The protagonist of destiny is online

As soon as Feng Rao left, Feng Ran circled around Yan Xue in a curious way, only to see the first morning light shining on the pair of golden wings with no variegation, shining brightly.

She couldn't help it, and reached out to rub it.

Yan Xuekong hugged Xie Yuchen vigilantly, and quickly put his wings away.

Feng Ran was disappointed and said, "I'll just take a look."

"No, no, no." Yan Xuekong didn't believe these adults, just like his mother, every time he looked at him with such eyes, he would ruffle his hair into a mess.

Feng Ran couldn't help laughing, looking at this lovely child, she suddenly regretted that she didn't have a little Phoenix back then.

This little Highness is clearly a mixed blood of three generations, but he has a pair of wings that are purer and more beautiful than all the Feng Clan, and he has also realized the Great Sun Nirvana Sutra.

However, no matter what, Feng Ran thinks it is a good thing.

She smiled and said: "His Royal Highness Xuekong, I'm afraid your grandma will have to wait a while to come over, why don't we go to the place of inheritance first?"

Yan Xuekong nodded, jumped off Xie Yuchen, held his hand, and asked, "Mother-in-law, the patriarch, where is the place of inheritance?"

Fengran walked and said: "It is the place where Feng Zu left the fire of inheritance, and it is also the place where the fire of inheritance is extinguished forever."

Along the long river and across the long and narrow stone bridge, they stood in front of a blue wall, waited for a while, and Feng Rao rushed over.

Feng Ran asked: "Got it?"

Feng Rao said calmly: "I don't know."

She seemed to be cursing and left, maybe she sneaked back as soon as she came in.

Feng Ran glanced at her, shook her head, said nothing, pressed the mechanism, and placed the patriarch's seal inside.

The mechanism turned, and the wall opened slowly, revealing a bottomless cliff, a long bridge leading directly to the opposite bank, and a rather dim round altar on the opposite bank, with faintly visible ancient patterns.

Feng Ran squatted down in the center of the altar, reached out and touched the depression, and sighed: "It used to be so bright and brilliant, but unfortunately, there is not even ashes left now."

Yan Xuekong ran around the altar a few times with great interest.

He even poked his head out and looked down the cliff. Xie Yuchen grabbed the back of his neck and turned around to make an innocent gesture: "I won't fall."

Xie Yuchen carried him to the center of the altar, and said via voice transmission: "Put your hands on it."

Yan Xuekong sat on the ground, just pressed his hand up, and felt a pain in his fingertips, as if being cut by some sharp object, the pain caused tears to well up in his eyes.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Feng Ran saw the cub's appearance, and quickly helped him up, "You can't touch here."

Feng Ran frowned, without saying a word, the medicine bottle had already been opened and poured into his hand, this tense posture seemed to have been stabbed rather than cut his finger.

The cub tearfully reaches out for a cuddle.

Xie Yuchen was speechless, this talent for acting like a spoiled child was born with him, stronger than his talent for cultivation.

However, after the blood drops penetrated, the altar suddenly vibrated, as if a hand gently wiped away the dust on all sides, making this old place look brand new, the spiritual light shone in front of the eyes, and the bright lights shone through the ages.

Yan Xuekong immediately forgot the injury on his hand, and shouted in surprise: "Fire!"

A cluster of small flames suddenly rose from the center of the altar, swaying gently, faint but bright, full of vitality.

"..."

Fengran was startled, knees softened and knelt down in front of Huo Miao, carefully inspected, her eyes widened in disbelief, the fire of inheritance revived?

"You, are you the reincarnation of Fengzu?" She suddenly turned her head to look at Yan Xuekong, and said with tongue-tied words: "The fire of inheritance is left by Fengzu, unless he comes back to life, otherwise..."

"There is another situation." The corners of Feng Rao's lips raised slightly, showing a smile as if the ice had melted, and said slowly: "His blood is as pure as Feng Zu's presence."

Fengran murmured: "But he is a mixed race of three races."

Feng Rao knelt down, covered the cub's face with her palms, met the innocent eyes of that day, and said in a low voice: "It is rumored that the innate body has the ability to purify all blood vessels. You have built a foundation at the age of four, and you have no bottlenecks. From the Nirvana Fruit, I realized the Great Day Nirvana Sutra, so I guessed."

"Grandma is so smart."

Yan Xuekong clapped his hands and praised with a smile.

Feng Rao: "..."

Shouldn't being guessed be scary?She really didn't expect this reaction.

After thinking about it, it seems that this little doll has no idea what this means.

Feng Ran looked at Yan Xuekong like a monster, under the intimidation of Feng Rao's eyes, he swallowed his words, carefully surrounded the flames, and stared at it without blinking, for fear that it would go out in the next second.

Feng Rao put her hands in front of her forehead, and together with Feng Ran, she bowed three times to the fire of inheritance.

Yan Xuekong tugged on Xie Yuchen's sleeve, handed him his bloodless finger, and said in a low voice, "It's so powerful, do you want to squeeze some spares? It won't hurt you next time."

This thought made Xie Yuchen want to praise a genius, so he patted his hand lightly and said, "You might as well put it all at once, it will save trouble."

Yan Xuekong made a face at him.

"Although the fire of inheritance has been revived, it is still a seedling." Feng Ran's eyes were surprisingly bright, full of hope, and said with a smile: "I'm afraid it will take a long time to cultivate."

Yan Xuekong was caught off guard: "Ah, do you really want to cut your fingers again?"

Feng Rao rubbed his head: "Just inject spiritual power and cultivate it."

"But His Highness's blood can speed up the growth of the fire of inheritance." Feng Ran turned around, her expression moved slightly, as if she had made some determination, and said seriously: "Your Highness, you have a great favor for the Feng Clan, and you may wish to become the young master of the Feng Clan." host?"

Although Nine Continents is now dominated by the Great Yan Dynasty, except for Central Continent, all clans and ethnic groups are divided and ruled, and they have not completely become their subjects, listening to the announcement.

Today the Great Yan Dynasty reigns supreme in the world, tomorrow perhaps other powers will rise up, and they will not fight for the Great Yan Dynasty.

But the young master of the Feng Clan is enough to command the Feng Clan.

"I know that His Highness is Crown Prince Dayan, but I can't think of anyone more suitable than you."

As Fengran said, he suddenly saw a flame in the center of the altar, lighting up Yan Xuekong's eyebrows, and then, a ball of golden flame jumped out from the cub's fingertips, matching it perfectly.

That is!My life is really hot.

Feng Ran smiled and flicked his sleeves. The patriarch's seal in the distance flashed a light, and a small seal was split, floating in the air, waiting to be picked up.

Yan Xuekong blinked his eyes, he was only four years old, the crown prince didn't understand yet, why did he want to be the young master again?

He looked up, looked at Feng Rao, and called out, "Grandma."

"Feng Clan is proud, let alone your father, even if Yuan Chen Tianzun comes personally, he will not bow his head. Respecting you as the young master has nothing to do with your parents or your identity, but only with you, so this decision is only for you I can do it myself."

Feng Rao remained silent all this time, and only now did she say this.

Xie Yuchen was calm, and raised his eyelids when he heard the words "Yuanchen Tianzun", and there was nothing wrong with everyone.

Yan Xuekong nodded, sat on the ground, resting his cheek with one hand, really thinking seriously.

Soon, he rummaged through the small lucky bag at his waist, and took out the seal that his father gave him before he left, and threw it into the air, only to see that the small seal of the Feng clan floated over on its own initiative, and gradually merged with it One.

The combined seal seems to be a bit bigger.

Yan Xuekong calmly put it back into the lucky bag, raised his head, and said with a smile: "Mother-in-law of the patriarch, Yanyan took it."

"..."

Feng Ran was stunned, this little Highness was surprisingly assertive and decisive, without being procrastinating at all.

It was obviously something she proposed, but it made her feel that it was out of control.

"Your Highness is smart and cute. It is a blessing for the Feng Clan to be willing to take the position of Young Master." Feng Ran smiled and said, "I will go out immediately and announce this to the whole clan."

Having said that, she didn't need to tell her. At this time, outside the place of inheritance, everyone from the Feng Clan was already standing, looking forward to it.

At sunset and dusk, the blue stone wall slowly opens.

"Patriarch! You finally came out!"

"Patriarch, Elder Fengluo, there was a strange phenomenon here earlier, and the flames shot up to the sky. May I ask why?"

"We are all dying of anxiety, so it's not easy to rush around!"

"Is it, is there any movement in the inheritance fire..."

Whether it's an older person who puts on airs or a young one who is full of vigor, caution is written all over his face, and the anticipation is like a bubble, which makes people unable to bear to burst.

Yan Xuekong watched, and suddenly understood the significance of the fire of inheritance to the Feng clan.

Feng Ran raised his voice and said with a smile: "Since everyone is here, I have two things to announce. First, the fire of inheritance has indeed recovered!"

As soon as this remark came out, it was like water splashing on a frying pan, and a piece of it exploded.

"It was His Highness Xuekong who revived the fire of inheritance," Feng Ran raised the cub's hand, and said solemnly: "From today on, he is the young master of the Feng clan. I hope you will uphold the clan rules and respect him!"

"Hahaha! Recovered! Really recovered!"

All the young Feng Clan lost their restraint and hugged each other, crying and laughing.

Several old men standing in front took a deep breath, looked at each other, and saluted sincerely: "Your Highness has the grace of rebuilding the Feng Clan, and the position of young master is justified!"

They were already convinced.

Killing the three elders of the Ancient Sacred Sect with one sword, once realizing the lost skills of the Feng Clan, and now awakening the fire of inheritance, such a proud son of heaven is not inferior to the Yuanchen Tianzun back then.

In comparison, what is it to have dragon blood?

Anyway, the little baby is only four years old, so let's raise it slowly. In raising children, their Feng clan is much stronger than the rough-skinned and thick-skinned bosses of the Long clan.

"I've seen the young master!" A young Feng clan immediately surrounded him, and said in a hurry: "What does the young master like to eat? What do you like to play? If you like the excitement, how about we take you to visit Danfeng city?"

Yan Xuekong was frightened by their sudden enthusiasm, hid behind Xie Yuchen, poked his head out and said, "Is there any alchemy in Danfeng City? Yanyan wants to watch alchemy."

"Okay, Danfeng City is where the main hall of the Palace of Longevity is located, and there are people from our Feng clan sitting there, just look around."

Everyone laughed, full of kindness.

At this moment, an angry dragon chant suddenly came from the phoenix forest in the distance, and the dragon god shouted: "The bald-haired phoenix, come out quickly, why do you Feng clan still touch porcelain?"

Feng Rao frowned, and her figure disappeared instantly.

"Yeah, do you have Pengci? Brother Junyu, let's go too."

Yan Xuekong pulled Xie Yuchen and ran out quickly, passing through the phoenix forest, and saw the Dragon God pacing back and forth scratching his ears and cheeks, while Feng Rao was squatting on the ground, holding the unconscious man up with a serious expression, checking his breath.

On the other side, there was a boy with red eye circles kneeling, weeping tears.

Yan Xuekong ran over, hugged Dragon God's leg, raised his face and asked, "Grandpa, what happened?"

"Baby grandson, grandpa is wronged!" Dragon God picked up the cub and said inexplicably, "I went for a walk outside and ran into this big and small one. When the big one saw me, it fell on me. I didn't touch a hair on him."

Hearing the words, the weeping young man lost his mind and said: "Elder Feng Qi is here to protect me! Elder Feng Rao, my father, my father... is dead."

Feng Rao pointed at the center of Feng Qi's eyebrows, then let go of it in a moment, and said coldly: "It's the poison of burning spirit!"