Fantasy I am the enemy of the world

The four families in the Qingtie Mansion all have their own alchemy rooms and armory, and elixirs are distributed every month according to their status to assist in cultivation. This is also the benefit of a big family. How can ordinary casual cultivators have such a huge supply of resources?

According to Yang Feng's status, there will be thirty Qi Gathering Pills and a bottle of Spirit-Inducing Liquid every month.

It is precious and can be used as a medicinal bath to speed up vitality and nourish the limbs and bones.

In three days, Yang Feng will participate in the clan war. Cutting off the supply of elixirs at this time is obviously adding insult to injury.

Outside the alchemy room, Yang Feng took Yang Yuling's little hand and asked with a smile: "Is the person who just said that he wanted to sell you to the Jiaofang Division here?"

Yang Yuling nodded. The power shown by Yang Feng in the Shizi Mansion gave Yang Yuling a new understanding of this brother. In his mind, even gods could not compare to Yang Feng.

"The bet is placed! The bet is placed!"

At this moment, in the alchemy room, more than a dozen stewards were mixed together. The names of Yang Feng and Yang Huai were written on the white tablecloth, and the odds were scrawled underneath.

From the very beginning at 1:2 to now at 1:50, the vision brought by God's arrival has made everyone full of confidence in Yang Huai. That is the power of God. Even though Yang Feng once defeated the younger generation of Qingtie Mansion

, but it also looks small and pale in front of the gods.

"Yang Feng is dead this time. The young master has the power of the gods. I bet Yang Feng can't block the young master's punch."

"One punch? You think too highly of Yang Feng. Not even the clan leader can resist the divine power this morning. During the clan war, the young master only needs to release part of his divine power to scare the shit out of Yang Feng."

"I don't know what Yang Ao is thinking. Do you have to let yourself be cut off before you can feel at ease? If you go to the mine honestly, you may still have a chance to make a comeback."

"A comeback? As long as there is a young master, Yang Ao will not have a chance to make a comeback in this life. With the inheritance of the gods, people in the imperial capital and the land outside the world will extend an olive branch. Yang Ao's lineage will never be successful again!"

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While everyone was talking about it, they didn't notice that Yang Feng had appeared at the door of the room holding Yang Yuling's little hand.

"I bet one hundred and eighty Qi Gathering Pills and six bottles of spirit attracting liquid that Yang Feng can win!"

A strange voice broke the noisy alchemy room, and when everyone turned around, they saw Yang Feng looking at them with a smile.

"What, am I not allowed to place a bet?"

Yang Feng looked at everyone with a sneer.

"It's okay to place a bet, but Yang Feng, where did you get the bet?"

Among the crowd, a fat elder who was obese and whose eyes even covered his eyes when he smiled walked out.

"Fifth Elder, in the six months since I left, the alchemy house owed me a total of one hundred and eighty Qi Gathering Pills and six bottles of spirit-drawing liquid. The bet is enough."

The fifth elder chuckled, pinched his fingers and said: "The patriarch's new order is that the elixir supply will be invalidated if it is not collected for half a year, so the elixir room does not owe you anything."

"You're lying! I clearly saw that Yang Yu only received half a year's supply of pills this morning!"

Yang Yuling shouted angrily, which was obviously aimed at Yang Feng.

A chill flashed across the fifth elder's plump face, and his voice gradually turned cold: "There is no place for little girls to talk here!"

"Are you hurting my sister?"

The smile on Yang Feng's face turned gloomy, and a chill instantly filled the entire alchemy room. Standing at the door, Yang Feng seemed to be a sword soaring into the sky, piercing people's hearts.

"This is the alchemy room, Yang Feng, what do you want to do?"

The fifth elder looked indifferent, and a wooden ruler slipped from his sleeve, and the aura of Yundan realm exploded, repelling the surrounding stewards.

"What to do? Asking questions knowingly!"

Yang Feng sneered, patted Yang Yuling's hand and was told to exit the door. Then his figure was like a sword light, passing directly through the crowd. The family standard iron sword in his hand drew a crack in the air. The sharp edge bloomed, and Dan

The wooden cabinets and stone tables were instantly chopped into pieces by the sword.

A trace of surprise flashed through the fifth elder's squinted eyes, and the ruler in his hand was placed across his chest. A green light bloomed, blocking the sharp sword energy from outside his body.

This is the method of Yundan realm, the majestic vitality is enough to build the prototype of your own domain.

"That's it?"

Yang Feng smiled disdainfully, the iron sword buzzed, the sword body trembled, and the thick vitality blocking the sword tip was completely torn apart like cotton.

The fat on the fifth elder's face trembled, a hint of fear appeared in his eyes, and a chill spread from the fifth elder's jaw throughout his body.

The majestic majesty of the Yun Dan Realm dissipated, and everyone who was knocked away could only see Yang Feng holding an iron sword. The sharp tip of the sword was already pressed against the neck of the five elders. As long as the sword edge was an inch closer, the five elders would be killed.

The elder’s blood splattered on the spot!

There was a slight gap in the ruler placed across the chest of the fifth elder, and dense cracks spread vertically along the gap. In an instant, the ruler that had followed the fifth elder through life and death for decades was completely reduced to wood slag.

"Admit your mistake."

Yang Feng looked at the fifth elder coldly, murderous intent boiling around him. As long as the fifth elder shook his head, the sword edge would penetrate his throat without hesitation.

"Yes...I'm sorry"

Under the threat of death, the fifth elder did not care about his identity and stammered three words.

"Kneel down and admit your mistake!"

"Yang Feng, this is the alchemy room. If you insult the elders like this, the clan leader will not let you go!"

A steward next to him shouted loudly, and the next moment a fierce sword energy slashed out, and the steward who spoke instantly turned into a ball of blood mist.

"Again, kneel down and admit your mistake! Let's kneel down and admit our mistake for speaking so arrogantly to my sister this morning, otherwise I will wash the alchemy room with blood today!"

The terrifying murderous intent made every steward tremble, and several middle-aged stewards trembled and knelt on the ground with a thud.