The man was wearing a luxurious robe that overflowed with colors. It was obvious that the material of his robe was not ordinary. His black hair draped behind his head, and his eyes were bright. His entire body exuded a great charm. Just by standing there, the ground beneath his feet turned slightly yellow. Wisps of hot air spread out, and the weeds around him all withered.
"This person is not simple!"
A purple light flashed in Fenghao's eyes, and his heart moved.
Because of the Heaven-Battling Ancient Tomb, this place could be said to be a gathering of heroes. Those who could come here were all geniuses. However, the man in front of him was classified by Feng Hao as a saint of a holy land or an elite disciple of a hidden family.
Yan Qing only glanced at him, then continued her struggle. Xue Yan, on the other hand, very quietly tore the roast meat into small pieces before putting them into her mouth. She glanced at the man, and a hint of brilliance flashed in her eyes, but she did not say anything.
Samsara?
Still like a block of ice!
"Here, here!"
Feng Hao casually tore off a piece of roast meat that weighed no less than two and a half kilograms and tossed it to the stranger.
"Hehe, many thanks."
The man chuckled, picked up the roast meat, and began to devour it madly. He cheered as he ate, looking as if he had not eaten for several days.
After eating, he looked at Feng Hao with eager eyes. In the end, he asked for another piece of roast meat that weighed five kilograms. After eating, he patted his stomach and burped in satisfaction.
"This brother's cooking skills are extraordinary. This roast meat is even more fragrant than the signature dish of the Immortal Restaurant!"
The man gave a thumbs-up and praised.
"Of course."
Yan Qing raised her fair chin proudly, as if praising her.
"You flatter me!"
Fenghao gave a faint smile as he politely replied.
He could see that this man was also an upright person.
"Haha!"
The man patted his stomach again. "Thanks for your hospitality, brother. I have something urgent to attend to, so I'll be leaving first!"
After he finished speaking, he politely said a few words before leaping up and heading towards the Abyss of Death.
"I'm Xie Yandong …"
His voice came from afar.
"Xie Yandong?Could it be someone from the Xie Clan? "
Yan Qing was stunned. She glanced at the place where the man was standing and saw the scorched earth. "As expected, he should be from the Xie Family …"
"Xie Family?"
Feng Hao was confused. However, to be able to enter the eyes of Yan Qing, the family must be extremely extraordinary!
"The Xie Family has a Fire God Body. It should be this person!"
A few dry and choppy words slowly rang out. Feng Hao and Yan Qing both looked over in astonishment.
That's right, it was Samsara!
He probably hadn't spoken for a long time. No, he probably hadn't spoken at all!
"You can talk?!"
Yan Qing's eyes widened as she exclaimed.
Samsara glanced at her without saying anything and continued to gnaw on the roasted meat in her hand.
"Oh my god, Feng Hao, did you hear that? This block of ice can actually talk!"
Yan Qing stretched out her greasy hands and grabbed Feng Hao's sleeves.
"Uh …"
Looking at his greasy sleeves, the corner of Feng Hao's mouth twitched without a trace. He immediately nodded his head, indicating that he had heard it.
"Yanzi, did you see that?"
"Little Qing!"
Yan Qing didn't want to let it go, but Xue Yan snorted at her. After a while, Yan Qing noticed that Feng Hao's sleeves were stained with grease. She smiled at Feng Hao.
"How do you know that Xie Yandong is the hidden Fire God Body of the Xie Family?"
Turning around, Yan Qing asked again with interest.
Obviously, she had also heard about it. However, the Xie Family treasured the Fire God Body very much. They had been hearing about it, but no one knew who had the Fire God Body.
"Intuition!"
Samsara replied coldly and didn't say anything else after that.
Only Xue Yan knew what was going on with his change. At this moment, her heart was filled with sweetness.
"Fire God Body …"
Purple light surged. Feng Hao looked at the place where the man stood again, but he found that the land was not only scorched, but also lifeless. His heart trembled. "I'm afraid it's another incredible Divine Body …"
"Feng Hao."
Yan Qing squinted her eyes and glanced at Feng Hao, making him feel a little scared. Then, she asked, "Are you from the Feng Family?"
As soon as this question was asked, Xue Yan and Samsara both looked at him.
With the talent that Feng Hao had shown, it was hard for them to accept that he was just someone from a small family in a small kingdom.
Because Feng Hao's performance was too outstanding …
"Of course I'm from the Feng Family!"
Feng Hao shrank his body and nodded.
"No, I'm not talking about the Feng Family in the West Mist Kingdom. I'm talking about the Feng Family in the Imperial City!"
Yan Qing shook her head and explained anxiously.
"Feng Family in the Imperial City …"
The smile on Feng Hao's face slowly disappeared.
He had to go to the Feng Family in the Imperial City. No matter what, the body of his ancestor, Feng Ni, must be sent back to the Feng Family. Moreover, according to Feng Chen, it would be best if he could recognize his ancestors and return to the Feng Family!
"If I'm lucky enough to come back alive after going to the Beimang Forbidden Land, then I'll make a trip to the Imperial City …"
Feng Hao let out a long sigh in his heart. Immediately, the corners of his mouth curled up as he asked Yan Qing. "What do you think?"
"How could it be?"
Yan Qing rejected it herself. "If it's the bloodline of the Feng Family in the Imperial City, how could it be that they are in such dire straits?"
What happened in the past was still fresh in her memory. The Feng Family in Yulan City was forced to a dead end by a few Martial Grandmasters. The gap between the two was too big!
"Hehe."
The corners of Feng Hao's mouth curled up, but he did not explain.
"However … the Feng Family in the Imperial City doesn't seem to be having a good time either."
Yan Qing tore another piece of barbecued meat and said slowly as she ate.
"Hmm?"
Feng Hao stopped eating and looked at her in confusion.
"Rumor has it that the Monarch Weapon of the Feng Family was lost by an elite disciple a few thousand years ago … Moreover, the Feng Family hasn't produced any outstanding figures in the past few years. Therefore, their status is definitely not guaranteed …"
"It's already very good that they've been able to hold on for a few thousand years with their foundation. However, it will be difficult to hold on any longer …"
"Sigh!Thinking back to the ancient times, the Great Emperor of the Feng Family was so glorious. His bloodline has actually declined just like that. What a pity … "
"After countless years, the Monarch Bloodline has become thinner and thinner. Now, the Feng Family is only relying on those few people with the Monarch Bloodline to support themselves …"
Yan Qing mumbled while eating. Finally, she took out a white handkerchief and wiped her greasy lips. Then, she said, "However, the Feng Family will probably be expelled from the Imperial City next year …"
"Why?"
Feng Hao blurted out.
Yan Qing's words made his mood become rather heavy. He didn't expect that the Feng Family, who had lost their Monarch Weapon, would be in such dire straits that they were actually on the verge of being expelled from the Imperial City!
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