Chapter 35: Martial Ring
“Feng Yu is truly that strong?”
Early in the morning, in the Hidden Dragon Courtyard, there was a curtain of white foggy mist that was left, carrying a sense of coolness in the air.
Feng Feiyun was adorned with an unblemished white silk robe, with his hair tied high above by a white headband cloth; he resembled a refined and gentle gifted scholar.
This was also the first time Feng Jianxue had seen the handsome outer appearance of Feiyun. She didn’t think that this bastard still had this kind of temperament; he could absolutely be considered a bright young master.
Feng Jianxue restrained her thoughts and her gaze from him, and she then said, while maintaining a cold countenance:
“Feng Yu is the genius of the third branch of the Feng Clan. He is sixteen years old. He is young, but his cultivation is frighteningly high. There was an uncle from an older generation who fought with him, but he was defeated by just one blow; the strength of this person is like a brute beast.”
“A genius’s talent, no matter how strong, without good fortune, he still wouldn’t be able to become a master. However, this Feng Yu is someone with great fortune. During his childhood, in the ancient Jing Huan Mountains, he found a secret ground. He obtained a drop of spirit spring water, and, after drinking it, his body was refined. His body became much stronger; even sabers and swords were not able to pierce through his skin.”
Feng Feiyun originally looked down on the geniuses of the fifth generations, but after hearing the words of Feng Jianxue, he became more serious. Spirit spring water and spirit medicine were godly materials of the same rank. One drop of spirit spring water could completely change the physique of a person to the point where it could not longer be underestimated. Feng Yu was definitely not an ordinary person.
Feng Hao was sent away by a servant last night. As someone who had his dantian destroyed, he could no longer be called a Hidden Dragon. Thus, he was no longer qualified to stay at the Hidden Dragon Courtyard.
This was the sorrow of a practitioner; once the foundation was destroyed, so was the entire body.
Anger was written on the face of Feng Ming. He tightly gripped his fists, and he said:
“Little Sister Jianxue, Sister is the one with the strongest cultivation out of all of us; you must make Feng Yu pay with interest.”