Miracle doctor cute baby: The black-bellied prince is not easy to mess with

Chapter 103 Wind Clan
Back in the yard, July shouted into the air, "Come out."

Lei Ting appeared in front of her flatteringly, "Girl, you called me?"

"Is there anyone else here hiding in the dark and spying on me?"

"What are you talking about, girl? I'm protecting you."

"Do you think I need protection like this?"

Lei Ting thought about the shady behavior of this girl just now and shook his head. It was really not necessary.

"You'll always have a time of need."

After hearing this, Qiyue suddenly raised her eyes to look at him, her mind was spinning rapidly.

May be.

"You want to know where my mother is?" Qiyue asked tentatively.

Lei Ting, "I think, I have been looking for her for 20 years."

"Who is my father?"

Lei Ting looked at Qiyue staring at him bullyingly, and suddenly felt a pang of distress in his heart.

"If you want, can you let me be your father?"

Qiyue withdrew her eyes and said lightly: "This can only be done if my mother is willing."

"What's your name? I've got a master out of nowhere, and you haven't said your name yet."

"Thunder."

thunder?Could it be that Ray?Three hermit families, Feng, Yun, and Thunder.

Then there were two of them, and Qiyue was already surprised that she was the granddaughter of the Yun family.

This master who suddenly appeared was from Lei's family, and she suddenly found out why her worth had risen again.

Wouldn't a biological father appear that day and be from the Feng family?
The truth was revealed in July, the Feng family of the three hermit families is currently holding an elite selection contest that is selected once every three years.

In a teaching field that can accommodate ten thousand people, on a high platform covered with a big red carpet, two handsome men are having a fierce competition.

There were seven elders sitting on the judging panel, all staring at the older man in the black robe on the stage.

It was obvious that the other man in white was struggling a bit.

I saw a fierce palm wind from the man in black robe attacking the unsuspecting weakness of the man in Xiangyi.

The white-clothed man withdrew his momentum in a hurry, and was hit by the palm of the black-clothed man and fell backwards.

Just as the man in white was about to hit the ground, the man in black robe stretched out his hand and grabbed him.

The man in white took advantage of his strength and stood up. He gave up and squeezed the man in black robe's hand, and the two of them bumped shoulders in a friendly manner.

"Master Fengxing wins."

Following the referee's announcement, a rare smile appeared on the cold face of Feng Cheng, who was sitting in the attic of the training ground.

The woman sitting behind him was not so happy. She pursed her lips and stared viciously at the man in black robes on the playing field.

"Brother, congratulations, you have won the first prize again."

The man in black robe patted the man in white on the shoulder, "Brother Yu is not bad, I never thought that three years ago you couldn't even catch Aunt Yan's ten moves, and now I have to do my best to beat you, it really impressed me. "

Feng Yu said shyly, "Don't mention the past, don't mention the past."

At this moment, an old man walked in from outside the classroom. He walked to Feng Cheng who was sitting on the master's seat and said something to Qian Fu'er.

Feng Cheng stood up, with a sword in his hand. A strong internal force supported the sword and flew steadily towards Feng Xing below.

"This is the reward for winning the first prize this year," he said, waving his sleeves and following the old man to the outside of the teaching field, followed by two men in black.

The classroom erupted instantly.

"Wow, where is the Patriarch's Dragon Chanting Sword?"

For a while, the boys and girls in the audience who did not win the first prize stared at the sword in Fengxing's hand with envious eyes.

Feng Xing was also shocked, his adoptive father actually gave him his beloved thing as a reward.

Looking at Feng Cheng's leaving back, he bowed deeply.

Feng Yu also looked enviously at the sword in Feng Xing's hand, feeling a trace of sadness in his heart, but he still stepped forward to congratulate again.

Next, the seven elders on the judging panel set up levels for one to ten discussion halls.

The Wind Clan has 36 halls and 24 level disciples.

The inner six halls, the outer thirty halls, and the inner six halls are all elites among the elites, and the grades are all within ten levels.

(End of this chapter)