"Fourth brother..."

Feng Ling and Feng Yang had the best relationship. They were young and rushed forward without thinking.

Feng Peng originally thought the matter was strange, but after thinking about it, he did not stop his daughter.

Since Feng Yang is standing here smoothly, it proves that there is no fatal danger here. As for why Feng Yang doesn't go home, this is a big problem.

Feng Peng and Feng Kuang beside him looked at each other and reminded him not to take it lightly.

The situation is a bit strange, there must be other people in this valley.

Feng Kuang made a gesture and told others to be careful.

Several guards opened their backpacks and quickly assembled two iron shields.

Several archers also took out their longbows, took the wolf-tooth arrow, and inspected the whole country with vigilantly.

A group of people maintained a complete combat formation and stayed there to watch.

Fengpeng brought Feng Kuang to Feng Yang's side.

"Fourth brother, what's wrong with you? Why don't you go home?"

Feng Ling was still asking anxiously, but Feng Yang was so excited that he couldn't speak, just crying bitterly.

"Feng Yang, what's wrong with you? What about Feng Yuan and the others?"

Feng Peng was very strict with his sons, and they all called their names directly. When he saw Feng Yang, he would cry loudly, and Feng Peng felt even more unhappy. His tone became a little cold and harsh.

"Father."

Feng Yang was afraid of his father since he was a child. Seeing Feng Peng's face turned gloomy, he felt even more depressed. He didn't dare to cry anymore and hurriedly knelt down.

"What the hell is going on? Where are Feng Zhen and the others?"

Feng Kuang asked impatiently.

When the wind was lifted, the wind blew, and the nose felt sour again, and tears couldn't stop coming out again.

"Teacher, Uncle Six and others are all dead, wow..."

Feng Yang is just a fifteen-year-old boy. He has been tortured by Gao Zhengyang in the past few months and has always been very depressed.

After finally seeing their relatives, they looked like they were judging thieves, which made Feng Yang feel even more aggrieved. He also thought of the tragic death of Feng Yuan and others, and felt even more sad and burst into tears again.

"What, all died!"

Although Feng Kuang was prepared for a long time, his face changed drastically when he heard the bad news and it was difficult to control himself.

Feng Ling beside him was also as if he was struck by lightning, and his little face turned pale.

Feng Peng's expression remained motionless, but his heart was cold.

In contrast, he would rather die a son and let everyone else live.

"Stop crying, make it clear."

Feng Peng's tone was even more stern. If Feng Yang were not his son, he would have asked him long ago.

"Father, my dear," Feng Yang could not control his excitement and sobbed.

"Bang"

Feng Peng raised his hand and slapped Feng Yang. Half of Feng Yang's face suddenly became swelling.

"Why are you crying? Just tell me what you are like a sissy."

Feng Yang was also much more awake when he was beaten, and he didn't dare to hesitate anymore, and hurriedly said, "It's Gao Zhengyang, the teacher and the others were all killed by him."

"That stupid boy? Impossible!" Feng Ling couldn't believe it, his voice suddenly rose very high, and he instinctively refuted.

Feng Peng ignored Feng Ling and said in a deep voice: "Gao Zhengyang is the fool who got the magic weapon in the rumor?"

"Yes." Feng Yang hurriedly said, "He is a very strange and dangerous person. Father, you should leave quickly."

"Let's go, you stay?"

Feng Peng's face became even more gloomy. After not seeing him for several months, his son became so incompetent that he could not even speak.

How could Gao Zhengyang spare him if he killed Feng Yuan and the others!

What's more, he may have magic weapons on him, so he can't let it go.

"Father, Gao Zhengyang is so scary, you should leave first. The master doesn't let me go, I can't leave."

Feng Yang advised anxiously that in the past two or three months, he had watched Gao Zhengyang become stronger step by step, but he was afraid that his father might not be his opponent now.

What's even more terrifying is that there is a powerful man in the Heavenly Level behind Gao Zhengyang.

Feng Yang is not a fool either. After so long, he also knows how serious he is.

Juemio looked gentle, but calm and ruthless.

Moreover, Juemio taught Gao Zhengyang carefully, as if he was treating his disciples.

Feng Yang was the servant who served Gao Zhengyang in Juemi's eyes.

It is precisely because of the cruel reality that Feng Yang dared not have any thoughts of resisting.

No matter how powerful my father is, he can defeat Gao Zhengyang, but he is not an enemy of the destruction.

That is a powerful man in the heavenly level, a tribe like the Jifeng tribe, can be destroyed by turning his palms.

"Master, which master?" Feng Peng asked in surprise.

Those who can be called masters are not ordinary people.

Jue Mie and Feng Yang said that his identity should be kept confidential.

Feng Yang looked panicked, but he didn't dare to answer directly. He then advised: "Father, you should leave quickly, it will be too late to wait until Gao Zhengyang comes back."

Feng Peng looked at Feng Yang deeply. Although Feng Yang looked anxious and frightened, his eyes were very clear and serious, and obviously he was not going crazy anymore.

After thinking about it, Feng Peng grabbed it and held it in Feng Ling's hand and ordered: "Let's leave immediately."

Feng Ling was very reluctant, but seeing that his father looked gloomy and dared not speak. He could only pout with a reluctant look.

"But,"

Feng Kuang didn't want to leave, and he couldn't figure out why he wanted to leave. He felt that Feng Yang might be frightened and would talk nonsense.

But when Feng Peng's stern eyes swept away, Feng Kuang did not dare to object anymore, and swallowed the questions later.

"Fourth Brother," Feng Ling was reluctant to leave and wanted Feng Yang to go with them.

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a loud roar from afar.

"roar……"

The thick and huge roars and sound waves surged from afar like substance.

It was like a huge wave coming towards us, flooding everyone.

The sound came quickly, but it kept lingering and echoed among the mountains.

"It's over, Gao Zhengyang is back."

Feng Yang looked desperate. As soon as he heard this voice, he knew that Gao Zhengyang was back.

"Gao Zhengyang!"

Feng Ling couldn't help asking, his tone inevitably disagreeing. There were so many people and his father was there, and the fourth brother was actually afraid of that fool Gao Zhengyang!

But her cultivation level was shallow, and her whole body was soft and she was shaken by the sound wave just now, and her voice was a little trembling. It sounded a bit funny.

Feng Peng, Feng Kuang and others had never seen Gao Zhengyang, but the roar was domineering and breathtaking, and it was amazing. There was a little more solemn on their faces.

The Qifeng tribe and others also became nervous, turned around, clasped their weapons, and prepared for the battle.

"Is it that white tiger?" Feng Peng asked Feng Yang.

"It's Gao Zhengyang and the kitten," Feng Yang explained, and immediately realized something was wrong, and hurriedly said: "It's the White Tiger..."

Before Feng Yang could explain clearly, the White Tiger had already rushed into the valley and ran straight to the front of the Qifeng tribe before stopping.

The white tiger's golden eyes showed a little doubt, and he couldn't figure out where so many people appeared.

The more than 20 people from the Qifeng tribe are the worst second-level warriors.

Everyone felt a sense of trembling when they were swept by the white tiger's golden eyes.

The white tiger's body is too tall and mighty, and just standing there quietly gives people a huge threat.

But the most eye-catching thing is the man riding on the white tiger.

This man has long eyebrows, tiger eyes, a straight nose and mouth. Although he is not handsome, he is handsome and quite heroic.

Especially the pair of long eyebrows, which were pitch black and shiny, raised high, and slightly bent into a beautiful curve at the corners of the eyebrows.

His entire facial features became three-dimensional and distinct, and there was an unusual look between his eyebrows, which was impressive.

There is no hair on the head, only a thin layer of blue hair. It is clean and neat and a little more tough.

The most eye-catching thing is that I only wore shorts all over my body.
To be continued...