"well……"

Seeing the young man with a smile on his face, Feng Yuan sighed deeply and couldn't help but shake his head.

"Hey, does this kid Jiao Chaochen have a conversation with the saint?"

"Looking at his smile like this, it shouldn't be wrong."

"You can't tell, this guy has a lot of tricks up his sleeve, and he can actually strike up a conversation with the saint."

When they saw Jiao Chaochen, several Feng clan elders couldn't help but exclaimed, with smiles on their faces.

Although they are somewhat unfamiliar with Qin Yichen, they are definitely more inclined to Qin Yichen than Mo Yue.

After all, they all know the purpose of Mo Yue coming here this time, and the latter still holds the Fire Pavilion Token given by an old antique. Speaking of it, he can be regarded as one of their own. The most important thing is

What's more, they don't think that a guy from the Ten Thousand Races Continent would have any delusions about the Saint.

As Qin Yichen walked into the hall, Mo Yue's closed eyes suddenly opened, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes, and he looked towards the latter.

"Humph, a native who has never seen the world."

Looking at the smiling young man, a cold light flashed in Mo Yue's eyes and he snorted coldly.

Hearing Mo Yue's sudden taunt, many Feng Clan elders had a look of surprise in their eyes. Apparently they had not expected that the dignified young master of the Mo Tong Imperial Clan would actually compete with a young man from the Ten Thousand Tribes Continent.

Moreover, looking like this, he seems to be a little sad.

"I would also like to thank Mr. Mo Yue for your help."

Faced with Mo Yue's ridicule, Qin Yichen's expression did not change at all. He cupped his hands towards the latter and said with a smile.

As Qin Yichen finished speaking, the sneer on Mo Yue's face suddenly disappeared, but was replaced by a gloomy look.

"What happened between them? Does Mo Yue's return so early have something to do with Jiao Chaochen?"

Seeing the two people who were somewhat tit for tat, many Feng clan elders had a look of doubt in their eyes.

"Ahem, you two, please sit down and take a rest. Everything here is a rare specialty of our Phoenix Clan."

At this time, the fourth elder coughed lightly, pointed to the seat next to him, and said to Qin Yichen.

He had a good impression of Jiao Chaochen. During this period of contact, the fourth elder also knew that this guy was a master who was not afraid of anything. Originally, Mo Yue had a grudge against him because he was kicked out by the saint.

If he provokes Mo Yue again, the latter will probably pour out his anger.

This is not a good thing for Jiao Chaochen and the race behind him.

Qin Yichen also understood what the fourth elder meant. He nodded and walked to the seat next to him.

"Humph, a native of the Ten Thousand Races Continent also cooperates with me to sit together?"

However, before Qin Yichen took his seat, Mo Yue's sarcastic voice suddenly sounded.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of many Feng Clan elders changed slightly, and Qin Yichen's figure even paused slightly. The latter's contempt was really too much.

However, Feng Yuan did not persuade him. Although Qin Yichen possessed the Fire Pavilion Order given by Feng Wei, it was obviously not a wise choice to accuse Mo Yue for such a foreigner.

"Young Master Mo Yue, you two are guests of our clan, there is no qualification or disqualification for you."

After the fourth elder glanced at Fengyuan, he seemed to have gotten a hint. He chuckled and tried to smooth things over.

"Really? So in the eyes of your Phoenix tribe, I have the same identity as a foreign native?"

However, Mo Yue did not stop there. Instead, he sneered, his face full of disdain.

"Young Master Mo Yue is joking, you are naturally a distinguished guest of our clan, but this little friend has made great contributions to our clan, so he was specially invited to come here."

The fourth elder's face looked a little embarrassed, but he still tried his best to smooth things over and said.

After all, Mo Yue's identity is there. Maybe he will become the patriarch of the Mo Tong Imperial Clan in the future. Although the Phoenix Clan is not afraid of the Mo Tong Imperial Clan, if because of such an incident, the two major races

The relationship between them has become tense, which is not a good thing for the Phoenix Clan.

Qin Yichen shook his head. He also knew that the fourth elder was in trouble, so although he was a little unhappy in his heart, he did not show it and just sat down quietly.

"Hmph, I won't sit with a native of Ten Thousand Races Continent!"

As Qin Yichen took his seat, Mo Yue stood up directly, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Please."

In response to Mo Yue's repeated taunts, Qin Yichen just shrugged and said calmly.

Seeing his actions, Mo Yue's expression suddenly became more gloomy. If this bastard boy hadn't come to disgust him, how could he be driven out by the Phoenix Clan Saint?

Just because of this native, the plan he had worked so hard to plan for a long time was completely ruined!

"Boy, don't think that I dare not touch you here. In front of me, Mo Yue, it is not the turn for a native like you to act arrogantly!"

Looking at the young man with an indifferent expression, Mo Yue shouted coldly with a gloomy expression.

"What? Mr. Mo Yue wants to take action against me?"

However, at this time, Qin Yichen did not coddle him anymore. Instead, he sneered and said provocatively.

"To deal with you, you still need me to take action personally? You think too highly of yourself!"

Hearing this, Mo Yue suddenly sneered, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Buzz..."

And as the words fell, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and a vague wave suddenly filled the air towards Qin Yichen.

"not good."

Sensing the emergence of this obscure wave, the fourth elder's expression changed and he wanted to stop him. However, when he was about to take action, Feng Yuan shook his head at him and signaled him not to interfere.

Seeing this, the fourth elder could only sigh softly, and quietly lowered his slightly raised palm.

"Boom!"

As this wave of fluctuation spread, the cup in Qin Yichen's hand suddenly exploded. At the same time, he felt a terrifying pressure suddenly envelope his body in it.

"Boy, if you dare to contradict me, shouldn't you apologize to me?"

Seeing that the latter was enveloped by his own pressure, Mo Yue immediately sneered. At the same time, his mind moved, and the pressure became stronger.

"Crunch!"

Under this pressure, a sound of bones rubbing could not help but come from Qin Yichen's body, and a terrifying force forced his figure to the ground.
Chapter completed!