling.

"What a pity! Such a terrifying character left me, Feng!" A hint of dimness flashed in Feng Canglong's eyes, and he still didn't hold this thigh.

However, there is still a chance.

He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and turned around and said, "Old Wu, when the Great Elder was dying, he said that he would teach you the position of the Great Elder, and the Wind Clan will have you trouble in the future."

The fifth elder said in panic: "Class leader, I am not capable enough, I am afraid..."

Feng Canglong interrupted: "Old Wu! Look at my Feng Clan has other people now? Qingxi and the others are still young, and they still have to wait for them to grow up."

"Yes! I promised."

The fifth elder's heart trembled and finally agreed.

Feng Canglong paused, and wanted to speak, "Canadian... I have indeed neglected these years. I know you have an old age and you have the opportunity to talk about your relationship, after all, it's a family."

The fifth elder nodded slowly.

"As for the third brother's lineage, those who are not dead, please give them some resources to fend for themselves! They will harm others and themselves, and they will bear this debt by themselves!"

The empty mourning hall is empty, the building is empty.

The remnants of the third elders left with sadness, and what awaited them was an unknown fate.

call!

A black wind rolled up on the ground, and an illusory shadow slowly emerged from the ground.
Chapter completed!