After rebirth, he became the favorite of the Moon Goddess.

Zixiao Temple.

Fufeng chatted with Emperor Yuanhao in the main hall for a long time. It was not until evening that he left the main hall and went to the inner hall to visit Yichu again.

As soon as he came out, Fufeng saw two figures talking in a corner outside the hall.

Of those two figures, one is Qing Ning, the princess of the Qingluan Tribe, and the other is Qing Yu, the leader of the Qingluan Tribe.

"Father, my daughter has already visited His Highness Yichu. His injuries are very serious. Moreover, he has lost his cultivation and will no longer be able to practice in the future." Qing Ning said with a sad face.

"Oh, what a pity." Qingyu sighed, "Although His Highness Yichu's cultivation level is not comparable to that of several other princes, he can be regarded as a genius of his generation, and now he has become a useless person."

"Father..." Qing Ning looked at Qing Yu and hesitated to speak.

"Ning'er, my father knows that you like His Highness Yichu, but he has lost his cultivation now and will never have the chance to practice again in the future, so you should stop thinking about it. You are only forty thousand years old. In the future, There is still a long way to go, and you will eventually meet a better husband." Qingyu persuaded.

"But, daughter..."

Qing Ning was just about to say that she liked Yi Chu, but was interrupted by Qing Yu, "Okay, for the hunting competition in two months, my father will choose a god who can cultivate for you, so you don't have to worry about this. Something happened."

After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving Qing Ning standing alone.

Hearing the conversation between father and daughter, Fufeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and an inexplicable anger surged in his heart.

Yichu practiced so hard just to win the hunting competition of the Qingluan tribe. If not, he would not have accidentally gone crazy. But what Qingyu just said clearly made Fufeng feel that Yichu's injuries It's all for nothing.

At this thought, Fufeng suddenly became even more angry.

Not far away, Qing Ning didn't stay outside the hall for too long and left. It wasn't until her back disappeared that Fufeng slowly walked out of the darkness.

Looking at the direction Qing Ning left, Fufeng frowned slightly, "Qingyang, since you are so prejudiced against my elder brother, then I will really take care of this matter."

At this moment, Jing Yu's figure suddenly appeared not far away. When he saw Fufeng, he was startled for a moment, then stepped forward and asked, "Brother Feng, why are you standing here alone?"

Fufeng turned to look at him, and then said calmly: "Second brother, I will go with you to the Qingluan tribe's hunting competition in two months' time, instead of eldest brother."

"What?" Hearing this, Jing Yu was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise: "Brother Feng, are you kidding me? Are you going to the Qingluan tribe to participate in a hunting competition?"

"Why, does second brother think there's anything wrong?" Fufeng asked back.

"There's nothing wrong with that. It's just that Brother Feng, your cultivation is so much higher than that of the gods. If you go to participate in the competition, what will happen to the other gods and immortals?" Jing Yu said, touching the tip of his nose.

"This matter is settled. Second brother, just keep it a secret for me for the time being. On the day of the competition, I will show up with a different name and identity. I just want to see how Qingyang chooses a husband for his daughter?"

Seeing that Fufeng insisted on this, Jing Yu had no choice but to nod, "Okay, as long as you are willing, you can do whatever you want."

At this moment, Yi Chu's soft call suddenly came from the hall, "Brother Feng, are you here?"

Hearing the voice, Fufeng paused for a moment, then calmed down his emotions and walked into the hall.

……

time flies.

In the blink of an eye, two months passed quickly.

The royal city of the Qingluan tribe.

The entire royal city is located in a majestic and solemn valley. Unlike other royal cities, this royal city has no walls and is not so heavily guarded.

There is only one day left for the hunting competition of the Qingluan tribe. Starting from early morning, the gods and immortals from all the gods in the heaven have been arriving here one after another.

In the afternoon, Jing Yu, who was wearing a blue immortal robe, walked into the royal city led by two immortal attendants. Beside him, Fufeng, who was wearing a white feather coat, followed.

What is different from the past is that Fufeng today wears a half-thin mask. The mask obscures his handsome and extraordinary appearance, making him extremely low-key.

"Brother Feng, I'm afraid not many of the gods here will recognize you the way you are dressed today." Jing Yu said in a low voice.

Fufeng just nodded lightly and did not reply to Jing Yu.

Soon, the two of them followed the immortal attendant of the Qingluan tribe and arrived outside a palace in the center of the royal city.

The name of the palace is Qingluan Shrine, which is the second largest temple in the royal city of the Qingluan clan.

Looking around, the entire Qingluan Shrine is made of bluestone, exuding an ancient atmosphere from the inside out.

At this moment, Qing Yu happened to walk out of the palace. When he saw Jing Yu, he quickly stepped forward and bowed to him, "I have met His Highness Jing Yu!"

"King Qingyu, get up quickly. No need to be polite." Jing Yu smiled and raised his hand.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Qingyu stood up. At this moment, he suddenly noticed Fufeng standing next to Jing Yu. Perhaps the mask on his face was too eye-catching, so he couldn't help but look at it a few more times. .

"I wonder who this is..."

"Xiaoxian is the personal immortal attendant of His Highness the Second Highness. Today he made a special trip to take part in tomorrow's hunting competition on behalf of his brother." Fufeng took the words and replied unhurriedly.

"What, you want to participate in the hunting competition too??"

"Why, does the Qingluan tribe have a rule that immortal servants cannot participate in hunting competitions?" Fufeng asked deliberately.

"This..." Qingyu looked a little embarrassed, but due to the presence of Jing Yu, he still swallowed what he wanted to say, "I have seen His Highness Jing Yu's personal immortal attendant, and your voice and appearance look... It doesn’t really look like it, and why do you need to wear a mask?”

"Wouldn't you know if Xiaoxian is His Highness Jing Yu's personal immortal attendant by asking His Highness Jing Yu? As for Xiaoxian's mask, Xiaoxian was born ugly, so he took off the mask for fear of scaring everyone." Fufeng explained. Tao, especially when he said the last sentence, he deliberately spoke slowly.

Fufeng's words made Qingyu look even more embarrassed. He turned to look at Jing Yu, as if waiting for his reply.

"Okay, King Qingyu, what he said is what he said. I brought him here, what are you still questioning?" Jing Yu said at the right time.

"Yes, I understand." Qingyu nodded, "Your Highness Jingyu, the competition is still early, please go to the palace to rest first."

"Yeah, okay." Jing Yu responded.

Just as he was about to leave, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him, "Second brother, why didn't you call me for such a fun thing?"

Hearing this, Jing Yu turned around and saw Qichen, who was wearing a blue immortal robe, and his personal immortal attendant walking slowly towards the direction where they were standing.

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