As soon as the words came out, the people in the sedan car were quiet, and Cheng Yingyong was even more dumbfounded.

You hold back such a sentence for a long time?

The people around and outside also heard it clearly, and Lin Yidao clenched his fists even more, wanting to rush up and kill Yang Feng immediately.

Yang Feng smiled indifferently when he saw this effect, this was the result he wanted.

You all say that I have a good brother, so I will prove to you how to use the good brother of the pit brother.

"You all say that I have a good brother, but you don't know that my brother not only prepared rich cultivation resources for me, but I also have a place to go directly to the gate of Tianyuan Academy, coming here is nothing more than to tell you that Lao Tzu doesn't want to rely on my brother, I will stand here, fifteen days later, I will come again, let you know that I am not inferior to him!"

Yang Feng almost shouted out the words, and the person at the registration office hurriedly wrote two words on the roster.

"Fifteen days, I'll give you fifteen months without a problem, you wait to die under my knife again. At that time, no matter how powerful your brother is, it will be useless. ”

Lin Yidao stood up and looked at Yang Feng indifferently.

Yang Feng raised a middle finger and slashed it on his neck, then waved his golden robe and left in a dashing manner.

"Yang Feng! You deceive people too much. ”

In the sedan chair of the princess of the imperial city, the maid next to the light veil could detect the anger on Ye Ning'er's face.

"Go back to the palace!"

Finally, Ye Ning'er took a deep breath and said.

Some people are happy and some are worried.

"Brother Feng, I can now think of Ye Ning'er's expression of wanting to die... Hahahahaha. ”

The fat man smiled very happily at this time, and Yang Feng was also very happy, there were faint signs of a breakthrough in his cultivation, and he also knew the reason.

The afterimage in my heart was constantly weakening.

Attachment is no longer so strong, and after fifteen days, he will really see the so-called Ning'er clearly.

Thinking of this, Yang Feng's brows stretched instantly, and he could complete the breakthrough when he went back today.

"Fatty, go to your weapons shop. ”

"Holo... Wait..."

As soon as the fat man agreed, he felt that something was wrong.

The same place, the same tone, the same words...

"Brother Feng, where is the Chixiao Sword?"

"Uh..."

Listening to the embarrassing question, Yang Feng thought back to the sword as if it had been thrown into that unknown pimple.

Looking at this, the fat man's face was as usual, and he said with a smile: "Although Brother Feng's sword is gone, is your sword money discussed for the younger brother." ”

Stretching out his hand not to hit the smiling person, Yang Feng reached out and touched it, only to realize that he was simply penniless on his body, and some were just a few bottles of cultivation pills sent by Yang Kai not long ago.

The fat man didn't say anything when he saw this, but he looked at Yang Feng's eyes with a little disdain.

Isn't it the same as going to a brothel to prostitute yourself and telling them that you didn't bring any money?

"Ahem... Don't talk about money, what is the relationship between our brothers, you actually talk about money, don't you treat me as a brother. ”

As soon as the conversation changed, Cheng Yingyong looked depressed again.

On one side is brotherhood, on the other side is wealth.

This choice will not hesitate to change to another person, but the fat man is different, he thinks about how to maximize the benefits.

"Brother Feng, don't say brother, I won't help you, you know, my weapons have a characteristic. ”

"Recognize life!"

As soon as the words came out, Yang Feng felt that there was a mouthful of blood in his heart and almost vomited out.

"Forget it, hang it on my account, and return it to you when my brother has money. ”

"Okay, brother, just wait for your words, go, go to my shop immediately and I'll pick you the best weapon. ”

The fat man believes in Yang Feng very much, no, he believes in the heritage of the Yang family.

The Cheng family's financial resources in the Longyan Empire can be described in one word - rich and rival the country.

On this most luxurious East Gate Street, of course, there is one of the most luxurious Wanbao Pavilions.

After the turmoil just now, there are fewer people gathered on the street of Dongmen Square, and there is one place that is more conspicuous.

"Sell yourself to bury your father!?

A few red words attracted Yang Feng's attention.

Every place in this East Gate Square could not escape the scope of Yang Feng's divine sense.

He could be sure that the blood must be human blood.

Yang Feng clearly saw that there were even residual blood stains on her fingers, and there were clotted blood scabs.

The footsteps involuntarily leaned over there, Cheng Yingyong looked puzzled, and after arriving at the place, Cheng Yingying could see the few small words that Yang Feng thought were very clear.

He glanced at Yang Feng.

I'll go, Brother Feng, you're too fetish, too... It's so different.

Feeling this kind of look, Yang Feng's eyes flickered, and Cheng Yingying hurriedly covered his lower body and shook his head.

Yang Feng then said to the girl:

"I just don't need a maid to call, I think you're fine, willing?"

"Thanks... Thank you..."

Seeing that she fainted before she finished speaking, Yang Feng threw a look at Cheng Yingyong.

the groove.

Cheng Yingyong is MMP in his heart, you don't plan to pay for yourself for a long time, you still have to buy people, what is the difference between you and going to the Qinglou to prostitute without paying.

"I don't have any money, I don't have any money to kill me, don't look at me, no matter how you look at me, I don't have any money. ”

“...”

Yang Feng walked back to the Yang family's compound with people in his arms, while Cheng Yingyong pinched his nose and looked at the wrapped corpses on the ox cart, his face pale.

Of course, he wasn't the one pulling the cart.

This kid generously bought the ox cart, and the owner of the car pulled the cart himself in order to thank him, and he did not shy away from the corpse on the cart.

Later, Cheng Yingyong asked someone to repair the tomb according to Yang Feng's instructions.

After doing all this, Cheng Yingyong hurried towards the Yang family slowly.

At the door of Yang's house, Yang Feng was stopped outside the door with people.

"Second young master, idle people are not allowed to enter the Yang family. ”

"I'm an idler?"

"It's not. ”

A few of the doormen answered quickly, but there was no respect on their faces, and even a playful smile on their faces.

"Open the door. ”

Yang Feng was not talking nonsense, and said coldly.

"Miscellaneous people, etc..."

"Boom!" suddenly sounded, the Yang family's guard guard was only the seventh layer of bone refining, and that was Yang Feng's opponent who was about to refine the ninth layer of bone refining now.

"That's a lot of nonsense!"

Yang Feng kicked the person away with one kick, and his indifferent expression stunned everyone.

Only then did they react, Yang Feng was not an existence that they could match when he was weak, so he hurriedly opened the door, and one slipped away quietly, and Yang Feng didn't care about him.

Straight to his yard.

Yang Feng didn't expect that this girl not only cut her fingers to write, but also didn't eat for several days.

At that time, Yang Feng directly fed her a spiritual qi pill.

Looking at her dirty face, Yang Feng was a little moved.

Her martial spirit is the same as Ning'er, and it is because of this that Yang Feng decided to save her.

Now looking at her not only martial arts, but also rare ice sword martial arts, even her faces are somewhat similar, and this degree of similarity can't help but make Yang Feng wonder if Ning Er has also been reincarnated.

After a long time, the fat man also came to the Yang family's courtyard, but his expression was solemn.

"Brother Feng, it's no good, Yang Xiao is here with someone. ”

"Yang Xiao?"

The son of the Great Elder of the Yang Family.

"He's not enough. ”

"And Elder Yang Yan. ”

"Yang Yan?"

A master of the Genshin realm.

Yang Feng was very clear about the gap between himself and this master, but unfortunately there were not many people in the Yang family who could help him.

He didn't have a helper!

"Brother Feng, why don't I take her with me. Leave you here, even if they have ten guts, they won't dare to blatantly touch you. ”。

Cheng Yingyong proposed.

"Go, I can't leave. ”