Emperor, please come to the couch: The evil concubine with a black belly is all over the world

Chapter 65

When the auction was about to end, the last few auction items were not bad, but Feng Qing didn't sell them.

Originally, he wanted to buy a magic weapon for Feng Si'an, but when he saw the quality of the things that did not meet his psychological expectations, he stopped, thinking that if he had the opportunity to buy her a better one in the future. of.

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On the morning of the Dabi, the courtyard where Feng Si'an lived unexpectedly had a spiritual riot.

Many disciples of the Feng family were attracted by this spiritual violence.

Seeing the spiritual power in the surrounding air rushing towards the house where Feng Si'an lived like a tide, these Feng's disciples didn't know whether they were jealous or envious.

An indescribable feeling lingered in their hearts, and they stared blankly at the unopened vermilion door.

No one knew what was going on in his heart, and there were many onlookers, but at this moment, no one spoke harsh words.Because after all, no one could make such a big commotion when they broke through.

This situation lasted for about a stick of incense...

Sitting on her little bed, Feng Si'an opened her eyes gently, only feeling that her consciousness was uncontrollable like water waves, spilling out with a sound of waves.

Spiritual consciousness covered her small courtyard, and then started to walk around, unexpectedly broke into Feng Qing's courtyard by accident.

Feng Qing was taking a bath, and felt that someone was spying with her spiritual sense, and just about to attack, she felt that it was actually Feng Si'an's divine sense, and quickly withdrew her own spiritual sense.

There was a wave of spiritual power in his hand, and the clothes hanging beside him flew up, and as soon as his hands slapped the water, a curtain made of water covered Feng Qing's body, and when the water curtain fell, he had already put on his coat. .

However, the clothes were a little damp, and they were tightly attached to his thin but material body.

Feng Si'an's face flushed, and she managed to control her spiritual sense, and took it back.

But the scene of Feng Qing taking a bath couldn't be lingered in her mind.

Her face was hot and red, she stood up quickly, patted her face with the cold water in the basin, and then pushed open the door of the room.

Feng Jinbao, who had been waiting outside the door early, greeted Feng Si'an happily when he saw Feng Si'an coming out, "Congratulations, little master, for breaking through the third level of spiritual masters and stepping into the ranks of intermediate spiritual masters."

Feng Si'an smiled, the wide sleeves of the light blue robe on her body were blown up by the wind, she patted the corner of the clothes lightly.

Then walked towards the trial ground of the Feng family competition.

Because of the clan comparison today, the Feng family is filled with joy.

Probably the annual clan competition is a day for some disciples to feel proud, so they are all extremely happy.

Three arenas have been set up on the proving ground, and the thirty of them participating in the clan competition were divided into three groups.

In the first match, every ten people will fight in the same arena, and whoever falls off the arena first will be considered a challenge failure and will be out of the game within the time of a stick of incense.

After the lottery, Feng Si'an was assigned to the third ring. Except for her and another woman she didn't know, the rest were all men.

And in terms of age, Feng Si'an is the most disadvantaged, because everyone else is basically 13 years old and above, and she is the only one who is only eight years old.

After the lottery was drawn, because the time was not up yet, she sat on a chair beside her and took a nap.

To be honest, there were ten of them in a group, and she didn't know any of them.

Just because she doesn't know them doesn't mean they aren't her.

So before she sat down and warmed up the chair, someone came over to find fault.

"Hello, are you Feng Shisan?"

Feng Si'an slightly raised her eyelids when she heard someone finding fault, and snorted coldly.

The visitor was different from Feng Si'an, he was dressed in short combat, standard fighting equipment.There is a soft sword pinned to his waist, and it seems that his weapon is a long sword without accident.

He looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a few young stubbles just sprouting from his mouth, his bird's nest was sunken, his eyes were relatively large, and he looked weird.

The first impression wasn't too bad, so Feng Si'an responded to him, raised her eyebrows, and expressed doubts.

"My name is Feng Wu, and I'm the son of the elder of the third branch of the Feng family." Feng Wu looked at Feng Si'an's big watery eyes, and there was a flash of shyness on his face. Feng Si'an repented and refused to listen to him.

"And then?" Feng Si'an was always indifferent to people she didn't know, but it made her enthusiastic, it seemed that there was really no one else except Feng Qing.

So at this point, it seems that there is no difference between her and Feng Qing.

Feng Wu was a little embarrassed, "No, I just came to say hello to you."

"Oh." Feng Si'an lowered her eyelids, a little disinterested, "The greeting is over, you can go."

Feng Wu's face was flushed with embarrassment, and the people next to him couldn't stand it anymore, and grabbed Feng Wu's arm, "I told you that she is very cold, don't make fun of yourself. Like us She won't take a second look at a disciple with a low status. If you don't listen to me, what's the matter, I'm right."

After the man finished speaking, he glanced at Feng Si'an, the hostility in his eyes was so clear.

Feng Si'an doesn't care what they think of her, and she is not familiar with her, so why should she treat her as a friend for decades and let her come forward to chat with a smile? ?
It's really funny, especially these Feng's disciples she is more reluctant to contact, one is more selfish than the other, and the other is more extreme.

Rather than being hurt later, it is better not to touch early.

Several crisp copper bells rang.

The head of the Feng family, several elders of the Feng family and others stepped onto the high platform next to the ring.

Patriarch Feng sat on the main seat and nodded slightly towards the elders beside him.

The Great Elder whispered something to the disciple next to him, only to see that disciple stepped forward and struck a gong with a gong in his hand.

"The clan competition begins! All contestants are asked to stand on the ring where they should stand according to the serial numbers they have drawn. The competition is about to begin."

It was the first time for Feng Si'an to participate in the clan competition, and it was also the first time to see her, so she found it very novel, and the people in their group came up to the stage.

With the sound of a gong, the game officially started.

It was also the beginning of this melee.

To be honest, ten people are really not crowded in a ring, because the stage is really big.

They should have said before that they would get the youngest Feng Si'an down just after the start of the game, that's why everyone's attacks were all on her right after the start of the game.

This was actually within her expectations. If she hadn't passed the first round at the beginning, it would not only hit her in the face, but also Feng Qing's.

But it's really idiotic to want to spoil her so easily!
Feng Si'an's eyes were fixed on the front, seeing that when their attack came, her feet were out of place, and then she pulled the person closest to her...

(End of this chapter)