Dressed as a sickly prince brat's own mother

"That's enough!" Fengyun Tian seemed to have expected this result. Instead, he pointed to Fengzi. "Since you think jiuer has no spiritual power and can't be the next owner of the Feng family, I'll let my grandson do it."

Unexpectedly, Feng Taiyong sneered, "master, are you kidding? This little bastard doesn't even know who his father is: why is he qualified to be the master of the Feng family?"

"Who do you say is a wild seed?" Feng Yuntian's face sank and snorted coldly from his nostrils: "this is my grandson, who is the direct line of my Feng family. Don't blame me for not being polite!"

"It's clearly a wild seed. I won't let you say it."

……

"Enough!"

The charming female voice broke the dispute. Feng Jiuxi glanced at the small steamed stuffed bun with her head hanging from beginning to end. Her eyes showed love, and then her tone was firm: "what you fight for is meaningless."

"What do you want to do?" Feng Yejia asked reluctantly.

Feng Jiuxi Almond's eyes flashed a fierce look, only listening to the gentle female voice, "the mainland has always respected martial arts. It's meaningless to take advantage of the speed of speech. Let's compare our strength directly."

After a pause, she said: "There are many young people in the Feng family. I also know that you are not the only one who is unconvinced in the family. Let's have a fair competition. As long as anyone wins, he can inherit the Feng family and become the next owner. If I win, all your collateral positions in the Feng family will be returned to me. If you win, you will be the fair successor of the Feng family in the future , how's it going? "

"Jiu'er, don't fool around!" Feng Yuntian whispered: his face showed a worried look.

In his eyes, although Feng Jiuxi has good skills, no matter how good his skills are, ordinary people are also vulnerable to spirits above the orange level!

tournament?

This is just fat meat sent to the door for slaughter!

Feng Yejia was overjoyed. Looking at the whole Feng family, she was the only one in the younger generation who broke through the Yellow stage at a young age. Feng Jiuxi had lost all her power and became a waste a few years ago, which was not enough to fear.

"OK, I promise you!" Feng Yejia was rarely happy.

"Seven days later, in Dali temple, we will have a fair competition." Feng Jiuxi said in a deep voice.

"OK! Have courage!" Feng Taiyong took the lead in clapping and turned to Feng Yuntian: "master, since she has spoken, let's compete and choose according to her meaning!"

"You! Clearly know my nine sons she..." Feng Yuntian was very anxious. In the dark where several people couldn't see, his hand was pinched by Feng Jiuxi.

Being secretly reminded by Feng Jiuxi, Feng Yuntian took a few deep breaths and finally stopped talking.

Seeing his acquiescence, Feng Ye Jiasheng was afraid that she would repent. He took Feng Taiyong's hand and hurried away.

The two men just left the listening to the rain building. Feng Taiyong suddenly stopped. She felt flustered and frowned: "how do I think this is strange? Be careful."

I don't know why. Obviously, this is a good thing falling from the sky. He has been looking forward to this day for many years, but now he feels flustered when he is dangling in front of him.

All this... Happened too smoothly.

Feng Yejia endured the pain on her face and said proudly, "don't worry, father, I've already tested it just now. Feng Jiuxi's woman is a waste. If she really had spiritual power, she would have done it just now. How could she wait until you came."

She is bound to win this competition!