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"Leng Qiufeng, I'm just afraid that after today, I'm afraid of the Leng family, and there will be no place for him anymore!"

Leng Qiuhan snorted lightly, in his eyes, waste will always be waste, it was before, and it must be in the future!

He glanced at Leng Qiufeng, then held his head high and stepped into the ring. That arrogant appearance made the latter clench his fists suddenly, and the green tendons on his arms suddenly exploded.

It's that look again!

Leng Qiufeng felt a tingling pain in his heart, and couldn't help but take a deep breath, and a wave of anger suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart.

He gritted his teeth and strode towards the ring.

"Cold maniac!"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded.

Leng Qiufeng paused, turned his head, and saw Huahua looking at him defiantly.

He was stunned for a moment, a puzzled look in his eyes.

"That guy is actually more handsome than me, you must win him, help me vent!" Hua Qianshu pointed to Leng Qiuhan, who stepped into the ring, and said indignantly.

His face flashed with excitement, and if he didn't know, he might think that Leng Qiuhan on the stage had done something intolerable.

Leng Qiufeng's eyes flashed slightly, and he glanced at Huahua, Huo Ran turned around, "Idiot!"

Leave a familiar word.

It's just that the moment he turned around, a faint smile appeared on his indifferent face.

"Crazy, come on!"

Immediately after, Leng Qiufeng heard Teacher Meng's voice again, and he turned his head, who was standing not far from the left, looking at him with a smile on his face.

A warmth rose in the heart of the cold autumn wind, and he only felt that the previous little nervousness had dissipated imperceptibly at this time.

"Today, I want to fight for all those who care about me!

He took a deep breath, and instantly felt the burning fighting spirit churning in his heart.

......

The guest seat, where everyone in the Leng family is located.

As Leng Qiuhan's figure appeared in the ring, there was a commotion among the crowd.

"Haha, it's finally Qiu Han's turn to play!"

Leng Xueyun perked up and laughed.

He turned his head and looked at Leng Xue Yu, whose face was a little unnatural, and laughed coldly in his heart.

"It's time," Leng Xueyun said in her heart, "Nineteen years ago, you took the position that should have been my head of the family, and now, you should return this position to my son!"

His eyes suddenly turned, a smile appeared on his face, and he said to Leng Xueyu, "My dear eldest brother, I don't know, are you ready?"

"Huh?" Leng Xueyu was slightly stunned, "What are you going to prepare?"

"Hey," Leng Xueyun laughed, and did not answer directly, but said with a deep gaze as if he was endorsing, "Article 16 of the clan rules, when a member of the clan descends and successfully refines a medium-grade spiritual weapon, he will automatically become a candidate for the next head of the family!"

Leng Xueyu's face changed slightly, and he turned his face to look at his own brother, his eyes showing a hint of shock.

"Medium-grade spiritual weapon, is it ......?"

"That's right!"

Leng Xueyun smiled proudly, "Qiu Han's refining weapon level can already refine a medium-grade spiritual weapon at will!"

Although he had already guessed it, Leng Xueyun's words fell into his ears, which still made Leng Xueyu gasp.

Before he could say anything, he heard Leng Xueyun continue, "The next generation of descendant disciples, there are only two people, Qiu Han and Qiu Feng, according to the clan rules, as long as Qiu Han refines a medium-grade spiritual weapon in this competition, then he will automatically have the qualification to inherit the position of the head of the family."

As for the autumn wind, big brother, I forgot to tell you. When I knew that Qiu Feng had advanced to the top five of the refining competition, I had already reported to the Great Elder, and received instructions, in order not to hurt the harmony of the two brothers, the competition between Qiu Feng and Qiu Han, based on the result of this competition, whoever has a higher ranking will be the heir of the next family head...... Big brother, look, this is the Great Elder's warrant!"

Leng Xueyun squinted his eyes, took out a warrant from the Naxu Ring, and handed it to Leng Xueyu.

Leng Xueyu's gaze swept away, and her face suddenly turned pale.

He stared at his own brother, and found that the latter had already been blinded by the desire for profit, and he immediately knew that since he had even asked for the warrant of the Great Elder, there was probably no room for turning things around.

"Second brother, you really worked hard for the position of the head of the family!"

Leng Xueyun's face turned cold, and he snorted, "Big brother, you have been sitting in this position for more than ten years, and it's time to let it go." It's your own son who doesn't fight for it, so who can blame him?"

His words were like a sharp arrow piercing Leng Xueyu's heart, making the latter's face more and more ugly.

However, Leng Xueyu had no way to refute it, because Leng Qiufeng's performance over the years had disappointed him. He silently turned his head and looked at the ring below, his eyes like water, not knowing what he was thinking.

......

In the ring, five forging tables made of fine iron are scattered in different directions, far from each other.

At this time, the five teenagers who had broken into the top five of the refining competition were already in front of their respective forging tables, ready to go.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or if someone deliberately arranged it.

Leng Qiufeng and Leng Qiuhan happened to be divided into two adjacent forging platforms.

Between the two, there is only a few feet away.

Leng Qiuhan looked at Leng Qiufeng, and a mocking smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

"Leng Qiufeng, I can't imagine that you can stand on such a big stage to refine weapons, it seems that you have really worked hard for this competition!"

Leng Qiufeng's face was expressionless, he didn't even raise his eyes, he just silently took out a big hammer from the Naxu Ring, his hands clenched suddenly, and the green tendons on his arms burst like dragons.

His faint expression stimulated Leng Qiuhan.

A wave of anger suddenly poured out of the latter's heart, rushing straight to his head, Leng Qiu smiled coldly, and said: "Leng Qiufeng, although I don't know what shit luck you have taken, you have been lucky enough to refine one or two low-grade spiritual weapons, and you have advanced to the top five, but I am sure that your good luck, in the end, I will let you know that in front of me, you are nothing!"

"In the future, our Leng family will not raise any more wasters. After today, there will be no place for you in the cold autumn breeze in the Leng family!"

Leng Qiufeng stroked the jack hammer in his hand, and his mood suddenly calmed down.

This is a medium-grade spiritual weapon given to him by Teacher Meng, which is not only a combat weapon, but also can be used for refining weapons.

Leng Qiufeng raised his eyes and glanced at Leng Qiuhan faintly. "You think you've won?"

"Hmph, even if I can't get the top spot, it's more than enough to surpass you in the ranking!"

"Really?"

The cold autumn wind was undeniable, and a chill flashed in his eyes.

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