Suddenly, the driver turned around and whispered to Qi Huan in the carriage: "Master, there is something wrong."

Qi Huan had just finished coughing. He was panting slightly and told the driver: "He didn't hide his breath. It's obvious that he has to see me today."

Under Qi Huan's instruction, the driver pulled over under a big tree in front of him.

Qi Huan sat in the carriage, closed his eyes slightly, and waited quietly for the other party's arrival.

A strong gust of wind came from far away, and in the strong wind there was a black shadow swooping towards us like a dragon emerging from the water.

The carriage began to shake, the horses raised their front hooves to the sky and neighed in panic, and the curtains of the carriage were lifted by the wind.

"presumptuous!"

The driver roared angrily, jumped up from his seat, and raised his hands into palms.

"boom!"

There was an explosion in mid-air, and after the loud noise, huge airflow spread out in all directions like a shock wave.

When the roof of the carriage was overturned, Luo Fengtang stood firmly on the ground in the strong wind.

The driver, however, clutched his chest and was hit so hard that he took dozens of steps back. He leaned his back against the big tree before he could stabilize his body.

"Who are you?"

He drew his sword and pointed it at Luo Fengtang, intending to fight again.

He had followed King Wu for many years and protected King Wu personally, relying on his excellent skills.

His unique skill lies in the palm technique. Looking at the whole country and even this continent, there are only a handful of black and white people who can catch his palm.

However, the young man in front of him not only caught his palm, but also bounced the damage back. What a powerful skill and majestic strength.

This is a powerful enemy!

When the driver was looking at Luo Fengtang, Luo Fengtang didn't look this way at all.

Where he looked was the carriage.

At this time, a hand stretched out from the curtain of the carriage and waved to him, "Please step aside and reminisce about old friends."

After the driver retreated, Luo Fengtang straightened his body and stared coldly at the curtain that was blown up and down by the wind.

"Come out, let's meet, don't hide in there anymore!"

Hearing Luo Fengtang's voice, a low laugh came from the carriage.

"You bastard, you lifted the lid of your father's car when we met!"

"Dad, are you worthy?"

"Oh, it's not up to you whether you are worthy or not. My blood is flowing in your body. This is an indisputable fact!"

"I bother!"

Luo Fengtang spat hard, "Since you won't come out, then as my son, I have no choice but to ask you to come out!"

As he spoke, he slowly raised his right arm, and green lightning seemed to be wrapped around his clenched fist, making a crackling sound.

"Hey! You really follow me with your bad temper. I will come out when I come out. Don't get stuck in this carriage."

The car curtain was opened by a withered hand, and a tall man came out.

He was wearing a gray-black robe. In such a sultry season, he actually had a cloak tied around his shoulders. The felt hat of the cloak had fox fur.

His thin cheeks were buried in his felt hat, his complexion was sickly pale, the flesh on his cheeks was so thin that it was almost impossible to find it, and his eyes were almost completely black in the deeply sunken eye sockets.

Luo Fengtang had never seen such a dark look in his eyes, as if the sockets of his eyes were empty, filled with a dark abyss with no bottom.

Inexplicably, Luo Fengtang had goosebumps on his arms, but he was slightly shocked.

Why is dad like this?

Something is obviously wrong with this. Is this an illness? Or is it an internal injury?

And he was dressed like he was spending the winter. What happened to him?

Luo Fengtang wanted to ask, but couldn't save the dignity to do so.

Qi Huan stood there with his hands in his hands, holding a small copper stove to warm his hands.

He didn't speak, just looked at the son in front of him who was taller than himself.

This was not the first time he saw his son. Ever since he heard about his son's reputation, he had secretly observed him many, many times.

But tonight, it was the first time that father and son looked at each other face to face.

Qi Huan's mood was complicated. There was guilt in his eyes, but more of it was relief.

His son is better than him.

Although he is the war god of the previous generation, he comes from a royal family and has a high starting point.

But his son climbed up from the bottom and relied on his own hands to achieve what he is today.

He is not as good as his son!

"Fengtang, you have taken good care of your mother, and you are very pleased to be a father..."

"Shut up!" Luo Fengtang shouted coldly at Qi Huan.

"You don't deserve to mention my mother, and I don't have a father like you!"

Qi Huan was stunned for a moment, then stood there and smiled bitterly.

"I know that you resent me deeply. It's my father's fault. I'm sorry for you, mother and son."

"You kid, you can scold me if you want. My father won't blame you."

"Swearing? For a scumbag like you, will swearing be useful to you?"

Qi Huan was stunned for a moment, "What is a scumbag?"

Luo Fengtang frowned: "You don't deserve to know!"

"Okay, I don't deserve it, so I won't ask." Qi Huan shrugged and smiled silently.

Seeing that Qi Huan still had the heart to laugh, Luo Fengtang's anger surged upwards.

"What do you want to do when you catch up?" Qi Huan asked again.

"I want to beat you up!" Luo Fengtang did not hide anything and told the truth what he was thinking.

Qi Huan was surprised again. He didn't expect Luo Fengtang's answer to be so "unscrupulous" or "rebellious".

"Boy, if beating me up will make you feel better, then go ahead and do it. Dad won't blame you!" The green electric light on Luo Fengtang's fist crackled again.

Qi Huan narrowed his eyes and stood there with no intention of dodge, his thin face looked peaceful.

But the guard who retreated to the side, the driver earlier, couldn't hold himself back.

He jumped out again and protected Qi Huan.

"Qi Bing, please retreat."

"Master, your body..."

"Back off!"

Qi Huan opened his eyes and glanced at Qi Bing.

Qi Bing frowned, sheathed his sword and stepped aside again.

Qi Huan looked at Luo Fengtang with a calm face: "If I can die under the fist of my son, maybe the sins of my life will be washed away."

"Your mother also gave me an explanation."

"Boy, just do it. Dad doesn't blame you. Dad will be very happy that you helped me find relief!"

Qi Huan closed his eyes.

Luo Fengtang's face gradually became distorted, the lightning in his fists was filled with sparks, his whole body was full of murderous intent, but his eyes were painful and ferocious.

It was as if a wild beast was roaring inside him, and every voice was screaming for him to kill Qi Huan.

The scenes in his mind were all about his mother's lonely and deserted appearance all these years, the thirty-four years of waiting.

It was also the thirty-four years since he was abandoned.

He has been ostracized by the children in the village since he was a child. Others say that he is a wild child picked up from outside and a bastard that his parents don't want.

His eyes were filled with blood. The Qi Huan in front of him was the man who killed his mother. He had committed a heinous crime!

However, this fist was so heavy. He clearly wanted to hit it, but there was a strange force trying to stop him.

He knew clearly that it was the suppressed part of his blood that came from his father, and he had the blood of the man he hated the most flowing through him!
Chapter completed!