My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

As soon as these words came out!

Feng Yingtian was stunned.

I subconsciously retorted, "Nonsense."

"It is undeniable that this group of people is indeed special."

"That scarecrow, who was able to seize my Saint Realm body with his Venerable Realm, must have some strength. Even I am no match for him."

"Their master is also quite extraordinary, able to control so many powerful people at the age of twenty."

"But so what?"

"Now the ancestor has gone into seclusion!"

"He is tempering his soul."

"Once the ancestor comes out of seclusion, these people who come to our clan to stir up trouble will inevitably be punished by the ancestor."

"Could it be that you think they are more powerful than the ancestor?"

Feng Tian smiled.

The smile was helpless.

It is undeniable that the Three-Eyed Phoenix Dog Clan was once glorious, and the ancestor played an indispensable role.

Among the members of the tribe, the ancestor has been deified.

In their eyes, it has almost become a synonym for omnipotence and invincibility.

But have they never reflected on the fact that the ancestor played an indelible role in the Three-Eyed Phoenix Dog Clan's current fate?

As the young master of the Three-Eyed Phoenix Dog Clan and the future hope of the Three-Eyed Phoenix Dog Clan, Feng Tian feels that he needs to reshape his old father's values ​​and break his blind worship of the ancestor.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath.

He spoke word by word, "In front of this group of people, our ancestors are probably just a bunch of onions!"

"boom……"

What does it mean when one stone stirs up a thousand ripples?

These words were like a nuclear bomb, dropped into Feng Yingtian's heart, stirring up endless waves and creating huge waves.

crazy!

His son must be crazy.

What kind of existence is the ancestor?

That is the three-eyed phoenix dog's anchor, faith and hope.

It is the pride of all three-eyed phoenix dogs.

But now, what does this rebellious son say?

Speaking of ancestors, sour onions?!

It was hard for him to imagine how such outrageous words could come out of his mouth.

At this moment, Feng Yingtian was extremely angry.

This anger even made him wonder at one point whether he should sacrifice his own family for the sake of justice and pretend that he had never given birth to this unfilial son.

However, in addition to anger, he also felt a sense of dissatisfaction.

"Why don't you tell me, how powerful are they?"

"It even makes you feel that he is more powerful than the ancestor!"

Feng Tian smiled when he heard this.

If his old father had listened to him calmly before, he wouldn't have caused such a commotion.

He recalled the scene of his encounter with the Scarecrow.

Then he said with a look of respect and admiration.

"Let's not talk about anything else, let's just talk about Senior Scarecrow!"

"Father should have some understanding of his strength!"

Feng Yingtian nodded at this point and did not deny it.

"But what father saw was only the tip of the iceberg of Senior Scarecrow's strength!"

"With one strike of his sword, he broke the Gengjin chains that our ancestors had forged to imprison me."

"Could it be that this alone proves that he is stronger than the ancestor? Isn't this ridiculous?"

The Gengjin chain contained the power of rules. The scarecrow was able to break it, and his strength was indeed higher than he thought. However, if someone said that he was stronger than his ancestor, he would never agree.

Feng Tian seemed to feel what his father was thinking.

He continued, "Father, why are you so anxious? If the senior is only at this level, how can I possibly compare him with the ancestor?"

"Could it be possible? He has an even more amazing performance?"

At this time, Feng Yingtian was led into the rhythm step by step by Feng Tian. He temporarily put aside his prejudices and couldn't help but feel curious.

Feng Tian's face showed a look of pilgrimage.

"More than stunning?"

"It is simply earth-shattering and makes the gods and ghosts weep."

"If the grace of that sword were known to the world, it would be recorded in history, sung by millions, and recorded in history, enduring and shining through the ages, past, present and future."

"What kind of knife was that?"

Feng Yingtian was so itchy that he couldn't help it.

I feel that the flattery of my son is a bit too exaggerated!

But he knew it must not be simple.

Otherwise, my child wouldn't have such an expression.