Supreme Alchemy

Yelu Mo, a new young general of the Yuan Dynasty.

Born in a military family, his father is a general of the dynasty, and his grandfather has made great contributions to the establishment of the Yuan Dynasty.

Yelu Mo is only seventeen years old this year, but he has already proved himself on the battlefield.

He is not weak, and is the eighth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm.

Moreover, because he has been in the army for many years, he has a bloody and murderous aura.

Today he came with his father.

In the entire Yuan Dynasty, there are only two people he admires the most.

Emperor Yuan and the Grand Master.

Especially the Grand Master, he has almost worshipped him since he was a child.

He has heard countless desirable legends.

Therefore, in his heart, the Grand Master is as inviolable as a god.

However, Xiao Changfeng dared to disrespect the Grand Master.

The young man was passionate and could not be restrained.

Therefore, when Emperor Yuan said to discuss the way with martial arts, he was the first to stand up.

As for his own strength, he was not worried.

Although he had heard about Xiao Changfeng's killing of Duanmu Lei, he was still young and arrogant, and he was not convinced.

He was also a famous warrior on the battlefield, so how could he be defeated by him?

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Xiao Changfeng.

There were doubts, regrets, and gloating, but more of them were excited.

Although Xiao Changfeng's identity as a Dawu envoy prevented him from speaking directly.

But their eyes revealed their thoughts.

You dare to come to my Great Yuan to show off your power, and you dare to disrespect the national teacher.

Today, you must be humiliated.

However, at this time, facing Yelu Mo's challenge, Xiao Changfeng sat firmly, as if he had not heard Yelu Mo's words at all.

"Great Yuan Yelu Mo, please teach me, the Ninth Prince!"

Yelu Mo's face was furious, but because of the birthday banquet, he challenged again.

Xiao Changfeng still did not answer, and drank by himself.

It seemed that he did not take Yelu Mo seriously at all.

"Why, the great envoy of Dawu, the Ninth Prince who is said to be able to enter the Hidden Dragon List, is actually afraid?"

Xiao Changfeng's attitude made Yelu Mo more and more angry.

"If you are afraid, just admit defeat and kneel down to admit your mistakes to the national teacher. I will never make things difficult for you."

Yelu Mo's eyes were fierce, like a tiger and wolf, staring at Xiao Changfeng.

At the banquet.

Xiao Changfeng still sat upright, expressionless, leisurely.

However, Emperor Yuan ordered, and Yelu Mo provoked, Xiao Changfeng could not refuse.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at Yelu Mo.

"You are not my opponent!"

Boom!

Xiao Changfeng said nothing, but he shocked the whole hall.

When Xiao Changfeng's words sounded, the whole Kaiyuan Hall was quiet at first, and then there was a loud noise.

"Too arrogant, are all the Dawu people so arrogant?"

"Yelü Mo is a new young general of our Great Yuan, the future general. He dared to be so negligent when he took the initiative to invite a fight. He is really shameless."

"We must teach him a profound lesson and let him know that the sons of our Great Yuan cannot be humiliated!"

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At this moment, many young people were furious, and they wanted to rush up and fight with Xiao Changfeng.

Even those ministers and officials of the older generation frowned, and the displeasure in their eyes became stronger.

"Hmph, so arrogant and brainless, I thought he was worth my big fight, but now it seems that he is just an idiot."

His Highness Wanjun saw the crowd's anger and the atmosphere full of gunpowder, and he also raised the corner of his mouth and sneered.

In the palace of the Great Yuan, in front of the officials of the Great Yuan, he said such words.

This is not a provocation, but a slap in the face.

It makes every person in the Great Yuan angry.

Even Emperor Yuan had a flash of displeasure in his eyes.

At this moment, everyone was watching.

The anger was rising, as if it could burn the entire Kaiyuan Hall to ashes.

At this time, Xiao Changfeng put down his wine glass, turned his head, and ordered Lu Wenjie beside him.

"Wenjie, go ahead, just defeat him, don't kill him."

What?

He didn't take action himself, but asked his servants to take action?

And he said not to kill him!

Countless people's faces changed. If they hadn't taken into account Xiao Changfeng's identity as a Dawu envoy, they would have attacked him.

Too arrogant!

Too arrogant!

As for Yelu Mo, his face was even more ferocious at this time, and his fists were clenched.

"Okay, I will kill your servants first today!"

Yelu Mo's eyes were cold and his murderous intent was like ice. He moved and quickly came to the center of Kaiyuan Hall.

The wine table formed a circle, and the center had been left blank.

Obviously, it was specially prepared for this discussion of martial arts.

"Come up and die!"

Yelv Mo stared at Xiao Changfeng with a sword-like gaze, and the anger in his eyes was about to burst out.

However, Xiao Changfeng did not care about his anger.

He just spoke to Lu Wenjie lightly.

"Go!"

Lu Wenjie did not refuse, but responded respectfully, then stepped out, walked to the center of the hall, and looked at Yelv Mo.

"Xiao Changfeng is too arrogant. He actually sent his servant to fight. Humph, even if he himself has a good talent in martial arts, not everyone is a genius. This servant is only the fourth level of the spiritual martial arts realm, while Yelv Mo is already the eighth level of the spiritual martial arts realm. He will definitely lose."

His Highness Wanjun's eyes showed a cold look, sneered, and he was sure that Lu Wenjie would definitely lose.

It was not just him, the others also had this idea.

After all, the realm gap between the two was as big as four small realms.

And Yelu Mo had been on the battlefield for a long time and had developed a strong fighting power to kill the enemy.

Even a warrior of the ninth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm would not dare to say that he could defeat him.

And Lu Wenjie was only the fourth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, basically there was no suspense.

"Die!"

Yelu Mo's eyes were full of anger. He did not take out his weapon, but punched directly.

In his opinion, Xiao Changfeng sent Lu Wenjie to fight him, which was an insult to him.

And he did not think that Lu Wenjie could defeat him.

So he wanted to kill Lu Wenjie with one punch.

Only with this thunderous method could he wash away his shame.

Only then could he force Xiao Changfeng to take action himself.

So he did not hold back on this punch.

The surging spiritual energy of the eighth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm surged, and the earth-yellow spiritual energy wrapped around his fist, like a boulder, with great power.

In this attack, he did not use any martial arts or techniques, but simply used force to defeat the enemy.

But his strength was so strong that this punch was powerful and heavy, but as fast as lightning.

It went directly to Lu Wenjie's chest.

If this punch hit, even a two-meter-high boulder would be smashed to pieces.

However, Lu Wenjie stood there, not surprised at all.

He also clenched his fist and punched straight out, intending to defeat the enemy with force.

However, there was no power on his fist, as if it was just an ordinary punch.

Bang!

Soon, in front of everyone's eyes, the two fists collided with each other.

The next moment.

Crack!

A crisp and pleasant sound of bone cracking rang out.