For "happy events", Yang Feng is actually quite numb, he has grown to the age of sixteen, and most of the things he has encountered are declining things, and he has never encountered any happy events. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 I don't know what the happy event is, but whatever it is, it has nothing to do with him anyway.

Waiting is the most boring thing, some people are chatting boringly, while others are seizing this time to practice more, and if they can absorb a little bit of heaven and earth aura, they can absorb a little bit of heaven and earth aura, and the so-called diligence can make up for clumsiness. Yang Feng and the others naturally didn't have anything to say, and they also closed their eyes at the moment, and used this moment to start cultivating.

Cultivators have a rule that when you enter the state of cultivation, no one will bother you until your cultivation is over. Therefore, Yang Feng was not at all worried that others would come to disturb him and interfere with his cultivation.

On the one hand, Yang Feng let the aura of heaven and earth run in his meridians, and on the other hand, he divided a divine consciousness and secretly entered the world of Haotian Qishu. Because he really didn't worry about Sin'er, he was afraid that she would break his tendons and fracture Ah Palm again, and it would be troublesome.

However, after Yang Feng entered, he found that he was worried, only to see that Sin'er and Ah Brown were playing hide and seek there, having a very good time, obviously the two had released their previous suspicions and became good friends.

Yang Feng took out the materials he had bought from the Fang Market from the space package, and asked Ah Palm to refine some Blood Spirit Pills, Returning Qi Pills, and Accumulation Pills for him, and at the same time let him refine a refined cloud pattern sword.

"Mr. Palm, how long does it take to refine these things?" Yang Feng asked.

"Three drops. Ah Brown rolled his eyes and said.

I saw that he threw all the materials for refining the elixir into the alchemy room, and all the materials for refining the refining moire sword into the casting room. I don't know how he made a mistake, but the casting room and the alchemy room were all lit up with raging flames, and all those materials kept spinning in the flames.

In a moment, more than a dozen red, blue, and green small bottles were placed in front of Yang Feng's eyes, and the bottles overflowed with a faint medicinal fragrance, obviously this was the elixir refined by Ah Palm. Ah Brown said: "The red one is the Blood Spirit Pill, the blue one is the Hui Qi Pill, and the green one is the Accumulation Pill, and the quality is only one product." There's no way, the materials you find are all low-quality, and the things you refine are naturally not of high grade. There is no problem for you to take it yourself, but if you want to sell it on the market for money, I am afraid that it will not be able to sell at the price, and each bottle of Dan can be sold for up to 1,000 taels. ”

Yang Feng really didn't know how high Ah Palm's so-called price was? In fact, when he bought the materials for making these elixirs, the total price he spent was only a few hundred taels of silver, so if he resold all these elixirs, wouldn't he make a lot of money?

"And this is also for you, there is only level four, you will use it, alas, there is no natural treasure, I can't refine the treasure for you." Ah Brown handed Yang Feng another moire sword that had just been taken out of the casting room, and his expression was full of disappointment.

Yang Feng knew that Ah Brown was a person who had seen the world, and his old man's vision was naturally not comparable to that of an ordinary man like him, and when he got this thing, he was actually deeply shocked, where would he be so ugly?

"Boy, bring your Jialan Qi as well, and I'll help you refine it. Ah Brown looked at Yang Fengdao again.

Yang Feng was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly took out the Jialan Qi from the space package and handed it to Ah Brown. Jia Lan's qi had become a liquid liquid at the moment, not the aerosol at the beginning, so Yang Feng gently held it out with his hand.

Ah Brown took the Qi of Jialan, and a light of envy shot out of his eyes, but then he shook his head and said: "It's really a fake true qi, it's a pity that the body of our demonic beast can't digest it, it's really cheap for you humans." Although the physique of the demonic beast is stronger than that of you humans, the meridians are very different from those of you humans.

"Dead fatty, hurry up and play hide and seek with me!" cried Sin'er in the peach grove in the distance.

"It's coming, it's coming. The dead fat man didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly spit out a mysterious brown light flame, and after the light flame stabilized, he threw the Jia Lan Qi into it. The brown flame enveloped the blue aura and swirled in the air at a speed that was neither fast nor slow.

After twenty or thirty rotations, the brown flame gradually dimmed, and the blue aura turned into a purple mist-like thing, then dark blue, until it turned colorless. The dead fat man waved his hand again, and the colorless gas burrowed into Yang Feng's body with a bang.

"Boy, hurry up and let it run in your meridians, after running for twelve weeks, it will become your dantian qi!" Ah Brown shouted.

Yang Feng didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly absorbed all these Jialan Qi into the meridians, and manipulated them to run week by week. After each week, Yang Feng felt that his strength had increased a few more points.

But it's not so easy to run twelve Sundays. At the same time, Yang Feng remembered the affairs in the mansion and didn't dare to stay in the Haotian Qi Book for too long, so he just let the Jia Lan Qi run in the body at an extremely slow speed, while his people left the Haotian Qi Book and returned to the reception hall of the Zhucheng Mansion.

When Yang Feng opened his eyes, he just saw Tang He walking out of the side hall at the back of the hall.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the old man has a happy event to announce today. Tang He looked at everyone with a happy face.

Hearing the word "happy event", everyone immediately stopped talking and looked at Tang He together, wanting to hear what the happy event he was about to announce was.

"The old man announced his acceptance of Zhang's nephew's proposal to the little girl in front of the first law enforcement today, from today on, Zhang's nephew is the old man's quasi-son-in-law, the old man has a special wedding banquet today, please drink as much as you want, haha......" Tang He said with a spring breeze on his face.

"Oh, it turns out that Senior Brother Tang is happy to receive your son-in-law today, which is really gratifying. As soon as Tang He's words fell, Zeng Law Enforcement Leader immediately congratulated Tang He.

Zhang Xiaoyuan also showed joy, and stepped forward to thank him: "Thank you, Lord Yue Weng, Lord Yue Weng is above, please accept the little son-in-law!"

There seemed to be some people with heads and faces in the seat, and it was estimated that they were all guests invited by Tang He, and they all left the table to congratulate Tang He and Zhang Xiaoyuan at the moment. Zhang Xiaoyuan's gloomy face finally returned to its normal color, and it seemed that he had become fluttering again, forgetting when and where he was, and who his surname was. The idiom "getting carried away" is the most appropriate way to describe him.

"You bow slowly!" Tang Ruyue suddenly turned out from behind the bead curtain and said coldly.