Leng Qiuhan turned his gaze to Leng Qiufeng, who was standing not far away with an indifferent face, and a layer of coldness gradually appeared in his eyes.

He wants to inherit the position of head of the family, and this waste is the biggest obstacle!

According to the rules of the Leng family, although every descendant disciple nominally has the qualification to inherit the position of the head of the family, the priority is still the eldest son.

In other words, if Leng Qiufeng's inheritance qualifications are not abolished, then the head of the Leng family will never be his turn.

Leng Qiuhan looked at Leng Qiufeng, revealing a trace of irrepressible jealousy.

Except for being born a few months earlier than himself, this waste, what could compare to him?

The position of the head of the family, if it falls on such a waste, it will only bring shame to the Leng family!

In public and private, cold autumn and cold will never allow such a thing to happen!

His father has been planning for more than ten years, and since he was sensible, he has also begun to participate in this plan, and now, he has finally waited for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

According to the rules of the Leng family, once one of the descendants of the disciples reaches the level of an intermediate instrument, he will automatically become a candidate for the next head of the family, if within three months, no one of the other descendants can become an intermediate instrument, the candidate will be given the only inheritance qualification, unless there is an irreversible accident in the successor, no one can change it.

Today's Leng Qiuhan, after practicing the fourth type of Leng Feng Eighteen Hammers, has steadily reached the level of an intermediate instrument master, today's refining, will enable him to get a candidate's position, as long as this waste in front of him, within three months, can not reach the level of an intermediate instrument master, then he will become the only heir, the position of the head of the family, he is the only one!

With the strength of this waste, three months, want to become an intermediate instrumentaturist?

It's a pipe dream!

During this period of time, the wolf class has sprung up, and he has also secretly paid attention to Leng Qiufeng's competition, and found that the latter seems to only have some basic refining techniques, and such alchemy techniques can only refine low-grade spiritual weapons at most!

Although I don't know what opportunities this waste has gotten during this time, his refining level has reached the level of a junior master in just a few months. However, in the few games that Leng Qiuhan has observed, it seems that the latter is still a considerable distance from the level of the middle grade aptor, and it is definitely not a year and a half to catch up.

Trimester......

Leng Qiuhan silently chewed this time in his heart, raised his head, and a killing intent flashed in his eyes.

If necessary, he will not hesitate to completely scrap this waste!

Of course, there is no need for this now, and he and his father have already made other arrangements for today's affairs.

Leng Qiuhan's eyes turned, revealing a sneer.

Just as he was silently thinking, Leng Qiufeng stepped forward with an indifferent face, walked in front of the huge black stone, and raised the longbow in his hand.

"Flame Bow ......"

"Wait a minute!"|

As soon as the indifferent voice sounded, Leng Qiuhan suddenly interrupted, "Leng Qiufeng, are you sure you still want to test the spiritual weapon in your hand?"

Leng Qiufeng turned around and glanced at his titular cousin lightly, how could he not know the latter's thoughts? It was nothing more than changing his methods to belittle him in order to show his excellence, and he had already seen through it for so many years!

But......

Leng Qiufeng had a sneer in his heart, "Leng Qiuhan, since you want to play, Lao Tzu will accompany you to play hard!"

He rolled his eyes and said indifferently, "What, can't I test?"

Leng Qiuhan laughed and said, "This bow in your hand should be a low-grade spiritual weapon, right?"

Leng Qiufeng looked at him lightly, not admitting it, nor denying it.

Leng Qiuhan's face was grim, and then he said, "Leng ...... Cousin, you have also seen it, what I refined with Tie Jiang just now, but they are all medium-grade spiritual weapons, Zhuyu is in front, as the eldest son of the Leng family, if you only refine a low-grade spiritual weapon, and you have to take it up for testing with a shy face, aren't you going to be embarrassed? It doesn't matter if you are embarrassed yourself, but you can't let our Leng family lose face in front of so many people!"

After his words, his voice gradually rose and became stern, completely as if I was thinking about the family, but these words, in his mouth, seemed a little strange. If you don't know, I'm afraid you'll think that this is a parent who is teaching his juniors.

Leng Qiufeng raised his eyebrows and did not speak.

The silent appearance made Leng Qiuhan suddenly feel that this waste was only afraid of being weak-hearted, and his heart became a little proud.

He paused for a moment, and then said, "If I were you, just give up the test, with your strength, it is already very good to be able to refine a low-grade spirit weapon." Instead of offering ugliness in front of so many people, it is better to hide it and take a fifth place with peace of mind, and you can also stay on the top of the Dan list, why not?"

Leng Qiuhan was completely "I'm thinking about you", and his fake appearance made Leng Qiufeng feel sick in his heart.

He decided not to listen to this guy's nonsense anymore.

"I'll test the spirit weapon, it's your business!" An indifferent voice suddenly sounded.

Leng Qiuhan was proud, and when he heard this, his face couldn't help but change, and a wave of anger surged into his heart.

"At this time, you still dare to be tough in front of me? You are qualified to be hard? From childhood to adulthood, you are comparable to me in any way, in front of me, you will never want to raise your head!"

His voice became cold, and word by word, pierced into Leng Qiufeng's heart.

"According to the clan rules, I have already refined a medium-grade spiritual weapon, from this moment on, I am the heir of the head of the family, and I have the right to maintain the reputation of the family!

"By you?"

Leng Qiufeng raised his head, and his tone revealed a feeling of contempt.

"That's right, it's up to me!" Leng Qiuhan's eyes surged with a trace of anger, "Leng Qiufeng, given your poor performance for a long time before, your qualifications for refining weapons are mediocre, and letting you have the name of an heir is really discrediting the Leng family." So, my father has written to the Elders to ask for your inheritance to be revoked. ”

"Did you say withdraw it?" Leng Qiufeng sneered.

"Hmph, don't shed tears if you don't see the coffin! Let me tell you, the Great Elder has personally approved the warrant, based on today's competition, which of the two of us has a higher ranking, and who will become the only heir to the head of the family!"

"The Ice Dagger I refined can be called the best among the medium-grade spiritual weapons, even Tiejiang sighs to himself, and you, a low-grade spiritual weapon that doesn't even have a weapon pattern, what can you compare with me?"

Leng Qiuhan's chin was raised proudly, and the smugness in his words was revealed.