"No, it's not that we underestimated him." The young purple robe smiled, "We never looked at him."

"It's rare that Lao Lei said something." The rough man nodded in agreement.

"That's...what did you say?!" The young man in purple robe showed a smug look at first, but soon reacted and glared at the rough man.

The rough man smiled and said, "What? Are you not convinced? Want to fight?"

"Just fight! Are you afraid of you?" The young man in purple robe flashed his eyes, and a purple lightning shot out, hitting the head of the rough man.

"Haha, the forehand is itchy!" The rough man laughed, and two fire lights shot out from his eyes, and the purple lightning disappeared in the air.

boom!

The hot flame suddenly jumped up, and the rough man's black hair soared into the sky. The flames burned and the heat waves swept through it.

The young man in purple robe was also unwilling to be outdone. The purple electric snake lingered around him, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a thunder god. With a loud shout, it was like the thunder shaking.

"I want to fight to the ring, don't be with me." Feng Qing frowned, looked at the two of them eager to try, and spoke helplessly.

Both of these two people have a hot temper and will fight every time. Feng Qingyang is already used to it.

However, he invited the two of them to come today, not to watch them fight.

"Okay!" The two shouted at the same time, and then moved their bodies and were about to rise into the air and head to the battle arena.

Feng Qingyang twitched the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath, and then he suddenly reached out his hand. Two huge blue palms suddenly appeared in the air, holding the two of them each and pulling them back.

"You..." The young man in purple robe showed a strong shock on his face, his eyes were full of disbelief, staring at Feng Qingyang.

The same is true for the rough man. He stared at Feng Qingyang for a while. Finally, he smiled bitterly, sat down, shook his head and said, "I didn't expect that you were the first to take this step."

He grabbed the wine glass and drank it all, with a faint look of loss.

The young man in purple robe looked at Feng Qingyang deeply. He sat down silently, lowered his eyes and seemed to be thinking about something.

"It seems that you are a little unhappy if I take this step first?" Feng Qingyang curled his lips slightly and looked at the two of them with a smile.

"nonsense!"

The rough man suddenly pressed the wine glass on the table, and then felt that this seemed not enough to express his anger. He stretched out his fist and punched the stone table hard. Then he spoke, "Our agreement... that's...ah!"

The young man in purple robe also raised his head at this time. He looked sad and sighed: "Lao Yan, why did we have to have that agreement with him at the beginning?"

"I guess... it's my head twitching." The rough man patted his head twice.

The young man in purple robe sighed to the sky, "I missed my reputation for Lei Jingmeng for life. At this moment... I actually want to recognize this guy with a paralyzed face as his eldest brother! I... am unwilling to accept it!"

"Why do you have to say more useless words? It's better to have a day than to choose a day. You two have never seen your elder brother!" Feng Qingyang's eyes showed a joke.

The two were silent, and after a while, they looked aggrieved. They stood up together and bowed to Feng Qingyang.

"Lei Jingmeng, I've seen my elder brother."

"Yan Tianjin, I have seen...Brother!"

"Two good brothers. There is no need to be too polite. I won't give you a gift for my brother." Feng Qingyang drank tea leisurely, "Sit down, let's discuss Jiang Han today."

Lei Jingmeng and Yan Tianjin looked at each other. Then, sighed at the same time, and sat back on the stone bench.

"I said crazy..."

"Huh?" Feng Qingyang turned his head, smiling.

Lei Jingmeng twitched his lips, gritted his teeth viciously, and changed his words: "Brother, I'm really not interested in Jiang Han, a little warrior..."

"It's a martial artist." Feng Qingyang corrected.

"...Okay, the martial artist...the difference is actually not big." Lei Jingmeng said helplessly, "Is a martial artist worthy of your attention?"

"That's it." Yan Tianjin...that was the rough man nodded in agreement, "A martial artist can be killed by turning his hands. Brother, are you thinking too much?"

Feng Qingyang frowned, pondered for a moment before speaking, "I can't tell you some things, because it was my master's order. As for Jiang Han's specialness..." He was silent for a moment and continued, "Elder Jiuxiao never accepts disciples, but he just accepts him. Could it be...you still don't notice the specialness?"

"What's so strange about this?" Lei Jingmeng shrugged, "Maybe Jiang Han happened to meet the requirements of Elder Jiuxiao."

"Besides, what if he has super qualifications?" Yan Tianjin said, "We are the highest heaven, and there are more than one person with strong qualifications? You, me, or Lao Lei, which qualification is worse than him? Unless he is the legendary heaven-level qualification!"

"That might be possible." Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed through and he said seriously, "You may not believe it when you say it. When I saw him that day, I felt a very strange feeling... Well, how to say it? That is, when I face him, I felt a sense of danger in my heart... That's because his true strength is enough to threaten my life!"

"What?" Lei Jingmeng's pupils suddenly shrank, and an electric light burst out, passing through the air. He stared at Feng Qingyang tightly, with deep suspicion.

Although he knew that Feng Qingyang would not deceive them, he couldn't help but doubt its authenticity when he heard these words!

After all, it is impossible for a martial artist to threaten the mighty Wu King who is about to enter the Wu Emperor!

The same was true for Yan Tianjin. He picked up the wine glass on the stone table, a ball of flame suddenly rose in his hand, ignited the wine, and then drank it all in one go.

This is a sign of extreme uneasiness in his heart.

"I...can't believe it." He murmured.

Feng Qingyang had expected this, and he remained silent, waiting for the two to digest the shock.

moment.

"Maybe it was the life-saving thing given to him by Elder Jiuxiao." Lei Jingmeng frowned and spoke.

"This possibility is not ruled out." Feng Qingyang nodded, but soon changed his voice and said, "But if Elder Jiuxiao takes it so seriously, how could it be as simple as having a strong qualification?"

The two were silent again.

Suddenly, Yan Tianjin waved his big hand and said carelessly: "Whatever he is! But brother, let's just tell me what's wrong."

"Yes, brother, what are you planning to say about this?" Lei Jingmeng also spoke, frowned.

"If you don't like him, I'll find an opportunity to help you kill him! Why is it so troublesome for a small matter?" Yan Tianjin slapped his chest.

Feng Qingyang's brow trembled and said seriously: "Silence! Tian Jin, you must know that he is the disciple of Elder Jiuxiao. If you touch him, no one can protect you!"

"What's more, I feel that others are pretty good. Well... I should have a common language with you."

After thinking about it, Feng Qingyang continued to speak, his expression a little strange. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!