"But in the vast world of martial arts, there are too many people with the same name and surname. Would you like to draw a picture of the Chu Xuan you know? Otherwise, this junior will not be able to identify him."

As soon as Chu Feng said this, Xia Xingchen directly used his hand as a pen to draw a portrait on the ground.

This person is none other than his father, Chu Xuanyuan.

But Chu Feng quickly shook his head: "Senior, I don't know this person."

"real?"

Xia Xingchen was a little suspicious, and his eyes began to move back and forth from the paintings on the ground to Chu Feng's face.

"But why do we look more and more alike? Could it be that he is your father?" Xia Xingchen asked.

"Senior, the world is so vast and full of wonders. There are many people who are not related by blood and look exactly the same."

"The junior is only slightly similar to this senior. Why do you just say that I am his son?"

Chu Feng felt a little aggrieved when he said it.

"You're right." Xia Xingchen pouted and nodded slightly.

"Senior, are you and this senior Chu Xuan an enemy or a friend?" Chu Feng asked.

"The enemy, this guy, is a super bastard. He is even less of a good person than you." Xia Xingchen said.

"Ah, as you said, senior, I look like a good person."

Chu Feng grinned, but he sighed in his heart, luckily he didn't tell the truth, and secretly thought.
Chapter completed!