"Okay then." Ling Xuejiu also felt that it was not good to say this here. Facing the strange looks from around her, she seemed very uncomfortable. She immediately planned to ask Leng Xuan and Xiaojie to go home together. But right here
At that moment, Cheng Feng suddenly walked over, walked up to Leng Xuan, stretched out his hand in a friendly manner and said: "Hello, my name is Cheng Feng. From the conversation between Miss Ling and Miss Li, I heard that your name should be Leng Xuan.
Right? Let’s call him Brother Leng. I wonder if we can make friends?”
Leng Xuan was slightly startled. He didn't know Cheng Feng's identity, but just now he and the young man in the white suit accompanied Miss Ling and Miss Li out. Obviously they should know each other. It's not easy to lose now.
As a courtesy, he stretched out his hand and shook hands with the other party. Unexpectedly, the other party actually had no intention of letting go. On the contrary, there was a secret energy generated by the true energy in the other party's hand.
Leng Xuan was shocked. What shocked him was not that he had sensed before that this ordinary-looking Cheng Feng could actually be a cultivator, and his strength seemed to be quite strong. From the appearance of Cheng Feng,
It could be seen from his smile that he didn't seem to have much malice towards him, so Leng Xuan immediately guessed that the other party was just testing him. But, what did he want to test? Could it be that he was doubting whether he was also a cultivator?
?
When he thought of this possibility, Leng Xuan hesitated slightly, pretended to be in pain, and said at the same time: "You are indeed very strong, but what do you mean by this?"
Cheng Feng let out a haha, let go of his hand, and said with a smile: "Really? I dare you to hold Brother Leng in pain? I'm really sorry. I was born with very strong strength, and I just saw that Brother Leng was very close to me, so I got excited.
I wanted to make friends. I was so excited that I didn’t notice that I had used a little too much strength. Brother Leng, I’m really sorry. In order to apologize, I would like to treat Brother Leng to a drink as an apology. What do you think?
?”
Leng Xuan deliberately waved his hand. This Cheng Feng was not simple. He was obviously talking nonsense, but he actually sounded really irritated, so he said, "There's no need to drink. Just be more careful next time." After that,
, he stopped talking nonsense, turned around and left with Ling Li Erniu.
After Leng Xuan left, Cheng Feng returned to Zhuo Yun'ao, who asked lightly: "How was it?"
"Master, this Leng Xuan is not easy. The force I used just now is enough to make an ordinary person unbearable. But although there was a painful expression on his face, the trace of hesitation in his eyes still betrayed him.
It is very possible that he is also a cultivator."
Nodding, Zhuo Yun'ao had no expression on his face and just said lightly: "Check his origins." Then he added, "By the way, also check the origins of Ling Xuejiao and Li Mengjie."
"Master, I understand." Cheng Feng smiled ambiguously. He was naturally very clear about the temperament of this romantic young palace master, so he didn't ask any more questions.
On the way back, Leng Xuan finally explained Bei Yao's matter and convinced the two eldest ladies. Then he asked about Cheng Feng and the man in the white suit. The result surprised him.
The strange thing is that this Cheng Feng is actually just a little follower named Zhuo Yun'ao. Judging from the secret energy transmitted from the opponent's hand just now, Cheng Feng's strength is at least in the late stage of the heartbeat, or even more than that.
A young master is a great talent in any family. How could he be just a follower of others? In this case, isn't that Zhuo Yun'ao even more terrifying?