Tianyun Clan.
As the strongest clan in the empire, the Tianyun Clan was filled with powerhouses and tens of thousands of disciples. There was no shortage of geniuses.
Huangfu Qing and Mo Ling 'er were talented, but they were only above average in the Tianyun Clan.
Huangfu Qing's brother was the real genius disciple of the Tianyun Clan.
Huangfu Qing and Mo Ling 'er were very popular in the Tianyun Clan because of their relationship with Huangfu Qing's brother. Many senior brothers and sisters were polite to them.
After staying in the Tianyun Clan for a year, Huangfu Qing had broken through to the first level of the Origin Core stage. Even Mo Ling 'er was now at the eighth level of the Essence Transformation stage.
If it weren't for the Tianyun Clan's strong foundation, their cultivation wouldn't have improved so quickly.
"Ling 'er, I just received news that Feng Wuchen returned to Wushuang City yesterday. Yang Zhongtian and a dozen guards of the Yang family were killed."
At the back mountain of the Tianyun Clan, Mo Ling 'er was practicing when Huangfu Qing came to inform her.
Mo Ling 'er slowly opened her eyes and said coldly, "I already know, he's just coming back to die. Although the academy is responsible for every student, once the Tianyun Clan takes action, the academy won't dare to intervene. This time, the Feng family will die!"
"Yes, if it weren't for the academy's relationship with the empire, why would the Tianyun Clan give face to the academy?" Huangfu Qing nodded.
After a pause, Huangfu Qing said, "I just don't know what cultivation level Feng Wuchen is at now, but that girl Ling Xiaoxiao is already at the first level of the Origin Core stage."
"We have the help of the Tianyun Clan to have our current cultivation level. Feng Wuchen can't surpass us," Mo Ling 'er said confidently. In her eyes, Feng Wuchen seemed to always be so weak.
Mo Ling 'er didn't believe that Feng Wuchen was more powerful than the Tianyun Clan.
If they knew that Yang Zhongtian was killed by Feng Wuchen, what would their expressions be like?
"Ling Xiaoxiao!" Mo Ling 'er's eyes flashed with malice. Speaking of Ling Xiaoxiao, her heart was filled with anger.
Whether it was in terms of beauty or cultivation, Ling Xiaoxiao was above Mo Ling 'er, which made Mo Ling' er very jealous.
What made Mo Linger even more upset was that Ling Xiaoxiao was still following Feng Wuchen!
This was a blatant slap to her face!
Because in the eyes of those who didn't know the truth, it wasn't her who dumped Feng Wuchen, but Feng Wuchen who dumped her and found a prettier woman.
Huangfu proudly smiled and said, "I'm not worried that he will surpass us. I'm just curious about how much a second-grade Martial Spirit can improve in this one year. However, he was able to defeat Yang Tian and kill Mo Yu a year ago. His strength is indeed not weak."
"Big Brother Huangfu, let's go down the mountain in a few days." Mo Ling 'er looked at Huangfu and said.
Huangfu nodded and said: "Don't worry, Ling 'er, the Feng Clan will perish!"
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After Feng Wuchen returned from the Lin Clan, he began to cultivate. As long as the Yang Clan and the Mo Clan did not interfere, Feng Wuchen would temporarily ignore them.
Feng Zhengxiong's birthday was approaching and the Feng Clan had already started to prepare and send out invitations.
Of course, Feng Zhengxiong's birthday only invited the forces around Wushuang City. He did not even invite the Sky Flame Academy.
The Feng Clan was not a big family, so they couldn't invite all the forces in Tianzhou, right?
Of course, many forces knew about the grudge between the Feng Clan and the Mo Clan, so they probably wouldn't dare to come. In short, the invitations were sent out and it was their business whether they came or not. Feng Wuchen did not care at all.
Even if they were afraid of the Huangfu Clan and no forces came, Feng Zhengxiong's birthday would not be canceled.
Time passed day by day. On the day of Feng Zhengxiong's birthday, the Feng Clan was extremely lively. Feng Zhengxiong's face was full of smiles.
Pavilion Master Yu Wanxiong of the Thousand Treasure Pavilion and Lin Tianxing of the Lin Clan were the first to come and celebrate.
However, it was still a little cold.
After that, it was the few forces around Wushuang City that had a good relationship with the Feng Clan. Seeing that it was almost time, the other forces were still nowhere to be seen.
Feng Zhengxiong and the rest had already guessed it.
Feng Wuchen and the rest could understand. After all, they were all small forces and did not dare to make an enemy out of the Huangfu Clan.
"Brother Feng, Brother Lin, the three of us can be considered as friends of life and death. To be able to make friends with the two of you in this lifetime, even if I die, it will be worth it. Let me toast to the two of you." Yu Wanxiong raised his wine cup and smiled.
"Brother Feng is an upright and righteous person. You have also saved my Zhao Clan from disaster. I also toast to Brother Feng!" Patriarch Zhao raised his wine cup and said heroically.
The people who came to celebrate the birthday all toasted to Feng Zhengxiong.
"The Feng Clan is now in danger. I am very grateful that everyone can come! Cheers! "Feng Zhengxiong laughed heroically. He had a posture of drinking today and did not care about what would happen in the future.
"Father! I also toast to you. I wish that Father's cultivation will improve day by day! May you live to a hundred years old! "Feng Wuchen raised his wine cup and toasted.
Everyone in the Feng Clan also toasted. Even though no one came to celebrate the birthday, it was still lively.
"Patriarch! The Mo Clan and Yang Clan are here! There are so many of them! "At this moment, a guard rushed in to report.
Feng Zhengxiong and Yu Wanxiong's faces darkened. The Mo Clan and Yang Clan obviously did not come with good intentions.
"Let them in." Feng Wuchen said lightly. He then said to Feng Zhengxiong, "Father, don't worry. Today is your birthday. Everyone is a guest."
Feng Zhengxiong nodded. However, he was still worried. After all, Feng Wuchen killed Yang Zhongtian. Liu Qingyang and Miao Qingqing killed more than ten guards from the Yang Clan. Would the Yang Clan let this go?
"Patriarch Feng is celebrating your birthday. We came uninvited. You won't reject us right?" Mo Kun smiled and said with a very friendly look.
Mo Kun was accompanied by the elders and higher-ups of the Mo Clan. Mo Ling 'er was among them.
"Everyone who comes is a guest." Feng Wuchen said calmly. There was no change in his expression.
"Feng Wuchen, long time no see." Mo Ling 'er said coldly. She was very arrogant.
When Mo Ling 'er saw Ling Xiaoxiao, her beautiful eyes lit up with anger.
Ling Xiaoxiao was even more beautiful than a year ago. Her cultivation level was also higher. This made Mo Ling 'er very jealous. She wanted to kill Ling Xiaoxiao immediately.
The more proud Feng Wuchen was, the more Mo Ling 'er hated him!
Feng Wuchen glanced at Mo Ling 'er calmly. After a year, Feng Wuchen had completely let go. He no longer felt anything when facing Mo Ling' er. It was as if she was a stranger.
"The Tianyun Clan is indeed powerful. I haven't seen you for a year and you've already broken through to the eighth level of the essence transformation realm." Feng Wuchen said calmly. He did not look at Mo Ling 'er.
"Is she that despicable Mo Ling 'er?" Liu Qingyang asked in a low voice. He glanced at Ling Xiaoxiao.
"Yes." Ling Xiaoxiao nodded.
Miao Qingqing whispered, "Our Xiaoxiao is still the best. She's much prettier than her."
"Chen 'er is right. Everyone who comes is a guest. Please come in," Feng Zhengxiong said generously.
"Feng Zhengxiong, you didn't even invite us to your birthday celebration. Are you looking down on us?" Yang Qingyun asked coldly. There was a trace of killing intent and anger in her eyes.
Yang Shan said in a low voice, "Patriarch Feng's birthday celebration, it seems that no one came to congratulate him."
"Yang Qingyun, if you're here to cause trouble, the elders will not welcome you!" Lin Tianxing shouted coldly. Even a fool could see that they were here to cause trouble.
"Cause trouble? Hmph! " Yang Qingyun glanced at Lin Tianxing in disdain and said coldly, "The Feng Clan killed Yang Zhongtian and dozens of our guards. You say I'm here to cause trouble?"
"Feng Wuchen, you killed my son. I must kill you today!" Mo Yuankong roared furiously, his killing intent soaring to the sky.
Feng Zhengxiong said in a low voice, "Then we'll see what you're capable of!"
"Feng Zhengxiong, without the protection of the academy, your Feng Clan will die today! But before that, we still have to give you a birthday gift. Our gift is not simple. We spent a lot of money to make it. "Yang Qingyun sneered.
As soon as she finished speaking, a few Yang Clan guards carried a large coffin and placed it in the middle of the courtyard!
Seeing the large black coffin, Feng Zhengxiong and the others' faces darkened. The entire courtyard fell silent.
"Feng Zhengxiong, are you satisfied with this gift?" Yang Qingyun asked with a cold smile.
"The coffin is not bad. Thank you for your kindness, Patriarch Yang." Feng Wuchen smiled and glanced at the coffin. Feng Wuchen continued, "But the coffin is too small. It can't fit all of you inside. Patriarch Yang, why don't you get someone to make more coffins?"
"Hmph! Shameless boasting! "Yang Tian shouted angrily. His face was extremely cold and a biting cold murderous aura spread out.
"Bang!"
Yang Tian kicked the coffin lid. With a loud bang, the heavy coffin lid flew out and flew towards Feng Wuchen.
Feng Wuchen did not show any fear. He extended his right hand and grabbed the coffin lid with force. He easily caught the coffin lid and forcefully dispersed Yang Tian's power.
Yang Tian was at the eighth level of the Origin Transformation Realm. Even with his strength, he was unable to push Feng Wuchen back by half a step!
This meant that Feng Wuchen's strength was not below Yang Tian's.
Mo Kun frowned slightly. He stared at Feng Wuchen fiercely and said to himself, "This brat's strength has become even stronger."
"Such a good coffin cannot be damaged! Otherwise, how can I fit all of you inside? " Feng Wuchen smiled. When Feng Wuchen looked at Yang Tian again, his eyes suddenly became fierce.
"Too arrogant! Brother Yang Tian, kill him! "Yang Bufan could not bear it anymore and roared.
"Hmph!" Yang Tian's face turned sinister. He was filled with anger and was about to explode. He coldly snorted and rushed forward with all his strength. It was obvious that he was very confident in his strength.
Yang Tian was extremely fast. He punched towards Feng Wuchen's head. His fist was shining with purple light and contained an extremely fierce power. It was extremely fierce.
"Overestimating yourself!" Liu Qingyang said with disdain.
"Feng Wuchen, let me see how much you have improved in this year." Mo Linger thought to herself. Her cold and arrogant eyes stared at Feng Wuchen.
Mo Kun, Yang Qingyun, and the rest all wanted to know how strong Feng Wuchen had become after disappearing for a year.
"Yang Tian, how's your leg?" Feng Wuchen sneered. The fierceness in his eyes intensified.
"Bang!"
"Kacha!"
The moment he finished speaking, Feng Wuchen punched out. With a loud bang, it collided with Yang Tian's fist. At the moment of impact, there was a sudden cracking sound and the sound of bones breaking could be heard.
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