Feng Long clasped his fists and said respectfully: "It is the honor of his grandson to be able to share the worries and problems for his grandfather!"

Feng Tianyang only has Feng Long, the grandson, who is calm and cautious in his work, and he is very cunning. He also sees all this. He thinks that after a hundred years, his cultivation level reaches a higher level, he will completely hand over the Xiaohe time and space to Feng Long for management.

Feng Tianyang nodded with great satisfaction to Feng Long's answer and praised: "Long'er, you are becoming more and more like the demeanor of grandpa!"

Feng Long could naturally hear the profound meaning contained in this sentence and flatteredly said: "The grandson is still much worse than grandpa!"

At this moment, a bright light shone in the sky of Xiaohe space and time.

Such dazzling light attracted Feng Tianyang and Feng Long's grandson to look immediately, and only saw a figure flashing out of the light, and this person was Xiao Yang!

“It’s time to come!”

Feng Tianyang gritted his teeth and said fiercely, clenching his fists even more.

He had long expected that after Feng Long got the white jade from the people of the Holy Land of Ten Directions, Xiao Yang would get the news of the wind. He set up a net of heaven and earth in the Xiaohe space and space early in the morning, waiting for Xiao Yang to come to the net of gouging.

Xiao Yang's toe taps the void lightly, his body is like the wind, and his eyes are wandering between pavilions and towers.

Suddenly, a group of Feng's servants flashed by his side and surrounded him.

The leader is the master Jiao Biansheng who has been with Feng Tianyang for many years.

Jiao Biansheng received the favor of Feng Tianyang in his early years, but he was also a person who was grateful for his gratitude. Even if Feng Tianyang had been abolished by Xiao Yang for thousands of years, he still stayed by his side without any complaints.

Kebian Sheng held two swords in both hands, and the blade shook the cold and the cold light splashed everywhere.

"Xiao Yang, you still dare to come here. This time you will definitely be back and forth!"

The face of Kou Biansheng was ferocious, his words were fierce, and the cold light in his eyes seemed like two sharp blades.

Xiao Yang's mouth curled up with a mocking smile, "Haha, you are really ignorant and fearless! Thousands of years ago, your master was defeated by my hands. Could it be that you are still afraid that you, a dog?"

"Your mother is looking for death!"

Jiao Biansheng was really angry by Xiao Yang's words and shouted suddenly.

Holding two swords, he stepped forward.

The two swords danced and made the scalp numb.

Feng Tianyang and Feng Long stood on the high platform building side by side, staring at the scene in front of him with good eyes.

"Grandpa, is this Jiao Biansheng Xiao Yang's opponent?"

Feng Long had never seen Xiao Yang take action, and Feng Tianyang was unwilling to mention that battle a thousand years ago.

Feng Tianyang's breath spurted a contemptuous cold snorting, saying, "If it were Xiao Yang a thousand years ago, Jiao Biansheng would naturally be no match for him. Now Xiao Yang is just a waste who has lost his soul. Jiao Biansheng can play with him in his palm!"

Jiao Biansheng has never stopped practicing for a thousand years. Now his cultivation has reached the level of the Divine Slaughter, which is comparable to Feng Tianyang.

When the Feng family saw Jiao Biansheng taking action, they all rushed towards Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang had a straight eye, and the playful smile on his face was even deeper, and he said disdainfully: "What a group of guys who are overestimating their abilities!"

While speaking, the two long swords in Jiao Biansheng's hand had approached Xiao Yang, slashed in the sky, carrying the fierce cold wind.
Chapter completed!