Chapter 1764: Futu Saint Clan, Young Master Yan, a battle with no suspense

Thinking that he might even subvert the high and mighty Five Great Saint Clans in the future,

Huo Feng's heart beat violently.

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be impulsive, I need to be calm now."

Huo Feng took a deep breath.

He felt that he still needed to be a little cautious.

If this Seed Demon Heart Sutra were accidentally spread out, it would definitely bring a devastating disaster to his Huo family, and even the entire Wuji City.

Because this technique was too heaven-defying!

And this was all the gift of that God of Fate and Creation.

"I can't be in a hurry, I have to step by step. When I have a chance later, I will first give this technique to people I trust."

"Then spread it to the entire Huo family, finally control Wuji City, and then expand to the Northern Wasteland Domain."

It could be said that Huo Feng, although mediocre for so many years,

had also polished his calm temperament.

"And for now, the most important thing is the battle in a month."

"Futu Yan, just wait, I will let you know that the so-called Saint Clan genius is nothing more than this!"

In Huo Feng's eyes, there was a flame burning.

He flashed and left directly.

And just moments after Huo Feng left,

in the forest, a young master in white robes holding an orange cat appeared.

Looking at the direction Huo Feng left, Jun Xiaoyao smiled indifferently.

"Not bad, ambitious, desirous, but not impulsive, a good seedling for doing things."

For this chess piece he chose, Jun Xiaoyao was quite satisfied.

The golden seed that Huo Feng obtained

was naturally a sub-seed separated from Jun Xiaoyao's Original Demon Seed.

And that god-like figure was Jun Xiaoyao's Divine Spirit Dharma Body.

Although it had not recovered its strength for the time being, the image was quite bluffing.

Moreover, Jun Xiaoyao also bestowed one-thousandth of his talent upon Huo Feng.

Huo Feng previously said that if he could get one-thousandth of the talent of the God of Slaughter from outside the boundary, he would even be willing to offer his soul.

And now, Jun Xiaoyao had fulfilled this wish of his.

However, what Huo Feng paid was not only himself and his soul,

but also the Huo family, Wuji City, and even the entire Northern Wasteland Domain.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

The little white tiger, being kneaded in Jun Xiaoyao's hand, was very puzzled.

She could not understand what Jun Xiaoyao's operation meant.

Of course, she naturally did not know how powerful and terrifying the Seed Demon Heart Sutra that Jun Xiaoyao had fused was.

It could be said that if the Demon Lord's Wedding Dress Demon Technique was feared by all spirits in the Boundary Sea,

then Jun Xiaoyao's Seed Demon Heart Sutra was definitely a more terrifying and heaven-defying existence.

If it were known by other forces in the Boundary Sea, they would definitely be extremely wary.

And for now, Jun Xiaoyao was using the Northern Wasteland Domain of the Profound Yellow Universe as a testing ground for his Seed Demon Heart Sutra.

Just to test how heaven-defying his technique was.

"Next, in a month, we can watch a good show, although there is no suspense." Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently.

With the group of Immortal Dao substance he bestowed, plus the Seed Demon Heart Sutra,

most importantly, Huo Feng also obtained one-thousandth of Jun Xiaoyao's cultivation talent.

This was Jun Xiaoyao's one-thousandth talent after re-cultivating his first life body.

This was much more powerful than the talent he gave to the missionary Tuoba Yu before.

If he still couldn't beat Futu Yan of the Futu Saint Clan like this,

then Jun Xiaoyao would directly erase this chess piece.

A month's time, for a cultivator, was basically a blink of an eye.

And in Wuji City, in the most lively and noisy square,

countless people had already gathered here.

Everyone was looking forward to seeing a battle.

Although it was a battle without much suspense.

A young man with a firm face had already stood in the square, his expression restrained.

Facing various pitying or mocking gazes, he remained unmoved.

However, his gaze turned to a pavilion on the side of the square.

On the pavilion, a woman fluttering in colorful clothes, standing in the wind, was looking at him with sad eyes.

It was his sister, Huo Ling, who was famous in the Northern Wasteland Domain.

And at this moment, in the starry sky, nine strange flying birds containing the bloodline of the Divine Phoenix were pulling an incredibly luxurious chariot, coming across the sky.

One old and one young landed.

Among them, a man in brocade clothes had a pale face, slightly sunken eye sockets, and gave people a feeling of gloom.

And beside the man was an old man in black.

"Greetings, Young Master Yan..."

People from several major families in Wuji City all bowed.

This gloomy man was naturally Futu Yan of the Futu Saint Clan.

At this moment, Futu Yan's mood was not very wonderful.

Because his cousin Futu Hong of this lineage was killed in two moves in the most shameful way.

This not only damaged the majesty of the Futu Saint Clan,

but also caused his lineage to be criticized within the clan.

Futu Yan was already depressed, and with Huo Feng jumping out to prevent him from getting the beauty,

Futu Yan naturally had no good face for Huo Feng.

"Heh... a declining young master of Wuji City dares to resist my orders."

"But your sibling affection is indeed touching."

"For this sake, I will love your sister very much when the time comes."

Futu Yan revealed a gloomy smile.

"Let's fight." Huo Feng's face was indifferent, and he didn't say much.

"Heh..." Futu Yan sneered.

A mediocre young master of a declining force, what courage did he have to challenge him, a Saint Clan genius?

Although he was not the top stream in the Futu Saint Clan, he was not someone who could be provoked by such a person.

The battle was about to unfold.

And on the pavilion by the square,

Huo Ling, in colorful clothes, had a sad face.

Her facial features were moving and stunningly beautiful, her skin crystalline and glowing as if suffused with pearlescent light; it was no wonder she was famous throughout the Northern Wilderness Region.

"I suppose the girl should be Miss Huo."

Just then, a gentle voice came.

Huo Ling turned her eyes to look, and didn't know when,

a young master in white robes, peerless, like an immortal, was sitting leisurely by the window.

One hand held a teacup, and the other hand touched an orange cat.

Huo Ling was slightly distracted for a moment.

In her life, she had never seen a man with such outstanding demeanor.

Or rather, in a place like the Northern Wasteland Domain, it was impossible for such a person to appear.

"I am Huo Ling," Huo Ling said.

"It seems you are worried about your brother," Jun Xiaoyao took a sip of tea.

Mentioning this, Huo Ling's eyes dimmed, and she revealed a self-deprecating smile.

"If possible, I would rather not have my appearance, so that I wouldn't implicate my brother and the entire family."

"Do you think your brother will lose?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

For some reason, seeing the smile of this young master in white, Huo Ling's sad mood seemed to be smoothed out a lot.

"Although I also want my brother to win, but..."

Huo Ling shook her head.

The facts were here, it was impossible.

However, the young master in white in front of her murmured.

"Within ten moves, no, I think three moves should be enough."

"Young Master, what are you saying?" Huo Ling was puzzled for a moment.

And just then, in the square, a heaven-shaking noise suddenly erupted.

"Heavens, am I seeing it wrong? Three moves, just three moves, and Young Master Yan of the Futu Saint Clan was defeated!"

"Has Young Master Huo Feng been hiding his clumsiness all along? This talent and strength are even stronger than his sister's?"

Seeing this scene, Huo Ling's mind went blank.

She suddenly turned her gaze to the side,

but found that the young master in white was no longer there.

Only half a cup of tea remained, still slightly warm.

Huo Ling was stunned, and her jade hands picked up the teacup.

"Who exactly was that young master?" ===== CHAPTER 1765 =====