In fact, Ouyang and his companions had already arrived while the green ox and Hu Bing were talking.
Hu Tutu was so anxious she was nearly in tears, but Ouyang held the others back from acting. After all, coming to the rescue would look thoroughly unimpressive unless they made their entrance at the critical moment.
Only after the green ox and the white tiger finished their attacks and the two sides began fighting did Ouyang let Leng Qingsong and Chen Changsheng act.
That led to the scene just now: after kicking the Fox Clan's most dazzling genius flying, Leng Qingsong immediately turned green lotuses into swords and threatened both sides.
Chen Changsheng returned to Ouyang's side and said with a smile, "Eldest Senior Brother, the grand formation is ready."
One showed off in front of the crowd; the other drew the net closed behind the scenes.
Leng Qingsong and Chen Changsheng pulled off a perfect combination.
Watching Leng Qingsong stand in midair, Chen Changsheng asked in puzzlement, "What's Second Senior Brother doing? Why hasn't he attacked yet?"
Ouyang stroked his chin, also watching Leng Qingsong in the distance. "He's probably enjoying the thrill of showing off. Don't let that icy exterior fool you. He's a real closet show-off."
Ouyang had known the boy was a closet show-off since childhood. He especially loved the limelight: whether something concerned him or not, he always liked stepping forward.
If Ouyang hadn't been well-connected as a child, with this boy's rotten temper, never mind being a child of the plane-even the Great Dao itself could have been sunk in the moat.
Watching that wayward brat hold both sides' fighting lackeys in awe with a single sword as he stood in midair, Ouyang had the distinct illusion of a father whose son had finally grown