You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 606 Fei Chi?

"Brother Chun knows me? I'm just a small figure." Yan Tunan stood up, a little surprised. He didn't expect that the famous Chun Niuma actually knew a little-known character like him.

"Brother Tunan, don't be ashamed. I can still remember vividly the sparring session with you many years ago. Brother Tunan's understanding of formations is the strongest genius of the same realm that I have ever seen. I just didn't expect that you and Brother Feidu are brothers. Lingran is really young."

"You two have known each other for a long time, no wonder, no wonder..." Zhu Yue also felt that fate was really interesting. He said that he felt Yan Tunan looked at Chang Qing strangely.

"Brother Tunan likes formations. Perhaps we can study them together in our spare time..."

Yan Tunan waved his hands hurriedly: "Brother Chun's formation is no longer something I can catch up with. Today's battle formation is completely beyond my inherent impression of formations. I never thought that a formation could be so brilliant."

Although Yan Tunan said this, the light in his eyes was extremely bright.

“The art of formations shouldn’t be so rigid. Someone taught me that a formation can transform small things like flowers, plants, and trees, or even the heavens and myriad worlds. It’s omnipotent, so a formation is a formation, but it’s also not a formation.

The formation is not just a formation. Those formations will have different changes in everyone's hands, life or death. If you don't regard it as life, you will never be able to enter."

Chang Qing's hand gently swept through the air, and several lines condensed and dispersed, or flowed in the air like swimming fish, so lifelike.

His voice went straight into Yan Tunan's heart along his ears. His unhurried words stirred up waves in his heart like a raging tide. The strong impact penetrated the maze and shook his soul, but at the same time made Yan Tunan feel as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Yes!" Yan Tunan slapped his head and suddenly realized.

"I don't regard the formation as an artifact, but as a living being to devote my heart and soul to. It seems that I am still a long way from entering the formation!" Yan Tunan suddenly raised his head, with bright light flowing from his eyes. He could not hide his excitement. He looked at Changqing and bowed deeply: "Thank you, Brother Chun, for the gift of the method!"

Chang Qing was stunned and said inwardly: Monster!

He understood something just by Grandpa Zhao's few words. His understanding was really terrifying. "It seems that Brother Tunan is not far from entering the door. Niuma congratulates you first. And Brother Tunan, you don't have to thank me. I don't have the ability to bestow the law. I am just a small role. Compared with Brother Tunan's understanding, I may have to call Brother Tunan senior in no time!"

Changqing said jokingly.

But Yan Tunan was a little anxious, and kept shaking his head and said: "I dare not compare with Brother Chun's talent. In terms of talent and wisdom, in my opinion, there are few people in the whole Lingran who can compare with Brother Chun."

Chang Qing smiled bitterly and said, "Ling Ran is so great. There are so many talented people in the Southern Region. What's more, compared with Ling Ran, I am just a drop in the ocean. It's not worth mentioning."

This time it was Yan Feidu who shook his head: "That's not necessarily true. There aren't many people in the world who can manipulate powerful people at will. Those who can are old guys who are who knows how old they are. Brother Chun is probably the only one in the world~"

"Brother Feidu's praise does sound pleasant. How about we have a couple of drinks together again?" Changqing laughed and took out a white jade wine gourd. The sound of wine hitting the jade wall echoed.

Yan Feidu's expression suddenly brightened.

Before Yan Feidu could say anything, Yun Qinghan spoke first: "Okay!"

Jiumengzi always arrives at the battlefield first.

Zhong Baixuan was helpless. It was already night and he was afraid of a sneak attack by the demons, so he wanted to stop them.

But he was stopped by Chang Qing: "Brother, the demon tribe will not come tonight. If so many demon tribes are mobilized in a short time, the other fronts will certainly be empty. The demon master will not do such a foolish thing."

In this case, Zhong Baixuan was no longer restrained. He took the small wine cup, breathed a sigh of relief, sniffed the aroma of wine lingering around his nose, and a look of relaxation slowly climbed up his cheeks.

He usually sets an example for the sect, and only in front of a few people can he put down his airs and relax, so he naturally would not miss the wine today.

Ling Yu took the wine glass. Although he didn't say much, his personality was quite straightforward like Yan Feidu. He drank half of the glass without saying a word. The alcohol hit him fiercely and turned into a trance, which relaxed Ling Yu's tense nerves and a smile appeared.

Yan Feidu missed Changqing's wine very much. He took the wine glass, sniffed the aroma of the wine, and sipped it gently. He enjoyed every sip.

Yan Tunan looked at the clear wine and was shocked: "Such a strong smell of alcohol!" Without saying a word, he drank the whole glass in one gulp. As a result, a burning feeling spread from his throat to his stomach, and his whole body jumped up and down.

This caused everyone to laugh.

"Fei Chi, Brother Chun's wine is very strong, so it's better to drink it slowly." Yan Feidu pulled the somewhat shaky Yan Tunan to sit down, but the name he called was a little different.

This naturally attracted the attention of several others. Even Yan Tunan waved his hand in disgust and said in a half-confused manner: "Brother, don't mention this name in the future. That person is dead!"

Everyone: -_-?

It seems that there is a dark past between the two brothers.

Yan Feidu's face turned gloomy in an instant. He stared at Yan Tunan in a daze, a trace of pity and pain flashed across his expression.

Chang Qing sipped his wine gently. In fact, he had already sensed something was amiss. Yan Feidu seemed to have a strong background and was very famous. Since they were brothers, Yan Tunan must be from the same family. How could he come to the southeast corner of the Southern Region to join a second-grade sect that was not that strong?

All these things were matters between the two people from the Yan family, so they didn't feel comfortable asking about them.

But perhaps it was because he had opened up the conversation, or perhaps it was because the spirit wine had taken effect, Yan Tunan staggered and sat down on the ground. Looking at the curious eyes of the crowd, he said in a painful tone: "You must be curious, I obviously have such a good background, why did I live such a miserable life..."

Yan Feidu watched Yan Tunan begin to tell the past, but did not stop him. The bitter smile on the corners of his younger brother's mouth was like invisible needles piercing his flesh and blood and into his heart. Now he had to take advantage of the drunkenness to listen carefully to the grief and grievance in his heart.

Yan Tunan told a story, a story full of helplessness and prejudice:

There is an ancient area in Zhongzhou that is covered by fog all year round, called the Fog Domain. Even a powerful cultivator who enters there without permission will get lost. What's more, there are also transformed demons in it. Throughout history, there have been countless cultivators who got lost and died there, which makes those who practice cultivation shudder.

But such a mysterious area is controlled by a family. The family's surname is Yan and their bloodline is ancient. The disciples born among them are extremely talented and are many times more talented than their peers.

Whenever there is a great event, there are always disciples with the surname Yan, who have made a supreme reputation. Therefore, the Yan family in the Central Region is an absolute symbol of a powerful force.

But it is also because of this that an extremely strict family tradition is created. Every word and action must follow the family rules and no one may disobey them in the slightest...