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"snort!"

Yang Feng snorted coldly, "You are the first one who dares to act wild in Jidao Palace. Do you really don't know how to write the word "death"?"

Chen Muyu said calmly, "Son, calm down. I don't like threats from others. If you threaten me like this, I really don't know what will happen!"

"What? Do you still dare to kill me?"

Yang Feng looked at Chen Muyu coldly. Although he was trapped, he was not panicked or afraid, but only angry.

His dignified holy son was actually betrayed by a foreign monk. This was a trample on his dignity.

Chen Muyu spread his hands, "At first, I thought you were a person, but now it seems that you are just a playboy. As the Holy Son, I can take advantage of you..."

In one sentence, Yang Feng was baffled.

Yang Feng was about to threaten Chen Muyu and ask this despicable guy to let him out and kowtow to him to apologize.

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But at this moment, Chen Muyu winked at Nan Ming.

After Nan Ming understood it, the power of thousands of laws surged and poured down on Yang Feng.

Yang Feng suddenly felt boundless pressure coming from all directions. He rose up to resist, but the strength gap was too big, and the resistance had no effect at all.

He wants to kill me? Does he really dare to kill me?

He actually dares to kill me on the territory of Jidao Palace?

Yang Feng felt unbelievable. From Nan Ming's terrifying methods, he didn't feel any hesitation. The other party was going to kill him.

"boom!"

The terrifying laws intertwined, Yang Feng's movements were restricted, and he was unable to resist at all. The whole person seemed to be in a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire. In just a moment, his soul was severely damaged, and his whole momentum instantly withered.

No, we can't just sit back and wait for death.

Yang Feng tried his best to stay awake for the last time. This is Jidao Palace and Qingzhu Peak. Master Luo Xia is on the mountain. As long as there is enough noise, Master Luo Xia will definitely be alerted to come and check.

By then, not only will he be saved, but none of the people in front of him will be able to escape.

"Stop, I have something to say!"

As the saying goes, a man can bend and stretch, so Yang Feng shouted with all his strength.

However, Chen Muyu ignored him and continued to let Nan Ming consume his power.

Yang Feng was angry and took out a red bead from somewhere.

The bead was the size of a fist, and it was red all over. Yang Feng poured out a mouthful of old blood and sprayed it on the bead, and the bead immediately began to shine.

Chen Muyu frowned slightly, feeling bad.

Although he didn't know where the bead came from, he was certain that it would definitely cause trouble for them.

Immediately, he no longer hesitated and directly pulled out the system and scanned Yang Feng.

He wants to take over this Holy Son!

That's right, Chen Muyu's heart is so big.

Originally, he was worried that because of Yang Feng's identity, he was the holy son of the Jidao sect and was protected by the Jidao, so the system might not be able to touch him.

However, when the system displayed the purchase price, Chen Muyu felt relieved.

Since the system shows that it can be collected, it must be collected. It is nothing more than a status bonus, which is more expensive than other monks of the same level.

After Nan Ming's efforts to suppress him, Yang Feng's net worth has reached 20 billion.

Although this price is a bit expensive, it is still within Chen Muyu's acceptance range.

After all, this guy's identity is extraordinary, and he is still a ninth-level powerhouse.

…

At the moment when Chen Muyu issued the acquisition order, Yang Feng's expression changed instantly and his eyes became complicated.

There is resistance, there is struggle.

But soon, this resistance and struggle disappeared, replaced by great peace.

After a moment, he looked up at Chen Muyu, his eyes filled with respect.

Across the barrier, Yang Feng fell to his knees with a plop, "Yang Feng pays homage to the master!"

This scene made Chen Jinsong next to him look stunned.

What's going on? Why did this guy who was so fierce and arrogant just now kneel down to them in the blink of an eye?

Chen Muyu did not explain, "Take those beads of yours!"

"yes!"

Yang Feng made a gesture, and the bead that had been shining so brightly dimmed immediately, as if the firecracker that had lit the fuse was suddenly doused with a basin of water.

"Come in and talk!"

Chen Muyu gave an indifferent order, which brought Nan Ming back to his mind, and immediately introduced Yang Feng into the hall.

…

In the hall, Yang Feng stood respectfully next to Chen Muyu, waiting for instructions.

"Why are you here?" Chen Muyu asked blankly.

Yang Feng said, "I heard that Chen Jinsong came to Jidao Palace, so I wanted to come over and see what kind of person he is that can actually make Junior Sister Xiang'er fascinated..."

Ah!

Sure enough, he is still young and very jealous.

"See it now?" Chen Muyu said.

Looking at Chen Jinsong next to Chen Muyu, Yang Feng showed a bit of a wry smile on his face.

This was Chen Jinsong. He couldn't figure out how Junior Sister Xiang'er could fall in love with such an ordinary mortal.

It's not the same world at all, there won't be any intersection between two people.

How could he, the majestic Holy Son of the Jidao Palace, be inferior to such a mortal?

"well!"

In the end, Yang Feng just let out a long sigh.

Chen Muyu did not continue to tease him, "I heard that tomorrow seems to be some kind of sacrificial ceremony in your Jidao Palace?"

Yang Feng came back to his senses and nodded slightly, "Yes, Jidao Palace holds a sacrificial ceremony every year, and tomorrow is the day of this year's sacrificial ceremony!"

"Who are you offering sacrifices to? The Supreme Dao?" Chen Muyu asked.

Yang Feng nodded, "In our Jidao Palace, the only one who has the qualification to enjoy the incense is the Jidao Patriarch!"

"What is the relationship between your family and the Jida?" Chen Muyu asked again.

Yang Feng said, "My father is the direct disciple of Jida, and the entire Jida Palace is under the Jida sect..."

"oh?"

Chen Muyu raised his eyebrows, "Have you ever seen the Jida?"

As the Holy Son, with a special status, Chen Muyu felt that he had never seen the Jida, right?

However, when Yang Feng heard this, he shook his head firmly, "Since I can remember, I have never seen the Jidao Patriarch show up. I just know that there is such a super powerful person behind our Jidao Palace..."

Even the Holy Son has never seen the Jida, so this Jida is too mysterious, right?

I thought I had picked up a treasure and spent 20 billion, but what I got in exchange was that I didn't know everything.

Chen Muyu took a deep breath and asked, "What is the situation like at the sacrifice?"

Yang Feng was a little uneasy, thought for a while, and said respectfully, "To reply to the master, at noon tomorrow, the Jidao sacrifice will start on time at Jidao Peak. At that time, the entire Jidao Palace's powerful people will be present to contribute to the Jidao God Statue. A drop of hard work, and then you will receive the gift of the founder of Ji Dao!"